Prompt: “Hey, so I had a funny idea for another Kevin Ford smut if you don’t mind… Teasing in sex Ed class, really simple. Towards the end could she realize that she wore cotton panties if it’s not too big a deal? It’s just kinda funny ‘why the hell is it so drafty in here’ *looks at ass in her seat, grabs her own ass* ‘well SHIT’” – @comic-book-reider
You and Kevin take the most awkward class day of the year and turn it into one of your favorites.
Pairing: Kevin Ford (Wither) x Mutant!Reader (Y/N); Gambit and other student mutants
Warnings: SMUT, public/classroom smut, awkward sex-ed class
“While we would suggest that ya’ll wait till you’re more mature and have more control over your powers, we know that many of you won’t wait. So, in the meantime, education in safe sex is a must.” Professor LeBeau failed to hide a smirk as the class groaned. He had everyone come to the front for a banana and a few condom packets, then sent the girls to one side of the room, and the boys to the other.
You glanced at Kevin as he sat in the back row on the opposite side of the room from you. The distance wasn’t going to hinder what you had in mind. You had learned new ways to project your force barrier, and could control it in a way that would make sure this class was the best of the day. Kevin seemed excited for you, but it was still mostly a theory; you’d never tried it before.
You turned to your desk partner, “hey, I need to focus on my powers for a minute. Can you…?”
“I’ve got your back,” she said.
You took a deep breath and mentally pictured sending out two streams of fields down your legs and across the back wall. They curled up the legs of Kevin’s chair and slid into his lap. You suppressed a giggle as his hips jumped. He kept his gaze focused on the front of the class as Gambit continued to talk, but opened his legs wider and moved a hand to rest on his thigh. You slid on strand under his palm, jolting your hips as it relayed his touch straight to your pussy. The other strand you dipped into his pants and under his boxers.
Continuing to focus, you pictured stroking him how you knew he liked it. You altered pressures and twisted around him and played with his tip. Kevin’s head lolled to one side, making you grin.
Then he started stroking the strand on his thigh.
You fought to keep your eyes open as the sensations rubbed up and down on either side of your clit. He flicked a finger towards it, lightly scraping it with his fingernail and igniting sparks within you. You bit down on a knuckle to silence yourself, willing your hips to not buck as you felt yourself begin to puddle. He curled his fingers, reaching for the bundle of nerves. Then he stopped. He shot a smug look and you realized you’d stopped stroking him too.
You swirled over his head, making his eyes flutter. You picked up your pace from before, stroking and putting pressure over his vein. He mutually increased his pace. Kevin added another digit to his strokes and pushed deeper. You gripped the side of the desk as the vibrations threatened to overwhelm you. Stroke after stroke tightened the coil inside you. You felt him throb under your ministrations as he also neared finishing.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Gambit begin to walk around the room, moving through the girls’ side first. You sent a squeeze of warning to Kevin, but he stroked faster. Your knuckles paled as you tried to focus. Blood pounded in your ears, and your heart felt like it was ready to fly out of your chest. You knew Kevin was going to try to make you cum just as Gambit reached your desk.
You raced him for it.
Kevin was having difficulty hiding his panting. His cheeks were flushed as you tightened around him, making sure to sheath him all the way. You gasped as he reached the back of your field, jolting to your screaming spot. He spun hard circles into your clit. Your vision blurred and shimmered around the edges. With a mangled cough, you came. Kevin fell forward onto his desk as he shot into you.
You breathed deeply through the aftershocks as Gambit made it to your desk. “How’s it goin’ over here?”
“Fine,” your desk-mate said. You nodded in agreement and grinned awkwardly till he moved on.
“I know it’s awkward, Kevin, but please don’t sleep in my class.”
“Sorry, professor.” Kevin leaned back up and grinned at you as he continued to walk down the rows.
You shifted in your seat, chilled through your thin skirt. Looking behind to your seat, you saw where you had leaked through. Shit. You hastily shed your jacket and wrapped it around you as the bell rang and LeBeau called out the homework. Kevin cursed and you saw him do the same with his hoodie.
He met you in the hallway. You giggled as he looped your arm through his and led you up the stairs.
“It’s lunch period,” he said.
“So it is.”
“We can either have lunch on the lawn or,” he leaned close and whispered into your ear, “in that closet on the second floor.”
You pulled him along towards the front door. At the last second, you took his hand in yours and veered left to the stairs. Pulling the stains out both your clothes with your powers would be easy, but you’d much rather make them worse first.
When they were children, Loki and Y/N promised each other to marry if they did not find someone else by the next Belewe moon in 250 years.
Pairing: young!Loki x young!Reader (Think age 11 or so)
Warnings: None, except slight sabotage I guess
Word Count: 2,200+
Note: I used thispost to calculate Loki’s age for the series as he is going to age throughout. Please let me know how you’re liking it (or not) and tell me what you think is going to happen next. Hint: if you know a little of the mythology, you might see the end coming. Shoot me a message or something if you want to be tagged for the series, or for anything else.
~1635 AD (Midgard Time)
His door shut with a small click, one that echoed through the hallway like a bell. Loki flinched but kept moving. The next guard exchange was about to happen so he would have to time his escape perfectly. He ducked behind a pillar as a pair of boots thundered into the passageway. They didn’t stop. Loki half wondered if he should be proud that he wasn’t seen, or worried that the guards were inept at their job.
There wasn’t time to reflect on this quandary, he didn’t want to be late.
The grassy alcove outside the library was empty save for one solitary figure. Loki’s breathing was rushed, having run the remaining way from the hallway. He focused on calming it, then making it quiet. His steps were soundless as he slinked up behind the figure.
“Boo,” he whispered.
“Boo, yourself,” a voice said from behind him. Loki jumped with a yelp as you stepped out of the shadows. With a wave of your hand, the figure turned and faded away.
“Someday you must teach me how you do that.” Loki looked up at the sky and a smile broke out over his face. “It has begun.” Overhead a glowing celestial orb rocketed through the sky. Its tail sparked as it fought the Asgardian atmosphere.
“Do you think it will pass the correct spot?” you asked.
“Perhaps.”
The comet soared closer to the object of your attention: a relatively close moon, not your own, that filled the sky. Every two hundred and fifty years or so, the comet Orvar had the chance to pass behind the moon, creating a comet-lunar eclipse. When this happened, the reflection of the moon shown blue with the space fire around the comet. It was called the Belewe Moon. If one watched the comet pass by in a secret place, the observer was supposed to have good luck until the next Belewe moon.
“Do you want to see if we can see anybody else watching the moon?” Loki asked, walking towards the edge.
“No, Loki, don’t. Don’t ruin someone’s luck by spying out their hiding place,” you held him back and shrugged, “besides, if, by peeking you give our spot away, you’ll curse us both with bad luck.”
Loki nodded in agreement.
You sat on the grass and laid back to watch the sky. Even with the brightness of the comet, you could see billions of stars. Loki laid next to you, hands behind his head. You twisted to lay your head on his chest, breathing in time to the rise of his breath.
“What luck do you think you’ll have?” he asked.
You thought for a moment then said, “maybe I’ll marry a husband who’ll build me a library. I know it won’t be as big as the one here, but it’ll be mine.”
“Marry?” Loki’s breath hitched beneath you. “You are not old enough for that yet. And we’re still in school.”
“Not for much longer,” you sighed, “Mother and Father have been discussing taking me out of school. A boy is coming tomorrow. They say I might be betrothed to him.”
“Betrothed? What is this, the Dark Ages? Nobody does that anymore.”
“They do here at court.” The comet continued its path, finally drawing close to the moon. “We wouldn’t have a ceremony till years later, but… I’m of an age where they must start thinking about it. And at this stage, I have a choice. They told me I can say no if I wish.”
“Then say no.” Loki’s chest was tight. You rolled over so you could twist to look directly into his eyes.
“Why should I? I have not met him yet.”
“But you’ve met me,” Loki smirked at you, but his eyes claimed something deeper.
“I don’t think you are on my parent’s list. You are too above my station.”
Loki turned to lay on his side; you did the same. “Then it will help your family even more. I’m a prince of Asgard. You are an intelligent young lady of the court. There couldn’t be a more perfect pairing. And Father favor’s Thor, so he will be the one to have an arranged marriage for the throne.”
“You speak like it is so easy, Loki,” You rolled back onto your back. “There are more politics involved than you think.”
Loki looked down to his feet, so close to yours. “Then I will learn the politics.” He glanced at you, but you were watching the sky. “Y/N?”
“Hmm?”
“If I learn the politics, and if I can convince our parents that the match will be good, would you at least consider… me?”
Orvar was just touching the inner edge of the moon. You two were so young. What could you possibly know about marriage? The first glimmer of blue started to glow around the moon. It gave you an idea.
“Do you think you could wait for me?”
“What?”
“If I have not married by the next Belewe Moon, nor you, would you marry me then?”
Loki laid back with a confused huff. “Yes. But that is not for another two hundred and fifty years.”
“Exactly. If no suitors have caught my eye by then, my parents will want to take any proposal given to them. It will help you sway them even more. But you would have to promise. I do not want to wait that long with the false hope that you will back out, married or not.”
“Agreed.”
The comet was fully behind the moon now. The sky surrounding it burst into different beams of blue as the tail fully eclipsed the moon. You could hear soft cheering around the city.
“Y/N, I promise you by the light of the Belewe light: if neither of us has wed by the next moon, I shall wed you without hesitation.” His voice was strong.
“I promise you, Loki, by the light of the Belewe light: if neither of us has wed by the next moon, I shall wed you without hesitation.”
The cheers died off as Orvar passed the point of illumination. The moon lost its halo, and the sky was as it was before.
Loki took your hand and squeezed it. He continued to hold it till the comet was out of sight. He successfully escorted you back to your room without incident. You fell asleep with the courage that he had the luck, and skill, to make it back without getting caught.
The Next Morning
“What do you think of him, Y/N?” your mother asked you. The boy jumped out of the transport and took a small bouquet from his father.
“He’s cute, I guess. But looks are not everything,” you replied. You could feel your parents grinning at each other over your head.
“Sindri,” your father called out, “welcome to Asgard!”
“Thank you, my friend. May I introduce my wife, Erna, and my son, Theoric.”
The fathers continued to talk as you looked at Theoric. He was cute, in a way. His hands were shaking around the flowers, but he kept his posture straight and strong. You found his eyes observing you as well and looked away, blushing through getting caught.
“Here,” he said, holding out the flowers, “these are for you.” You took them. A few sprigs of baby’s breath surrounded a single, small, red tulip that hadn’t opened yet.
“He picked those himself this morning,” Erna said kindly. Your mother tapped you on your shoulder.
“Thank you. They are beautiful.”
“Perhaps you could show Theoric around the palace while we talk.” You clenched your jaw and looked up at your mother with pleading eyes. Could she be any more of a cliché? She didn’t give you time to reply or to complain before taking Erna’s arm and leading her inside. Your heart was thundering in your chest as you turned back to face Theoric.
“You don’t have to show me around,” he said, breaking the silence. “You can just show me your favorite place. If you would like.”
You nodded in agreement. If Thor and his friends saw you with him, you wouldn’t live it down for weeks. “Follow me.” You led him through back hallways to the library, opening the door with a flourish.
Theoric gave you a single nod as he looked around. “Your favorite place is… a library?”
“Yes. I have an impossible dream to read them all.”
“That is impossible.” Theoric walked to one of the bookshelves and pulled out a book. He flipped through the pages quickly, then shelved it with a huff. “Do you have any other favorite places?”
Your eyes flitted to the grassy alcove, but you played it off as thinking. “No. I have been known to stay here all day when I’m not called elsewhere.”
“How incredibly dull. How are you still sane?” He looked past you to the hallway. “I think we should get back. Mother said there was to be a lunch before they started discussing anything important.”
“My mother said the same. This way.” You took the short route to the small dining hall outside your family’s quarters while at court. You walked quickly, answering shortly to any questions Theoric had. Then he was silent. You turned around to ask if he was alright, but he was gone. Panic set in. While you had already eliminated him as a suitor, your parents and his would be furious if you lost him in the palace. You started to backtrack your steps, hoping he could not have wandered far.
Loki was deeply engrossed in a book when a disgruntled boy walked around the corner muttering about incompetent girls.
“You there! Which way to the dining hall?”
“Which one?” Loki muttered, refusing to look up from his book.
“The one Y/N Y/L/N was taking me to before she lost me around a corner. Would you stop reading and show me the way?”
Loki sighed and closed his book. The boy’s hands were clenched, as was his jaw, and he kept shifting his feet impatiently. Loki was going to take his time with this rude boy. There was no way you were going to choose this one over him.
“This way.”
Loki led him in circles for quite some time. He occasionally poked his head into one of the other small dining halls, feigning innocence. By the time they reached the correct hall, Theoric was fuming.
“I asked for guidance, not a tour. Everybody in this place is so incompetent.” He burst through the doors, starting chaos inside. Loki thought it best to slip away. Besides, he’d left his book on the window sill.
You burst in through the other doors as Theoric did. “Mother, I cannot find-“
“You! You lost me on purpose.” Theoric pointed at you across the table, face redder than a beet.
“It is not my fault that you could not keep up.” It was an accident. A gentleman would be understanding. You looked at your mother and sent her a curt nod. This was not the one. She sighed and looked at the other three adults, passing along your message.
“Father, I refuse to stay any longer.” Theoric turned on his heel to march out.
“Are you sure that is the right way, Theoric? Are you an expert of the palace now?” You smirked at his back, enjoying the way he flinched.
He stopped, flustered. He stomped his foot and waited for your father to usher his parents out the door. Your mother shot you a look. You were in trouble, but they’d have to find you first. Nobody knew the palace better than you, except maybe Loki.
Loki.
He had to know about this idiootti, this idiot.
You found him in his favorite window alcove, reading as always. He heard you coming and made room for you. You laid against the opposite wall so your feet could almost touch.
“How was the meeting?”
“A disaster. I lost him on the way back from the library, and he was extremely rude about it. And he thinks reading is dull.”
Loki whipped around to look at you. “What? A person who does not read considers it dull because they find themselves so.”
“I know that, and you know that. But I’m in trouble now for losing him, and probably again for not sticking around to see him off.”
“He wasn’t worth it.”
After a moment of reflection, you spoke up.
“Did you mean what you said last night? Or was it just the moon?”
“I swore, Y/N. I will never break that vow, no matter how many stars fly through the sky.”
Your heartbeat slowed. Calmed.
Loki handed you a book from his stack. You two sat reading in silence except for sound of the palace bustle below.
Our Deepest Desires 