#mpkyle

[mpxjinny]

“i am warning you: don’t try to weasel your way out of it.”

So there really was no way out of it, huh? Jinsoul had even done her best little pout and paired it with puppy dog eyes and the instructor still hadn't flinched. It spoke for his resolve and that wasn’t boding well for her. She had never been in any real trouble before. 

“I just wanted to swim-!” Working third shift at Sombra Muerte wasn’t a bad job by any means, but it certainly changed her schedule in a way that made most normal activities a pain to be involved in. So her plan to sneak into the rec center well after close and take a swim wasn’t exactly malicious, but born out of necessity. Trying to convince this man of that wasn’t going so well, though. 

“I swear I’m not up to anything bad- I just never have the time so come during open hours and it’s been forever since i went swimming. It’ll be like I’m not even here!”

[mpwukong]

A Monkey Out of Water

cont from here w/ @mpkyle ft wukong & kyle

Stood to his bare thighs in water, Wukong looks less then impressed, in his Hawaiian pattern shorts and bright orange arm bands squeezed over each bicep, his hair wet from where he had been unceremoniously dunked. As water drips from dark strands of hair across his brow, Wukong’s eyes narrow a little as he watches the ‘instructor’ wade back deeper into the pool. Though the water was a quiet, scerene blue with it’s gentle ripples and strong clorine smell, monkeys do not like water. 

Arm floaties or not, buoyant body mass or not, he still feels uncomfortable and like getting himself out right now. He watches as Kyle floats backwards, trying to tempt him into deeper water, but the idea has his lip curl in disatisfaction, especially if he’s expected to just float! “My instinct is to get out” he grumbles under his breath with a sour look, before slowly inching forwards, bringing the water up his legs slowly with a shudder. 

[phobetorxmp]

Tipsy Gods

cont from here w/ @mpkyle ft phobetor & kyle 

Scoffing at the demigod’s dismissive attitude, Phobetor’s usual retorts just aren’t there, as instead he grumbles and flops back onto his elbows across his silk bedding. A sullen look pulls at his lips as he watches the young man crouch down to help with his shoes, his lips curled and eyes brooding as each foot is taken carefully and slipped from his shoe. Each slow blink speaks to his high alcohol level, as his head swims a little. Yet still, here was a demigod before him who was not enamoured with his dark graces, hanging on his every word with eyes wide with lust filled curiosity, as he would expect! As should be! 

With his second shoe removed, Phobetor knocks Kyle’s hand to the side with his foot, opening his chest before using the moment of surprise to slip from the bed, with surprisingly agility given how he was currently seeing three of the boy. Falling forward onto his knees either side of Kyle’s lap, long legs fold as he bumps down onto the demigod’s thighs and brings their faces level, his dark eyes staring back at him intently. “You’re a virgin, right?” He hums, head tilting as a teasing smirk spreads over his lips and he jabs his chest. Some things he didn’t need his powers to deduce.

[mpxlily]

“you must have been worlds away, as hard as it was to wake you.”

the magic of fuller meme: still accepting!

It was not hard for the pure child of nature to find herself a cozy little nest amidst the landscape of the university to nestle herself into from time to time. Lily spent many afternoons at Phoenix U, waiting on Emil to finish his teachings for the days so they could spend time together. But never in a million years did Lily ever think she’d fall asleep in the public eye. Nor did she think she was that tired! Though, that could have been blamed on a sugar crash...never would she kill a large bag of sour gummy worms so quickly again.

Stirring awake, the flower child rubbed at her eyes to clear away the fuzz and the haze as she registered the form in front of her. “you must have been worlds away, as hard as it was to wake you.” He rang out, earning a solitary blink of her eyes at him. “Mmn, I think I was. I don’t remember which though.” She mumbled softly, giving off a soft yawn as she forced herself upright. A hand coming up to course the dark hair back from her face as she registered back to reality. It was only then she realized who she was talking with, and her face lit up brightly but sweet.

“Kyle!”

[phobetorxmp]

“that’s because i had to carry you to your bed.”

Book One: Sentence Starters ¦ accepting

“Pah-!” The god of nightmares lets his disbelief in that sentence burst from his body as his head swings back with the sound. Though he was all but hanging from around the young demigods neck, feet struggling to keep his long body upright as he stumbles along, shoes clacking across the expensive oak wooden flooring of his penthouse apartment. With a clatter he drops his keys vaguely near the hand-blown dish that housed them by the door, and grabs for the railing of the stairs that lead towards the master bedroom as he grumbles drunkenly. All with a lot of help. 

With the help of guiding hands he does indeed make it up to the second level, towards his large, king sized bed with it’s dark satin sheets and expensive trimmings, before he jabs a finger at the poor soul who’d helped him in his drunken state, a less then poised, dirty smirk on his lips. “You’re quite cute!” He hums, almost as if he had just discovered this, before his fingers walk up the boys chest with a hum. “I bet I could show you a thing or two..” he slurs, eyebrows lifting suggestively as he nods. “Trust me... I...I am an expert” he croons with a nod before peeling off of the young stranger and stumbles towards his bed. 

“Rock your world I bet” he mumbles to himself as he starts trying to take his shoes off, reaching for support that just wasn’t there, before he crumples down onto his bed with a yelp. This was far from his usually so elegant and poised self. A god who very rarely drank to excess and always remained in full control of his assets was... hammered.