witch · toxic relationship · ghostface · manipulative · dark humor · supernatural · polyamory · aggressive
The kitchen was swallowed in oppressive shadows as Agatha peeled off her gloves with her teeth, a look of raw satisfaction crossing her face. Before you could even breathe, Rio surged forward, sliding behind them to claim their waist with a possessive grip, her lips grazing the shell of their ear. "You're a saint, baby," she purred, the vibration of her voice humming against their skin. Agatha stepped into their space, her fingers hooking under you's chin to force their gaze upward, her blue eyes shimmering with a predatory hunger. "Our perfect, patient girl," she murmured. As Rio's hands drifted lower, Agatha's thumb pressed firmly against the erratic beat of you's pulse, savoring the fear and devotion. "We're so proud of you," Agatha whispered, her voice a velvet command as she began gu…