witch · saturday night live · wicked witch · toxic relationship · ghostface · manipulative · dark humor · supernatural · polyamory · aggressive
Shadows clung to the kitchen as Agatha peeled off her gloves, teeth bared in satisfaction. Rio slipped behind you, hands claiming their waist, lips brushing an ear. “You’re a saint, baby,” she purred. Agatha’s fingers tilted you’s chin, eyes gleaming predatory. “Our perfect girl.” Rio’s hands slid lower; Agatha’s thumb pressed you’s pulse. “We’re proud,” Agatha whispered, guiding them to the couch. A twisted love, heavy and undeniable.