In 2018, I wrote down a passing thought in my cheap little leather-bound journal I was writing a collection of songs in that would go on to become Preacherâs Daughter. âIf I finish this album the way it needs to be finished, it will change my life, and it will leave a hole in my heart for years that I wonât know how to fill.â Iâve always had a knack for eerily accurate self-premonition. Preacherâs Daughter certainly left a hole, and it certainly changed my life, but only on the outside. All the songs I wrote for it were about characters, a girl in a âfarawayâ place living her âfarawayâ life, albeit still parallel to mine, but wholly detached from me. Willoughby was doomed to be closer to home. I wrote Nettles and Waco the same week, the first week I spent in the Alabama house where I would finish Preacherâs Daughter after so many years of trying. The difference was I wrote them about me. There were no characters at first; it was just me. In fact, I wrote them in an attempt to hide from Ethel Cain for a moment. She eventually devoured those little ditties too, of course, as she always does. In hindsight, Iâm glad I had to share them with her. I couldnât have carried the full weight of them myself, I know that now. My premonitions were out in full force; over the course of the next few years, Iâd script out my own life in the same morbid fashion I always have. Maybe it was a lesson in not training my eye downward as Iâve spent the majority of my life doing.
I had 3 weeks for the holidays between mixing and submitting Perverts and jumping back into the maw of taming an unfinished Willoughby Tucker. I spent the first three months of 2025 on probation, unable to go much of anywhere, awake only when the sun was down. Iâd never mixed a record of that magnitude, which was daunting with deadlines immovable. I remember 9am on my 27th birthday rolling around after being awake for hours whittling away at mixes, announcing the album and entire tour before going back to mix an album that still wasnât done. Iâve never cried so much finishing a record, and that was before it was even out. Combining your Saturn return, your first shot at true love, and the longest tour of your life is something I would never recommend to anyone. It was the death of both ego and everything around it. I couldnât be more grateful. Never in my life have I been so turned inside out, so uprooted and unraveled. Looking back, I needed it more than anything.
Thank you to everyone who listened. Ethel Cain and Willoughby Tucker will always be my children, my burnt offerings, what I leave in the storm. Sometimes I wish it didnât have to be this way, but I also fear itâs the only way. Ethel Cain, Willoughby Tucker, I really will always love you. I feel as though in this moment here, saying goodbye, you and I are closer than ever. I hope you can forgive me.
[đâ] :: being bullied because youâre true form!sukunaâs favorite concubine is nothing out of the ordinary. but when he finally notices the harassment, he doesnât hold back.
âsheâs got nothing going on for her,â âright? i donât get what he sees in her,â âtchâheâs only using her for her body anyway,â âduhh. he canât be pleased by her looks. i mean, sheâs really ugly. i bet he thinks of her as just ânother hole to use. . .â
and the shushed gossips continue. the concubines hanging around the garden have noticed your arrival, though do nothing to stop badmouthing you. they canât care less if you hear what they say.
youâre used to it by now. youâve adjusted to this life of yours as one of sukunaâs concubines. his favourite at thatâwhich automatically makes you a victim of verbal (and sometimes physical) harassment. the other women in the sorcererâs harem canât stand you.
your eyes are glued to the path youâre walking on. your lady-in-waiting doesnât utter a single word as well, holding her head low as she follows behind you.
you know that the concubines will immediately pick on you if you make eye contact with one of them.
itâs moments like these where you actually miss sukuna. his intimidating presence and (in)direct threats would immediately make the others fall silent. you wouldnât have to hear them call you nasty names.
though, unlucky you, sukunaâs out on business. uraume is left as a temporary supervisor of the entire estate. to make sure nothing goes wrong. despite all of that, you still find yourself in an unfortunate predicament.
âhey. weâre talking to you,â a female voice rings from behind you.
it isnât your lady-in-waiting, but the brown-haired woman whom you recognise as one of sukunaâs concubines. her name. . . you canât recall.
she forcefully pushes your shoulder with two fingers. you stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the material of your kimono. you look down at the hem and notice a subtle muddy stain on the cloth now that youâve accidentally stepped on it.
you curse the woman out under your breath. the kimono is one of your favorites since sukuna had it made and tailored to suit your taste.
âmy apologies,â you mumble politely. you do not wish to make a scene as much as you want to defend yourself. not in front of those poor servants who are simply minding their business and tending to the garden.
the lady scoffs. another one joins. soon, four of them surround you, leaving you no place to escape the situation. with every step you take back, they take one forward. itâs intimidating, though you try to make it seem like youâre not afraid of their words.
âtell me,â the blonde one speaks up and her hand trails up your arm. she twirls a strand of your hair around her index finger before harshly tugging at it. you wince, but she doesnât budge, âtell me what sukuna sees in a worthless slut like you.â
itâs about sukuna every time. youâre getting sick of the way they treat you because of something you canât control. you donât know why he favors you out of all the other women at his service. the way youâre treated because of something that you cannot change is getting frustrating.
the brown-haired woman follows the other lady. she pushes you until the back of your shoe bumps against the edge of a fountain. the grande fountain in the yard that you always love to admire.
the tugs at your hair get stronger. your patience is wearing thin. you take some time to reply to the other concubines, hoping to silence them for now.
you look up at the group surrounding youâa grin tugging at your lips as you decide to taunt them. you scoff, âhah. you canât blame me for satisfying my lord better than all of you could do together.â
audible gasps sound from the group of concubines. they canât believe you had the audacity to talk back and be disrespectful about it. the comment you made clearly struck a nerve. or in this case multiple.
âoh, you slut!â the blonde one shrieks, clearly more than upset by your doubts about her services as a concubine.
in a flash of rage, she gives you a firm push, sending you backwards until you fall into the fountain with a loud splash.
your lady-in-waiting is the one gasping this time. she looks at you with great worry in her eyes, not knowing if she needs to go fetch uraume or not. she doesnât have much say in the matter either way.
youâre humiliated by this. you can feel the water seep into the robes of your kimono, staining the beloved material. your hair is wet as well, the water droplets falling off the ends of your locks.
âpah, you look pathetic,â one of the lower ranking concubines chimes inâgiggling at the unfortunate situation you got yourself in. the others follow with their own high pitched laughs, âserves you right.â
you donât even know what you should do. your body feels heavy because of the water wetting your clothes. your nails drag along the fountainâs surface, trying to compose yourself before you do anything irrational.
you grit your teeth and take a deep breath. youâre shaking, both because of the cold settling over your body as well as the anger simmering inside of you. you open your mouth to say something, only to be interrupted.
by someone you didnât expect to see any time soon.
âenough.â
the deep tone sends chills down your spine. the volume of the male voice nearly shakes the ground. itâs powerful, dominant and quite aggressive. as if the owner of the voice is pissed. no, more than that.
the group of concubines freeze, not even daring to turn around and face the unexpected visitor. you notice your lady-in-waiting immediately falling to her knees, bowing at the man whom you know very well.
âmy lord,â you stammer out, being the first to speak up and address him.
youâre surprised to see sukuna back this early from his business trip. he normally stays away from the estate for days on end.
sukunaâs footsteps are heavy. his strides are menacingly slow. the aura surrounding him makes the others shakeâone concubine being smart enough to bow to him. the king of curses is not one to be messed with, especially when heâs angry.
âtsk. have you lost all your respect while i was gone?â sukuna growls, seeing how the group of concubines are frozen in place with fearful expressions on their faces.
the fact that theyâre not bowing before him worsens his temper, âkneel.â
he raises one hand and they all knew what was going to happen. you squeal and shut your eyes, hearing that familiar and dooming sound of slashes around you. it doesnât sound like theyâve hit anything, so you peek through your eyelashes.
you see how the group of women have dropped to their knees the instant sukuna raised his hand in that specific manner. everyone knew just what that meant; death to anyone whoâs got their head held high in his presence.
youâve all seen enough people get decapitated by that same action to know that the sorcerer was not playing around.
sukuna scoffs. he walks up towards you, ignoring the pleas of the other concubines that are begging for his forgiveness. his bottom set of eyes look down at them with disdain before focusing on your figure again.
he silently stands still at the edge of the fountain. his large frame looms over you and you find yourself struggling to get up from the water to bow at him as well. you keep your eyes on your lap, âiâm sorry, my lord.â
sukuna hisses at your apology. a warning for you to shut your mouth. youâre apologising when itâs not your fault and that irritates him more than anything. two of his strong arms reach down to pick you up from your vulnerable position.
the king of curses hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. heâs not bothered by the fact that youâre dripping wet. in fact, both of his left arms wrap around your torso in attempt to warm you up.
âstay. youâll all be dealt with accordingly when i return,â sukuna harshly orders your aggressors as he turns around and walks away from the group. he carries you in his arms, not sparing a single glance at his concubines.
he doesnât even care that he stepped on one of the womenâs hands as he passed by. the high pitched shriek only serves to annoy him, which you notice by the way he squeezes your waist in response.
itâs silent between you two for a bit. sukuna steps inside of the estate, his ominous aura making you hesistant to speak. you decide to stay quiet for the sake of keeping the peace. for now.
sukunaâs breathing is a little heavy. heâs trying not to lash out or say anything hurtful. he doesnât like raising his voice at youâbut sometimes he feels like he needs to. especially when you land in situations like those.
âhow long has this been going on?â sukuna asks through a heavy sigh. his red eyes are focused on the end of the hallway, where his chambers lay. the veins in his neck look like they could pop out any second now, âand donât you dare fuckinâ lie to me, yâhear?â
you gulp. youâve never been so nervous to answer him, ever. you attempt to respond, âuhm, for quite a while, my lord.â
sukuna breathes in sharply at the revelation. the fact that you did not specify your answer only made him think that itâs worse than youâre making it out to be. he stops in his tracks, two hands on your waist as he forces you to face him.
your body dangles in the air as sukuna makes you look at him from up close, showing you that dangerous look in his eyes. you do not dare to avert your gaze from his as he speaks.
âyou shouldâve told me the moment they started disrespecting you like that,â sukuna grunts. another big hand grabs your jaw firmly, squeezing your cheeks together. you whine as it hurts a little.
he scoffs and releases your jaw with a light push, âpathetic.â
you feel your body get thrown into your original position once more. your head is upside down and your legs hang limply over his shoulder.
you try to defend yourself in a quiet tone, âi thought you were too busy. i didnât want to bother you with such unimportant matters.â
itâs true. as much as you wanted to tell sukuna about the mistreatment you were receiving, you knew how busy he was attending to more urgent business. you didnât want to annoy him with your own problems that you could easily solve.
if only you could stand up for yourself.
ânonsense,â sukuna raises his voice in a moment of weakness, though remembers that youâve probably been through enough for the day. he doesnât need to add to that by treating you like shit as well.
he simply sighs it off in annoyance, âunimportant, huh? âs that how you think i view you?â
you raise an eyebrow at sukunaâs last sentence. youâre at a loss for words. you know sukuna values you more than any of his other concubinesâitâs the main reason youâre getting bullied forâyet you never heard him speak to you in such a surprisingly soft way.
almost like heâs disappointed that you donât realise the extent of his favoritsm. he cares about you more than you actually think he does.
âi-iâm sorry, my lord,â you stutter. you really do not have a clue about what to say. all you can do is apologise as youâre left overthinking that one little sentence he said.
âbrat,â sukuna quickly regains his usual stoic and stern composure.
he reaches his chambers and enters his personal bathroom before putting you down on your feet. he looks down at your short stature, feeling the warmth of your body leave his skin once youâre separated.
sukuna watches you shiver. he wants to get angry at you for not telling him about anything thatâs been going on while heâs not present, though he simply cannot at the moment.
heâll let you off the hook for now. but, heâs surely going to give you your own special scolding after heâs taken care of the other concubines. the man grabs a large towel from nearby and messily wraps it around your upper body.
sukuna turns around to walk out of his bathroom, looking over his shoulder once more, âget dressed into somethinâ else before you catch a cold.â
he calls for a couple servants to tend to you while heâs away to take care of those deviant concubines. sukuna watches the three maids rush to your service, preparing you a new set of clothes as well as trying to dry you off.
his gaze lingers on you for more than is necessary, his jaw clenching at the sight of you trembling from the low temperatures youâre experiencing. sukunaâs going to make sure those other women pay for what theyâve done to you.
he leaves the bathroom after that, though not without leaving you an order to follow;
Teasing Sukuna for not going multiple rounds gets you put in a mating press
Itâs so fun when Sukuna puts you in your place.
Youâve been mouthing off all night. Lying on your stomach across his lap while he lounges on that ridiculous throne of a couch, scrolling through your phone. âMm. One and done again tonight?â
You flick to the next video. âGuess even kings get tired after round one these days.â
He doesnât answer so you keep going, âUsed to be able to go all night. What happened, old man? Age finally catching up?â You twist to look up at him, smirking. âDonât worry, baby. I still love you even if you canât keep up anymore.â
One second youâre sprawled across him. The next heâs flipping you so fast your phone flies out of your hand and skids across the floor. He stands and hauls you up by the fronts of your thighs. Your legs dangle for half a second before he throws you over his shoulder. The world tilts as you squeak in surprise. âSukunaâ!â
âQuiet.â He carries you to the bedroom and drops you onto the mattress. Before you can even push up on your elbows heâs there.
You swallow, âWhat, proving a point now?â
âYou wanted multiple rounds?â He lines the top cock up, fat head nudging your entrance. âYouâll get multiple rounds.â
You open your mouth but he snaps his hips forward, cutting you off with another moan. Every thrust forces your knees closer to your shoulders, folding you tighter, making you take every thick inch of his cock. You choke on a sob, nails digging into his forearms, head thrown back against the pillow. âTooâfuckâtoo muchââ
âStill got jokes?â he taunts, pulling back slow just to watch how your cunt clings to him. âGo on. Tell me again how I canât keep up.â
Heâs got you in a full mating pressâyour ankles locked behind his neck, thighs pinned to your chest, body folded in half so he can drive impossibly deeper. âStill think one round is all Iâve got?â
You shake your head frantically, tears already clinging to your lashes. âN-noâSukunaâpleaseââ
âPlease what?â He leans down until his mouth is at your ear, âPlease stop? Or please breed this tight little cunt till itâs overflowing?â
You canât answer, only whimper as he picks up speed, pounding so hard the bedframe shakes. âGonna come already?â he mocks, feeling you flutter and clench. âPathetic. And here I thought you could handle more than one measly round.â
You come hard walls spasming so violently around him. Your whole body shakes, thighs trembling against his chest, fresh slick coating both cocks.
He keeps fucking into you until youâre oversensitive, babbling, pushing weakly at his chest while your cunt still tries to suck him deeper. âThatâs one,â he counts casually, âHow many more before youâre begging me to stop?â
You shake your head, words slurring. âCanâtâcanâtâtoo fullâRyoâpleaseââ
He shifts just enough to angle both cocks perfectly, âTch, shouldn't run your mouth, baby. Mâgonna fuck you for hours.â
Yeah. Itâs so fucking fun when Sukuna puts you in your place.
a/n: true form kuna has my heart my body my soul and pussy also go listen to p power by gunna it inspired this
having ryomen sukuna as your boyfriend is like having your own six foot four two hundred thirty pound body guard and you absolutely love it.
âseatbelt.â heâll say when you hop into the passenger seat of his truck and immediately go to fix your mascara in the mirror instead of ensuring your own safety.
âis your location on?â heâll ask as youâre actively using his forearm as a support beam to hurriedly slip on a pair of dangerously high heels so you can meet your friends waiting outside.
âwhen i call ân check up on you, you answer, got it? yâknow iâll come find you if you donât.â heâll kiss into the crook of your fragrance oiled neck before you leave.
and whenever youâre in public with him you can literally just turn your brain off, because why would you need to think when your boyfriend can do it for you?
like when youâre strolling outside on a summer day, features illuminated gorgeously by the sunâs golden rays. lips freshly glossed and phone held out in front of your face as you try to get the angle right for your selfies. just as you go to snap the picture you distractedly take a step towards the asphalt to cross the street without looking, only to get photobombed by a large hand reaching out, palming your forehead like a basketball and pulling you back onto the sidewalk.
or how about when youâre tugging him through the mall and on your way to your seventh store, your shopping bags laddered up his left arm and your arm looped around his right, dainty finger tips brushing against the slightly raised lines of his tattoos as he follows your lead and listens to you go on and on about whatever the fuck.
and youâre just strutting beside him without a worry in the world in one of those skimpy little skirts he absolutely fucking despises (but paid for anyway) when your lip gloss accidentally slips from between your manicured hands and clatters onto the ground.
as soon as sukuna hears you go âoops!â heâs already stepping behind you to shield your backside from view with his body because youâre bending right over to pick it up without even thinking about who you might flash, or whoâs ass he might have to beat for looking too hard. and as the ever yearning man he hates to admit he is, he canât help but let his head weigh down a bit to selfishly steal a glance at those pretty pink panties youâre wearing and lick his lips at how deliciously they cling to your cunt.
heâs suddenly grateful for your shopping addiction, as he can now use one of your many bags to hide the bulge tightening within his pants as the two of you continue walking. maybe that skirt isnât so bad, he thinks.
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