barrywakefield:
sensitive | open starter
@krovscastlestarters
It has been a few hours since Barry had been hit with that spell. The one that had turned his entire body into an erogenous zone. He had not even realised its effects when it first hit him, but the moment his shoulder brushed against someone else’s on his way out of the castle, the electrifying feeling of pleasure arced through him and he moaned out loud, scaring the poor man away.
The poltergeist’s face had turned red from both shame and pleasure before he all but ran and found a broom closet to hide in. It was really not much better because no matter what Barry did or how he tried to stay still, his body inadvertently would brush against itself and it would set the spell off again. Another loud moan later saw the lights in the closet flickering erratically as his magic went on to fling the door of the closet wide open.
“Help…” he croaked out to the person who was standing right outside. “I… I mean, hi!”
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The castle was weird. That’s the conclusion Noah had come to. He’d only been here a few days and now everyone was running around hitting each other with spells as if it was normal even if it was the furthest thing from that. He’d tried to avoid as many as he could but still he’d been hit by one that was setting his body on fire. He needed to find somewhere to hide before he threw himself at someone and did something he’d regret.
What he hadn’t expected to find on his hunt for privacy was a broom closet that apparently had the worst electrical problems he’d ever seen. Raising an eyebrow at the whole scene until a voice caught him off guard.
“Help and hi got two very different meanings. You doing alright in there?”
















