LATE SUMMER FAIR (NSFW DESSERTS)

[spoofer]

Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: The slow transition from summer leads to a fair, complete with whacky treats and activities from other holidays and festivals from around the Multiverse.
Date(s): August 26-September 2
Warnings/Notes: None, please mark your subject headers with content.

Late Summer Fair

I play my part and you play your game

Welcome to Xistentia's first fair, F.A.T.E.S.' excuse to mingle. The setup appears overnight on the edge of town, a nonsensical mash of themes and places from the multiverse. Haunted house and circus tent, facepainting, ferris wheel and carousel, game stands that seem to self-operate, dozens of empty shopfronts, self-regenerating popcorn stands. Pretty soon, however, the people start to come, bringing their own goods and wares. The population of Xistentia is 333, which is more than enough people to fill a fair.

As far as fair food goes, there are penis-shaped waffles^[NSFW] in various flavors, two-sticked popsicles for sharing with a partner, turkey legs, fried dough, cookies as big as your head, fried fish, fried lizards, glutinous fruits, and lembas.

And let's not forget, there is an abundance of alcohol everywhere. Beer, wine, you name it.

But of course, let's not forget the games. Many of them are low-key and prizes vary from the ability to change your daemon's color to any other natural hue, to free food, horrible writing pens, and stuffed animals. Games vary from whack-a-mole to bobbing for apples. Everything is free to eat, drink, and play, barring some excuses for barter with some of your friendly neighborhood natives.

Some games, however, are less casual if not necessarily more costly. The contests of finesse and strength come with special prizes from F.A.T.E.S. and...

THE WINNERS ARE

Note that the "prizes" do not stack. Runner-up winners will not get multiple of the same type of prize, and those who experience a critical failure won't suffer particularly severe consequences. If your character receives a dream or a "unique item," you will receive a reply to your comment on the mod announcement with more information.

Contests of Finesse

DARTS
First Place	Vanyel Greyjoy	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Aymeric, Jace, Amanda, Zeke, Kavinsky, Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Magnus, Barclay	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit
RING TOSS
First Place	Jace Wayland and Magnus Lightwood-Bane	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Vanyel, Rafaello, Amanda, Zeke, Barclay, and Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Aymeric and Kavinsky	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit
ARCHERY
First Place	Alec Lightwood-Bane	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Nico, Vex, Aymeric, Zeke, Magnus, Kavinsky, and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Rosie and Barclay	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams
SPARRING
First Place	Kavinsky	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Aymeric, Rafaello, Zeke, Barclay and Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Alec, Vanyel, Jace, and Magnus	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit

Contests of Strength

ARM WRESTLING
First Place	Ezekiel	Precognitive dream later that night
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Rosie, Aymeric, Vanyel, Rafaello, Magnus, Kavinsky and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Vex and Jace	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams
HIGH STRIKE
First Place	Era	Precognitive dream later that night
Still Good	Alec, Nico, Vex, Jace, Zeke, Magnus, Kavinsky and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Rosie and Aymeric	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams

See also detailed dice roll information for: darts, ring toss, arm wrestling, high strike, and archery.

Kissing Booth

And what would a fair be, without a kissing booth?

Just like the rest of the fair, the odd thing is that there is of course no payment required.

Instead, a large and lovely lantern hangs behind the booth. It seems to glow a little brighter every time a kiss is transacted. It's hard to know exactly what this means, but considering that emotional intimacy lights the streets of the city, one might guess that F.A.T.E.S. is saving up this particular energy for something special.

But until then, it's a good excuse to make out.

Comments

[bratpack]

[ It's dangerously easy to move his thigh in between Nico's legs and grind some gentle pressure against him. His hands press into the small of his back and then down, over his ass to squeeze it while he sucks on his tongue. His kisses get deeper. Every so often their lips part for breath, and then Wyatt is kissing him again, lips starting to redden and swell. By now his eyes have closed, and he lets out occasional, soft sounds as his tongue drags against Nico's. ]

[deathkid]

[ it's just as easy for nico to respond, gasping as pressure between his thighs makes his lashes flutter against flushed cheeks and his lips part further, giving wyatt even more access to deepen the kiss. he's breathing a bit heavily through his nose, but the way wyatt's tongue slides against his own makes him want to swallow wyatt down and never come up for air. so he doesn't, not until he absolutely can't get enough air through his nose alone, and even then, as he parts, he tilts his head to drag breathless, open-mouthed kisses along wyatt's jaw. ]

[bratpack]

[ This is starting to feel really, dangerously good. Wyatt's hot enough to be breathing heavily, and his body is definitely responding to Nico. He presses against him, letting Nico feel the growing bulge against his hip, and he tilts his head up to make space for those neck kisses.

It'd be very easy to get lost in this. The fair is happening right outside and all around him, and the thought of that gives Wyatt a little thrill. His hand moves up into Nico's hair, mussing it, and he leans down to nip and tug at his ear. He lets out a pleased little laugh, which he quickly stifles by kissing Nico urgently, pressing their lips together and sucking on his tongue this time. His hand skates down over his shoulders and back, feeling out Nico's body. ]

[deathkid]

[ that pressure only succeeds in making nico mewl for more. he presses his own hips back, revealing that he's in the same situation as wyatt in terms of arousal and really, he'd love nothing more right now than to continue grinding against him. and when those hands slide down his body, across his back, he can't help but arch into wyatt more. his own hands find wyatt's hips, grip and pull him closer, seeking more pressure in hopes of finding just that perfect amount of friction. but it's not enough. it'll never be enough if they stay in the confines of the kissing booth.

pulling away reluctantly from their kiss and gulping down air, nico licks his lips. his eyes are heavily dilated, though it's hard to tell given how colorless they already are. still, they flit over wyatt's body and he swallows. ]

Gods, I want- [ he huffs a laugh, pale cheeks now turning a rosy red. ] You wanna maybe get out of here?

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt's breathing hard. He's definitely hot and bothered, and his arousal is painfully obvious. Also, it's painful; his clothes have never been tight, but he's hard enough by now that they feel it. He rolls his hips forward, groaning as he grinds against Nico. It doesn't help that he knows Nico is hard, too. They could get each other off like this, if they kept grinding and kissing and touching --

Fuck. Or they could get out of here and do so much better.

Wyatt licks his lips, and can't help but nuzzle a little into Nico's neck. His flushing cheeks look so good. Nico is so naturally pale, and that just makes him look...

Shit. ]

Yeah. Yeah I really do.

[ With an effort, he pulls away to peek out of the Kissing Booth. Then he grins at the other boy. ]

You wanna make a run for it? They might not see.

[deathkid]

[ loathe as he is to pull away, nico does only after rolling his hips once more against wyatt's. he hasn't been this turned on by someone since, well, loki and though he loves will, there's something so naughty, so sexy about rutting with wyatt like he is. he can feel sweat begin to bead on the back of his neck and he releases a huffed laugh upon seeing wyatt's grin. ]

I know a way to get us out of here without being seen. Hold on to me.

[ and if wyatt does, he'll shadowtravel them both to someplace discrete where they can continue what they're doing. ]

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt pauses, staring at Nico. ]

You're kidding, right?

[ He doesn't look like he's kidding. He looks like he's ready to fuck Wyatt right here in the kissing booth. The way they're grinding together is driving Wyatt insane, and doing a very good job of ensuring he keeps thinking with his dick. He doesn't know exactly what Nico's talking about, but he'll have time to think about it later. He slides his arms tightly around him, pulling him roughly against his chest. His bulge grinds over Nico's again, making him shudder with need. ]

I got you, babe.

[ He says, and turns to attack suckling lips to Nico's neck.

Then the world turns over. Wyatt is suddenly weightless and cold, and then it's over almost as soon as it started. Immediately disoriented, he looks up and around in confusion. ]

How the hell did you... [ He looks at Nico. If anything, he just looks like he wants him more. ] God, that's hot. Come here.

[ Now that they're alone, finally, there's nothing to stop him grabbing hold of Nico's belt and starting to pull it off. He's ground against this boy's dick enough; he wants to see it. ]

[deathkid]

[ nico feels a flush of need travel down to his dick as he's called "babe" and when they reach his bedroom, emerging from the shadows, he's just as eager to get his belt and pants off as wyatt. helping him with it, he soon pushes his pants down and kicks them away before he pulls wyatt into another kiss. ]

Shadow traveling. [ spoken between kisses as he tries to get wyatt's pants off too. ] Gods, mn, c'mon. Want you to fuck me.

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt's eyes are bright and eager, and he's looking at Nico like he's the prey about to be pounced. His hand moves up, sliding against Nico's neck and pulling him close. ]

Yeah? I fucking will. I want you so fucking bad. Shit. You got lube?

[ He asks that, while internally berating himself for not having any on him. He hadn't imagined he'd needed it. He certainly hadn't thought he'd have a chance like this.

He's showing no signs of stopping, though. He kicks his pants away while he bites another kiss along Nico's jaw. That leaves him fully naked, since underwear is a thing he doesn't own, and his dick is thick and hard against Nico's thigh. Seeing a bed, Wyatt pushes Nico back onto it and then climbs on top, straddling him and leaning over him. His hands slide possessively over his sides, nails gently scratching at him. ]

Or I could just rim you first. I bet you taste amazing. Let me get my tongue in you, babe...

[deathkid]

[ nico likes the look wyatt gives him. it makes him feel warm, wanted, and most importantly, thrilled. and his hands all over him pull a shudder from him, almost a tremble because he's just as hard as the cock against his thigh. moaning as wyatt straddles him, nips at his jaw, and whatever clothing he still has on is soon divested because he wants to feel wyatt's skin against his own.

but then wyatt is suggesting rimming him and nico's dick throbs. mewling, he kisses wyatt hard and then shifts, turning onto his stomach. ]

I'd like nothing more.

[bratpack]

[ Oh god. If Nico had been a sight to see before, this is even better. That lithe body beneath him, ready for him. The pert little ass, the pale skin. Wyatt moves down Nico's body, deliberately letter his cock drag against his ass while he does. It makes him moan, and his stomach tightens with anticipation.

He spreads his hands over Nico's ass, kneading and squeezing it, and then he dips down to sweep his tongue over his hole. The taste makes him moan again, and he can't help pressing his face in for more. He pushes Nico's ass apart to make access easier, and licks at his whole until he's able to push the very tip of his tongue inside. His fingers dig into that ass and he sucks on Nico's skin, desperate to get more of himself in that hole. ]

[deathkid]

[ it's been a while since nico's been rimmed. will's not into it, which is fine by nico. but when he gets offered, he won't turn it down. especially by the likes of wyatt who seems to know precisely what gets him going. the feel of his cock against his skin prompts a shudder and he makes a low noise of approval. one that only gets louder as wyatt begins.

he presses his ass back against the tongue dipping into him. against his cheeks, his lashes flutter and there's a full flush in his face. and as wyatt's fingers dig deeper into his skin, he moans, feeling his own cock twitch in anticipation. ]

Styx, feels good.

[bratpack]

[ It tastes good, too. Wyatt presses in, his cheeks tight against Nico's ass while he licks at his hole. He pushes his tongue in and out, before flicking around the edges and then pushing back in again. He starts to suck, teasing that puckered skin with his tongue. At the same time he reaches around, wrapping his hand around Nico's shaft and he starts to stroke it gently. That needs to stay hard for him. He pushes his thumb against the slit and works his fingers lightly over Nico's shaft, not trying to pull an orgasm from him yet but slowly working him in that direction. ]