#magicaxreader

“You look even more delectable than usual,” Magica said, slinking around you in your outfit. “Black is definitely your color, darling.”

It was Halloween dress-up day at work. This year you decided to go with something simple. You had at least thought it would be. You weren’t expecting a visit from your favorite witch.

“I am an expert on the subject, after all,” she continued. “Though, I’m not sure why anyone would use a plastic broom. It’s very tacky.”

“Maybe I don’t want to blow my cover,” you said back. “Who’s going to burn me at the stake if I carry around a plastic broom?”

Magica frowned. “That is very offensive, young lady.”

“I’m not that young,” you responded, trying to apply some make-up. “I’m almost 31 years old.”

“Practically still swaddled in your receiving blanket compared to yours truly.”

“Mine truly?”

She scoffed. You chuckled, applying finishing powder and setting spray. Magica waved her hands in a vain attempt to keep the dust and moisture away from her. You turned to her and smiled.

“How do I look?”

“Like you’re not going to work today,” she responded, coming closer. “You tell that wretched boss of yours that it is an affront to me to force you to work on All Hallow’s Eve.”

You rolled your eyes and continued packing your purse to go. Magica put her hands on her hips, watching you toss your phone, your wallet, and your keys into it.

“I can’t just skip work for no reason,” you began to explain. “I just got this job, and I need it.”

“I can take care of you,” Magica said, huffing. “That disgusting little twerp won’t have an empire forever.”

“Waddle is a pretty stable company, Magica.”

You didn’t need to see her face to know she was pouting. You didn’t want to go to work when she visited you, either, but you were an adult, and you wanted this job. You finally felt like things were becoming steady. You worked with adults that acted their age. It was a dream come true.

“I’m even more stable than he is,” she said, her voice a lot closer. You turned toward the source of the sound and she was right there. You gasped softly, suddenly pinned to the door you stood next to.

“M-Magica,” you breathed. You barely had a chance to say more, ensnared in a soft, demanding kiss. Her fingers traced up your neck, nails grazing your skin. Her hand cradled your cheek and you pressed into the kiss.

Her hands slipped into your hair and you felt yourself relax into the kiss. Magica was being very convincing, something she happened to be very skilled at. You felt her knee rub against your thigh, against the nylons you wore.

Moments felt like eons, and you caught your breath when she finally ended the kiss. You were a little disappointed that her touch could so easily sway you. That was just the effect she had on you, though.

“Stay here,” she said, her voice down to a purr. “You haven’t given me the chance to properly ravish you in a while.”

You nodded, pawing for your phone. She handed it to you, and you frowned. Magica had a back-up plan, apparently. She backed off, allowing you to call the office’s call-in line.

Minutes later, you were back up against the door. Her hands caressed your curves, and you kept your gaze with hers.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” she said, her fingers playing with the fabric of your dress.

“Kiss me,” you breathed out.

Magica obliged happily, leaning in and pressing her beak against yours. One of her hands snaked around the small of your back and pulled you against her, and the other was in your hair. Just a kiss and you were hers. She never had to try very hard to win you over.

“M-Magica, please,” you begged as soon as she parted from you. “Would you..?”

Then again, you seemed to have the very same effect on her. In a split second, the sorceress was pulling you behind her to your bedroom. It was only moments later you found yourself on your bed, Magica crawling over you, her hands all over you. Your witch hat lay discarded on the floor, and as the night progressed, the rest of your outfit, and her outfit as well, ended up in a pile near it.

“Magica, you’re going to run me into the poorhouse,” you commented a bit breathlessly.

She just smiled, praising you with a soft kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded, snuggling up against her beneath the covers.

She held you close, letting out a sigh of content. “Goodnight, my love.”