K-marzolf

—I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. —Edgar Allan Poe.

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for such a violent man, his kisses are so very tender.

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—The Wolf.

—slightly canon!Billy, alluding to oral (f receiving), implied poly, alcohol, drunk reader.

—526 words.

—I haven’t written in a long time. I felt a little inspired, so I wrote. :) I’ll tag a few who might be interested. If you don’t see yourself tagged, it’s because I can’t remember my taglist, lol.

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You drowsily watched him work at his desk, leaning your chin down on your arms, feeling jittery. You probably shouldn’t have drank that wine with your antidepressants. “Sometimes I think Anvil is what you love the most. More’n me and Frankie.” You slurred, drunk from the wine he’d given you, and feeling like you’d stepped into a hot bath. The fire cracked in the background, light flickering in the dark room.

Billy leaned back in his chair, clicking his pen, dark eyes watching you. He reached across the desk, a finger curling around your hair. “It’s proof of how far I’ve come.” He said, voice low, making a fire burn deep in your belly. God, you wanted him. In every way, you wanted to devour him like the wolf in the woods.

“But Billy, we love you. Is it really worth everything?” You asked, taking another sip, sinking deeper into the chair, his answer wrapping around you;

“I loved my ma. Where did it get me?” His voice was sharp, as bared his teeth. A pin drop could be heard, and the wind blew outside, making you cold somehow despite the warmth of the fire.

“I could love you.” It was quiet, but he heard you as he pulled back, dark eyes like chips of onyx.

“It doesn’t matter if you love me. You’re mine.” The clock chimed midnight.

“And you’re mine and Frankie’s.” You said, shifting, the chair creaking underneath you. You remembered recently sharing a bed with Frank and Billy, nestled between them while they smoked. You felt an ache between your thighs even now, the smell of Billy’s cologne and nicotine.

Billy fidgeted with the pen, a frown between his eyes, and his lashes fanning over his cheekbones.

The room was dim, casting harsh shadows across his face. He dropped the pen and it rolled across the desk. He grabbed his glass of whiskey, Tennessee Honey, and finished it off. He looked at you over the glass. “There’s no such thing as fairytales. That shit is for the storybooks.”

“But maybe in the fairytale Red Riding Hood gets eaten, and she’s happy for it.” You said, wide eyed, and eager.

“And I’m the wolf, right?” He set the glass down, admiring how you pressed your thighs together under his hot gaze.

“Billy, who says you’re the wolf?” You said giggling, and he couldn’t tell if it was the wine. “I can eat you when you visit your mother in that home you keep her in. When you keep her—“

Billy clicked his tongue. “Careful. You’re clever and I like you, but my ma is off limits.” He said through his teeth.

“Oh, Mister Russo, won’t you keep me and Frankie locked up, too?” You continued, unruffled.

He closed his laptop, and stood up moving around the desk. He fisted your hair, “Alright, little bird. Let’s go to bed. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll eat that pussy.”

You laughed, standing up, running for the stairs, looking over your shoulder, beckoning him. Your hips swayed, taking the first step, and then laughed again racing up the stairs, Billy hot on your heels.

And hell on his.

hi gorgeous, i've been reading your fics and they're so cozy! i just wanted to let you know you're amazing at what you do 💜

I really needed to hear this today, Anon. Thank you, I’m so happy to share my fics with my readers, and to know you enjoy them is the cherry on top. 💜💜💜

Low Energy/Effort Witchcraft

Are you perpetually busy? Never have any spoons? This might be the post for you. Note that not everything here may be considered low energy or low effort to everyone, and that's okay :)

Carry a crystal around based on what you need. I have a black tourmaline bracelet that absorbs negative vibes throughout the day. I stick it on a selenite slab when I get home to cleanse overnight, then rinse and repeat in the morning.

Put a bay leaf in your wallet to attract money. If you have time, draw a sigil or a $/£/€ on it.

Dedicate anything you drink to your deities if you have any. I dedicate water and black tea to everyone and my favourite raspberry tea to Hathor. Coffee is for Caim.

Enchant your pill case so you remember to take them on time. Enchant your pills to work efficiently. ("Anxiety begone. Ye be banished" on all of my anxiety pills ✌️)

Draw a sigil on your body wash bottle to remove bad vibes or carve a sigil in a bar of soap.

Enchant your moisturizer to repel the evil eye. I fucking love this one.

Incorporate colour magic into the socks you wear (Goths who wear hot pink socks, I'm looking at you).

Enchant your charger so it doesn't break and so you don't lose it. Enchant your phone too while you're at it.

Sorry, I love enchantments--

Uhhhhh

Match those big ol jar candles to different intentions. Burn a cedar candle to cleanse/banish. Burn a cinnamon candle to draw in prosperity. Burn a citrus candle to uplift mood. This one is fantastic for broom closet witches.

Got a humidifier? Fill it up with moon water. You're welcome ;D

Politely ask the spirits of your plants to ward your space. Feed two birds with one scone this way.

Witchy social media. Scrolling on Tumblr and learning something new about witchcraft counts as witchcraft imo. Saving tarot spreads from Instagram for later counts too. Making Pinterest boards for literally anything also counts.

Keep a digital grimoire if doing it on paper costs too many spoons. I have used Google docs & drive in the past but I currently use Notion (You can copy and paste this way!)

If you still want a physical grimoire, print your stuff out and stick it in a binder or glue it in your journal. Boom. Physical grimoire

Listen to witchcraft related videos in the background while you do other tasks or chores in your home

Preparing a meal? Toss in spices that correspond with good health and drawing in positivity, or any other intention you have

Enchant your glasses to help you focus and "read between the lines" or see what wants to remain hidden (this one is a lifesaver at my job)

Hozier, Francesca ("Unreal Unearth")

Billy Russo has done nothing wrong, ever, in his entire life.

Monsters in the Dark #6

Talks of Billy’s time in the Marines, mentions of war wounds, kissing, angst mixed with fluff, mentions of Billy’s childhood, non sexual nudity, fem!reader.

Words: 325.

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The water was warm, and you were sitting in his lap, tracing his scars on his torso, no doubt from his time in the Marines. "Where'd you get this one?" You asked, fingers tracing his hip.

He watched you through impossibly dark eyes, "AK-47, through and through." He answered, "Got it stuck in a house in Basra with no backup."

You shivered, "It sounds scary." You wondered silently if you could be brave like Billy.

He chuckled darkly, "It was one of the best nights of my life. It was a matter of who was better, them or us. And there's no one better than Frankie." He said, playing with your fleshy hips. He loved your curves, how soft you were, the way you scooted closer, silently begging for more of his attention.

“What about these?” He asked, looking at wounds on your back and chest.

“Daddy didn’t like me. I upset him by runnin’ away to mama for safety all the time. So he took a knife and—well, you can guess what he did. He was violent. It wasn’t the first time.“ you stopped, letting out a shaky breath.

Billy felt anger simmer beneath the surface that the man who was supposed to protect you, had hurt his daughter.

You smiled sweetly, "Do you love Frankie?" You peeked at him under your lashes, changing the subject, and Billy let you.

Billy grinned. "Yeah, I love that motherfucker."

You kissed Billy softly, before saying; "Could you love me?" You asked, looking at him shyly.

Billy watched you through a hooded gaze, "Is that what you want, baby? My love?" He hummed, lips brushing your cheek.

“Yes,” you whispered. You were hungry for it.

“Baby. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He said, kissing you hard, tongue plundering your mouth. His fingers dug into your cheeks, as his cock brushed your heat, making you whine into his mouth.

He pulled back, “I’m not a soft and gentle man. I’m not a fairytale lover,” he said, fingers still digging into your cheeks, his tone almost self-deprecating.

“Don’t want a fairytale lover. Want your darkness, want your thorns, want all the parts of you that you hate.” You breathed, aching for him.

And you made him ache for you, as he trailed kisses down your jaw, holding you in place.

For a while he wasn’t some orphan no one wanted to claim as their own.

For a while he was yours.