what is this place?

mannythejaguar​:

It hadn’t been hard to miss the sounds of panic and pleasure even from around the corner, Manny’s newfound gift of telepathy aiding his already heightened sense of hearing. He followed after it, curious and finding it familiar, stopping right in the nick of time as the closet door rather violently opened and nearly smacked him in the face. The shifter peered around it, raising a brow as he looked the other man over. 

“Barry? What on earth are you doing in there?” he asked, not sure if he ought to be more concerned or amused at the other’s predicament. Possibly both. 

“Manny!” Barry managed in a rather high-pitched voice. “Good to see you again,” he added with a nod, not wanting his friend to know what was going on. The fact that they had slept together many times before did not matter because the way Manny found him in a broom closet was just too embarrassing.

“I was, uh... I needed to get away,” he said. It was the truth after all. “Kinda hate when these spells are flying all over the place, y’know?” And messing with my body... was the thought that lingered after.

bakunoah​:

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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?”

Barry was never really one to lie so he shook his head ‘no’ in response, not knowing how else to react as he tried controlling himself by ignoring the pleasurable sensations running through his body. 

“What are you doing here? I mean, I was trying to hide...” he managed to explain, staying as still as possible, thinking that if the man left quickly, he could get back to his attempt at keeping to himself until this was over.

merekhopper​:

“Just a tiny bit, yes.”  Merek replied, gesturing to the broom near Barry, still rather amused by where the man had chosen to hide.  The psionic had never really understood the people around the castle who didn’t enjoy this time.  “Are you hoping to avoid any other spells this way?”

“Y-yes...” Barry replied and reached out for the broom to hand it to Merek. The moment his hand closed around the wooden shaft, another shot of arousal swept his body and he whimpered, hand tightening around the broom in response. 

rivenintwain​:

Riven had been shivering for the better part of the day. Standing out on the battlements of the castle, a guard not terribly far away - he’d shed most of his clothing, standing in only a pair of pants as wind battered against him. It was the only thing he could think of at the moment to quell the desires racing through his head. He wasn’t entirely sure what sorcery had been worked upon him but he could certainly feel the pull of some sort of mind-altering magic. 

Each sidelong glance, each look at basically anyone ended in Riven’s mind going straight to the gutter. Normally, he’d hope for Marcus to simply pound it out of him but he wasn’t sure where the Master had gone and he wasn’t even entirely confident he’d able to make it back to the suite in such a state before he’d try to get gangbanged by a group of guards. “Come on, mother nature just…just blow it all…fuuuuuck.” The visual that came to mind was not necessarily a pleasant one. 

When he heard the half-formed panic somewhere below the battlements, Riven found peered down - watching as some poor man fled the scene, another man making his way for a broom closet to hide out in. “Can I…um.” He turned towards the guard. “I’ll suck your cock if you let me go down on you, I mean wait…downstairs.” At the look of pure bewilderment the guard gave him, the man just shook his head. “You can…go down on whoever or wherever you please, I was instructed to keep an eye on you is all.” 

“Great!” Making his way down to said broom closet, Riven was just about to knock when the door shot open and he stumbled backwards, staring at the other with wide eyes. At the half-moan of help, Riven nodded to the other. “I - uh…is something weird happening to you too? Also, would you be opposed to fucking my brains out? I’m so sorry I asked that, I’m being terribly rude but I can’t get these fucking thoughts out of my head. They’re literally fucking thoughts!”

Barry could only look up at the man who stumbled upon him and whine. “W-what?” he asked just to make sure he heard him right. “I mean... Yeah. The spell.” The spirit knew what was happening given how many times he had been through this craziness at the castle, but that did not mean he had gotten used to it.

“Seems like you got hit by one too,” he gulped, his body swaying to lightly brush against the edge of a storage box in the closet. Another low moan sounded from his lips as the arousal spread through him from that point. It only made him think of nothing but satisfying this growing urge within him. Perhaps if he did something about it, he would actually feel better.

“Y-You wouldn’t happen to want to act on those thoughts, would you?” 

emersonoceanfairy​:

With her shirt off Emerson just gave a small smile. “I know, it’s a bit shocking.” With her bra still on she removed her pants. Figuring it was best to not fully undress till the other had a chance to take everything in. She didn’t want to give him a heart attack. Tucking some hair behind her ear Emerson nodded. “Yes it seems we just get lucky.”

Moving closer she gently touched his shoulder. “May I?” She motioned to his shirt so she could take it off with his permission. It seemed the other was in a weird state himself. “Yes. It does no good to panic. Especially in situations that are natural. Besides, this happened too many times, I’m used to it.”

Another low moan sounded when Emerson touched his shoulder and Barry had to squeeze his eyes shut at the onslaught of sensations. With a quick nod, he lifted his arms, allowing her to tug his shirt off with ease, the slide of fabric against skin had him moaning louder. He had to take a few moments to calm himself before he finally opened his eyes.

“This isn’t entirely natural, isn’t it?” he pointed out with a sigh as he looked down at Emerson’s semi-naked form. He looked adorable in this female form and Barry had always appreciated women before Krovs too. “I mean... You’re sure you want this, right?” 

Barry had returned from that spell that split him in two only to be met with another one that pushed him all the way into being bad. The spirit, unfortunately, could not do much in the face of being hit by one spell after another and the transition into this new one seemed so natural that he thought nothing of it. His goodness, which was such an intrinsic part of him, had disappeared completely to leave this version of himself behind.

"Hmm... I like it better like this anyway."

wicek-leskov​:

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“Are you a priest now?” he asked, knowing he could easily fall for Barry’s charm if he were. He didn’t even know if angels would prayer or ask forgiveness from a priest, knowing it would probably be from god himself instead. The feather light touch was enough to leave goosebumps on his skin, making him turn back to face him. “I’m not worthy of you,” he replied softly, each kiss making him feel more emotions than he thought possible. The spell made him want to shy away from her affection but he leaned into it so easily, his arms wound around her waist, holding her close against his chest. “Maybe I should get to my knees to worship you.”

“I wouldn’t mind a bit of role play...” Barry chuckled before he shushed Wicek’s self-deprecating words with a kiss, not wanting to hear such things from the other man because he knew in his heart that Wicek deserved so much more.

Barry was not entirely sure what happened when the spell hit him but as he blinked his eyes open, he was faced with himself. One who was looking at him with even more fear than usual and frankly, it only served to make the poltergeist even more frustrated as he narrowed his eyes to look at this man.

Pathetic. He thought as he reached out with his telekinesis to shove his doppelgänger into a nearby wall, knocking his other self out with a mere thought. Barry had always hated that part of himself. He was so weak.

The poltergeist cast one last withering look at the crumpled heap on the floor before striding off.

"Oh! Oh..." Barry breathed, wondering what in the world was happening to him. He had gotten used to his spirit form's ability to use dark magic over the last few months but it had somehow completely disappeared in that moment and instead of the usual heaviness he felt in his body, he felt oddly light. Lighter than he ever had since he died as a human awhile ago. Wrapping his arms around himself, the poltergeist took in a shaky breath as he relished that feeling.

"W-what? But I already got hit by a sex one..." The urges that suddenly came over Barry were intense and felt wrong. He hated the fact that all he wanted to do was shove the next person he saw against the wall, but he could not do that. It would be too unlike him. The spirit decided that he needed to get away and he turned tail and ran.

wicek-leskov​:

“Do you?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder. He liked the wings, even if they weren’t real but he liked Barry’s touch on his bare skin even more. It almost felt sinful even if it was something they had done before. “I feel like I should go to church and prayer to repent for all the terrible things I’ve done,” he murmured, his brow furrowing. It wouldn’t surprise him if this mischievous spell had something more to it than a skimpy costume. “Let’s hope it doesn’t make me act angelic as well.” He happened to like getting to do some unholy things after all. 

“Mhm... You could repent to me,” Barry suggested mischievously, grin widening as those fingers trailed over Wicek’s shoulders and down his back. “Though I think I’d forgive you anything...” A soft chuckle escaped the spirit’s lips as he leaned in to pull the other man in to press kisses against his face, though Barry was vaguely curious about how Wicek would change if that were to actually happen. 

merekhopper​:

Currently, Merek was dealing with a spell that apparently made him think dirty thoughts about everyone in the castle.  Not that it was in any way new to the psionic, considering he was like that on an average day, so he hadn’t quite noticed the difference.  At least that meant he could just enjoy watching the chaos unfold while he went about his duties, heading toward one of the broom closets to grab something to clean up with.

The door flew open before he reached it and the psionic jumped back a bit before he gathered himself and continued forward.  Amusement flickered through him as he took in Barry hiding inside the closet and he chuckled quietly, leaning in just a bit.  “Is everything alright?”

“Uh...” Barry croaked upon recognising the man as one of the servants at the castle. He was still trying to remain as still as possible, but the look on the other man’s face somehow made it seem like he knew exactly what was going on. 

“Got hit by a spell. Can’t really... Don’t really think I should move from here till it’s over... A-am I in your way?”

@springheeledhugo​

“Oh, well thanks! This is a new one for me.” The shifter laughed, “Sorry… feel like I should know who you are, but you might need to give me a clue like this?”

cont’d from here

"Oh, right. It’s me Barry,” the spirit grinned. “I know I look completely different, don’t I?” And really not as impressive as some of the other ladies he had seen in the castle. He tugged on the sleeve of his sweater self-consciously and moved to sit next to the shifter, unable to stop looking at him because his female form was truly just as gorgeous as his male one.

emersonoceanfairy​:

Once she found the room Emerson pulled the other inside and shut the door. Locking to be safe. Turning back to face the man the banshee furrowed her brows before gasping slightly. “Oh right. Um, it’s me. Emerson. The banshee from before. We met in my shop. Under similar conditions.” Moving pas the man Emerson set the snacks down. Before picking one up and opening it to munch on the sweet. “It seems you were hit with a spell too. Sorry, I uh, I’ve been hit with a eating one it seems. I can’t really stop. I was invading the kitchen when I saw you. But I’ve also been hit with some sort of sex one.” Finishing the sweet she began to remove her clothes. “So unfortunatly I’m going to need to borrow you for a bit.” 

“Emerson?” Barry’s eyes widened at the woman in front of him as he started to see the resemblance and he remembered the exact incident that he... she... he was referring to. His face turned an even deeper shade of red at the memories just as Emerson started taking off her clothes as well. 

Oh god! It was not as if Barry had not been with women before. He had almost exclusive been with women before being brought to Krovs, it had just rarely been in such situations. 

“F-Funny how we’re always meeting like this...” he joked lightly and tugged at the collar of his shirt, only for the brush of fabric against his neck to invoke another wave of arousal through him and he groaned. “You’re very calm about this...” Then again, Emerson had been the last time as well.

emersonoceanfairy​:

Emerson had been walking down the hall, snacks in hand when she suddenly felt the need for sex. It was a weird feeling to have suddenly. Emerson was hoping she could make it home before running into someone. However she saw Barry running and then into a broom closet. How strange. Walking over she heard what sounded like moaning. And then suddenly the door was flung open. And there in the closet was the man looking flushed and messy. “Oh. Barry dear are you alright?” She bit her lip as her eyes moved over the man. This was going to be hard. “Broom closets are no good for sex. Come. There’s a room around the corner!” Reaching out the banshee took hold of Barry’s arm and began to frantically move down the hall. Still holding the snacks of course. “These silly spells. Always ruining good moments.”

The door opened to a woman Barry did not recognise and he yelped when she grabbed his arm and pulled. It was somehow even more intense when someone else touched him! 

“W-Who are you?” he managed to get out as he tried tugging his arm from her grip, but that only made him groan again from the sheer arousal he was feeling. “I’m so sorry. This is so embarrassing!”