Tony/Bruce/Loki/Strange × Reader One shots

Trouble Maker (Loki)

    Sequel to Loki x Reader (Pocky) requested by @Morgan-Y-Merry
    Hope ya like it :D
Warnings: language & make out session. (Almost kadoodling, but not kadoodling)
 

     You scamper around your bedroom looking for your 'Torture Book,' aka the journal you kept your deepest darkest secrets in. The kiss had been a day ago, but you can't get it out of your head. I mean it is Loki we are talking about here. Why would he do that? Did he do it? Was it just a dream? 
      You groan and flop down on your bed, unable to find it. That damn thing has a brain of its own. The only other thing that helps calm you down as much as writing would be showering. 'Such a heavenly experience,' you think. You immeaditly run around the room looking for clothes and a towel. Running into the bathroom, your already pulling your pants off. Hot water here you come! You flick the lava, hot water handle on and wait for it to warm. You turn on your YouTube playlist and start jamming out as 'Troublemaker' by Olly Murs comes on.
  
     'Trouble-Trouble maker, yeah that's your middle name. Ooh, I know you're not good, but you're stuck in my brain."

  You stand there for a second realizing how similar your situation is and you frown. 'God damnit,' is all your can think.  All you can do is embrace it, right?
     "And I wanna know, why does it feel so good, but hurt so bad? My mind keeps saying run as fast as you can!" You sing and jump into the shower; letting it's warm water rain down upon your skin.
    You swish your hips as the next few verses go by and you grab the shampoo bottle using as a mic. "Its like you're always there, in the corner of my mind. I see your silloute every time I close my eyes. There must be poison in those finger tips of yours, because I keep coming back again for more!" You do a spin and lather your hair in shampoo; using your nails to scrub it in. You hum the rest while you do small dances; scrubbing your body with that lemony, lavender scenty goodness.
    After you thoroughly rise and dry, you realize the song was on repeat. Its almost as if the devine beings are playing jokes on you. You pull on that one pair of legging that make your booty pop, you know which ones i'm talking bout, a spaghetti strap, white tank top, and a buffalo plaid flannel. Nothing fancy, but something comfortable. 
     You skip out of your room, still humming that song, for some snacks. "Going somewhere?" That voice. Oh no he's hawt! Your body freezes in your tracks and you turn to face him. His green eyes and mischievous smirk, causing your face to heat up like a volcano. Now, lets be real. He can't force your face to heat up- well maybe he can, but thats not the point! "You know, love. Those bottoms are rather on the 'rip me off' side, are they not?" He asks stepping closer to you. Your mouth goes to open to say something, but your rendered helpless as his words soak in.
   "I-I was just going for a snack." You shudder as his hands trail around your waist. If possible, his smirk deepens and he closes his eyes; letting your noses brush against each others.
    "Your snack is right here, darling." He mumbles, seductively. Your eyes focus on those lips. Those same lips that completely dominated you the day before. He leans in causing your eyes to flutter shut. You lean in for his kiss, but it doesn't come. Confused, you open your eyes to see him smirking and scanning your features. This bastard, has you completely fucked up. Going to pull away from his teasing ass, he cups your cheek and pulls you into lustful kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck tightly and kiss him back, just as hungry.
    For a moment, the earth beneath you felt non-existent and whenever it came back, your knees weakened. His kissing you, didn't help either. His arms wrapped tightly around you, holds you up and he basically picks you up. Your legs wrap around his waist and his hands hold your butt. You hum against his lips and he smirks. Breaking the kiss, he asks, "enjoying yourself, darling?" His eyes met your lustful gaze and you bite your lip, nagging him on. He attacks your neck and you moan softly as he leaves hickeys; claiming whats his.
    Your eyes land on the plush green sheets and you wonder when you got here. Did he teleport you both to his room? Book shelves line the walls, obviously full of books. Some books your recognized others your didn't. "Focus." He whispers against you, making your skin crawl.
    "Yes, Loki." You say back and he sits on his bed. You prop your knees up on the outside of his lap and you run your fingers across his cheeks and jawline; cupping his face and capturing his attention. His hands wrap tightly around your waist, once more. You capture his lips and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours. His hands trail up your waist and to the front of your shirt, cupping your breast. You moan softly against his lips.
    His hard on rubs against you and you smirk into the kiss. He groans and spins you both around to were he is on top of you. He licks your bottom lip and you oblige. His tounge explores yours and you allow him.
     The cracking open of the door catches your attention and your eyes snap over to him. Thor was standing in the doorway, mouth agap in pure shock. You pull away and Loki growls at you. "Thor." You say and he shoots you a deep glare.
    "Do not ever call me, Thor." He growls.
   "No Loki, Thor!" You exclaim pointing towards the door. Loki's eyes follow yours and his face turns pale white.
    "Ah, heh, Thor!" Loki says and straightens out quickly. He stands from the bed and Thor is just staring at the two of you. Your face beats a shade or two darker as he just points to the two of and you and walks out, with a puzzled expression. "Ah, okay." Loki says as Thor disappears into the hallway.
   You stand up and brush your clothes off. Loki's eyes shoot back to you and he looks disappointed. "You're going?" He asks and walks over grabbing your hand. You nod slowly and squeeze his hand.
    "Yeah, I'm really hungry." You say with a laugh as he sighs and leans his forehead against yours.
   "Was I not fulfilling your appatight?" He questions gazing into your eyes. You close your eyes and breath in deeply.
    "No, you were perfect. My stomach just has the grumblies." You say with a wide grin. He chuckles and kisses your lips once more.
    "Okay, love."