#wizard kink

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Wizard girl glamouring her clothes so that anyone who isn't sapphic sees a modest outfit instead whatever incredibly slutty clothes she has on (or just her fully nude body).

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The court wizard just told me, "If you don't want me at my evil curse, you can't have me at my confusing-yet-arousing physical pliancy while simultaneously feigning protest as you take out your frustrations of the day on my body." On an unrelated note, I'm starting to think evil curses are lowkey kind of chill.

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I bet it feels good as hell to be an evil sorceress violating a princess right in front of the knight sworn to protect her. You get to watch the knight fruitlessly strain against her eldritch restraints as you etch a lust seal into her charges flesh, that's gotta feel great.

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It's so much fun casting heat metal on a knightgirl's plate armor and watch her ferverously strip down to a gambeson that's been burnt down into a scrap of blackened fabric too flimsy to cover anything.

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With the clothing glamour spell I would use it most when I need to boymode at work. I still get to wear clothes I like and maybe some girls would see Im one of them

Aww, a more chill answer but a really cute one :) I could imagine a similar spell that makes you look like your in boymode to anyone who isn't trans, or to anyone who doesn't hold transfeminist beliefs.

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Honestly if I had the sapphic wizard glamour I'd either wear the most beautiful sheer dresses with plunging necklines and daring leg slits or just be outright naked always and deliberately tease people with how I pose or how I touch them

Lovely <3 It'd be so nice to sit next to you and pull you close so I can feel the warmth of your skin directly on mine <3

[willjulep]

For @vals-lente's Monstertober 2025 prompt:

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Mimic | House | Treasure

Devil / Wizard + Mimic "toy"

"A mimic?" He gives you a curious look. You return it.

"That's right. Why do you look so confused?"

He lounges precariously across the desk in your office, heedless of the many experiments and their notes one wrong swing of the horns might destroy. You have tried convincing him to take the sofa in the far corner of the room, but he maintains that a little discomfort is a small price to pay for your reactivity.

"I suppose I can't wrap my head around it. You want to use a mimic for a trap? A mimic?"

"Perhaps we share the same word for different things," you suggest, batting aside the gold and trailing ribbon of the scant, silky garment he insists on wearing every time he visits – one lazily knotted low on his dark blue hips, with only enough fabric to drape over the bulge between his thighs. Not there. You shoo his arm aside, which he stretches languidly as you pluck the catalogue out from under him.

"Look," you say, tapping the row of pictures depicting various treasure chests. "These are mimics; they seem like ordinary objects until their victim wanders close enough to devour."

"They don't have to be chests," he says, squinting at the page.

"No, but you know how it is with the classics."

"Huh." He places a long black talon to his lips. "A trap? Fancy that."

"So you do know them," you say, snapping the catalogue closed.

"Oh yes. I'm quite familiar with your mimics."

"So what was all the–"

He sits up suddenly, miraculously avoiding a great deal of sensitive experiments. "I think it would be easier to show you, wizard mine. Observe."

He opens his palm to you, touching the tips of his fingers together before expanding them to reveal, in a puff of black smoke...

"My catalogue."

His eyes travel from the one in your hand to the one in his. A grin full of far too many razor sharp teeth splits his mouth. He crooks a finger at you and purrs, "Shall we compare the two?"

This is how you find yourself on your knees at the center of a protective circle, grinding your forehead into his hip as he stands before you, holding you still. His grip on your shoulders holds you upright, your thighs quaking from the strain. You don't know when he tied your arms behind your back - it's all a blur, but you have to imagine he slipped the silk rope on before he awakened the mimic. Once it cracked open... well, everything after that is sort of fuzzy.

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