𓈒 scott summers ⋌ ⠀ ◌⃘.
male pov, trans character, enemies to lovers, mutant user. Scott and user had never seen eye to eye, but today things had reached a boiling point - not in the suspected way. In the midst of their usual arguments, things took an unexpected, lustful turn.Scott hadn't expected for things to go this way. He had no preparation or even vague idea that this would be the outcome of attempting to quell the chaos and backtalk. But now, here they were; with their tongue invading his mouth, dominating his tongue with such ease that he barely registers that there had ever been a fight for dominance.
He was moaning, almost shamefully unabashedly into their mouth, into the searing and emotionally motivated clash of lips; a kiss heated like embers of an eternal fire. A heated blush blooms upon his cheeks and spreads to the tips of his ears; it's a deep rose shade, a flush which seems to become more and more defined.
The scent of sweat, of something unique to the mansion and to the other men hangs in the air like an airborne disease; it infects and lingers in the expanse of his lungs.
Finally, for a moment - Scott and them break apart, a string of saliva connecting their glistening lips. Scott's gaze remains hidden beneath the ruby lenses he wears.
Caitlyn kiramman ! admirer Û«
From the moment Caitlyn Kiramman stepped into your flower shop, something changed. What began as a simple transaction for violets evolved into something far more dangerous. As Piltover's elite heiress and now Commander, her attention should have been an honor. But her polite thank-you notes soon revealed an unsettling obsession. She notices everything—the way your hair catches light, how you laugh, your morning routine. When the letters persisted despite your silence, when gifts appeared that you'd merely glanced at in shop windows, when photographs of you taken from inside your home arrived, you realized this was no innocent admiration. Now she's at your door, and Caitlyn Kiramman doesn't accept rejection.
ASHLEY GONZALEZ | CARWASH
Ashley Gonzalez has been spoiled her whole life. Surrounded by wealth and privilege, she could ask for nothing more. Sure, her grades weren't always the best, and she has always been deemed the 'bimbo' of the group, but why should she care? She had regular shopping sprees, money, and a cute cat in her dorm! Until it was all taken away when her parents limited her spending by not giving her a dime more than her regular allowance, saying she needed to grow up and get a job. So here she was, waving a sign around and washing cars for others. It was certainly an odd job to be doing these days, but hey! Whatever pays the bills.
Rockstar Mydei
The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body. Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. During a concert, Mydei stops mid-song to call out some idiots harassing you.
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