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Unexpectedly Ours: Part 2: What It Does To Us

Pairing: Doctor!Strange, Defender!Strange, Supreme!Strange x Pregnant!Reader

Synopsis: As the first weeks go by, the reader tries to understand how she feels about being pregnant while the Stephens begin to be affected by it in a very intense way.

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: Pregnancy related themes, polyamorous relationship dynamics, SMUT: Oral sex with male receiving, finger fucking, unprotected p n v sex, squirting, creampie, pregnancy kink.

A/N: It took me 11 months to finish this chapter and I am so proud of what I did here. Has been a while since I posted a smut fic and this one is pretty filth and I won't apologize for that. Hope you guys enjoy it and have a nice reading ;)

CHAPTER ONE SERIES MASTERLIST

Being pregnant was much more exciting in the movies than in real life. The first twelve weeks were being extremely challenging for you because everything was new. The nausea continued for the first two months and began to lessen as you entered the end of the first trimester, but with the end of the morning vomiting came other sensations that you were still learning to live with.

But the pregnancy also brought something extremely positive from the point of view of your peace of mind: the Stephens had stopped fighting - at least in front of you - and the Sanctum was immersed in a collective understanding that nothing in the world could upset you, and of course, you were very grateful for that.

You were getting a lot more attention too, which, in some ways, still seemed like it wasn't enough because the pregnancy made you even more clingy to your men than you already were and even though they hadn't been going on missions together since finding out about the pregnancy to not leave you alone, they still needed to go to work and you needed to work too and you missed them a lot when you were apart, much more than you considered normal. It was almost a physical pain.

You couldn't tell which of the Stephens was happier about the pregnancy. Defender, of course, was happy from the first moment, but after the initial shock wore off, Supreme embarked on that pregnancy with you with an infectious happiness and Stephen simply couldn't contain his happiness, he was with you all the time, telling you how happy he was and how he couldn't wait to finally meet his baby. His baby. You loved how the question of paternity proved to be something natural for them. They were the same man, had the same DNA and were the fathers of your baby. Never, ever, did they question whether it was possible to know which of them had fathered the child. And you loved them even more for it. Basically, you felt like the most loved person in the world and what woman wouldn’t like to feel that way?

The pregnancy was also making noticeable changes in you, both emotionally and physically. As if it were possible, you felt like you loved them even more. You could barely keep that feeling in your chest and you were so needy all the time and the Stephens were loving it. They took turns so that you always had one of them around and they made sure to keep you close to them at all times, whether it was cuddling on the couch, in bed, or accompanying them to their readings at the library. You just needed to be physically together.

Your libido also changed with the arrival of pregnancy hormones, it increased a lot and although you were already expecting some kind of change in this sense, you didn't imagine it would be something so strong, after all you already had a very high sex drive, but what you were experiencing was unprecedented. You were literally having sex all the time.

Every morning you woke up aroused and that particular morning was no different. You had barely opened your eyes, and your hands were already groping the mattress looking for Stephen, your body already begging for him. Opening your eyes you were graced by the sight of him sleeping beautifully beside you in his pajama pants and t-shirt, his face turned towards you, his expressions calm and comforting.

It was Monday morning and you needed to start the day, but you couldn't think of doing that without first getting what your body was asking for.

With the increase in libido, your lubrication increased alarmingly and as you watched Stephen sleeping, you could feel the wetness in your panties and before you knew you were squeezing your thighs together and biting your lip. Knowing full well that waking Supreme up in the morning wasn't exactly an easy task, but fully aware that you couldn't help it when you wanted him so much, you crawled closer to him and touched his face and kissed his lips lightly and called his name a few times. However, there was no sign of a response. You tried a few more times and then sighed in frustration, but soon a mischievous smile played on your lips and your hand went down to his cock, soft and hidden inside his pants.

While moving your hand slowly up and down his length, the smile on your lips turned into a soft moan when you felt him harden under your touch and a heavy sigh escaped his lips. Impatiently you knelt on the bed and slipped your hand inside his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so you grabbed his cock and pulled it out and without thinking for a second, you bent down to put him in your mouth.

Stephen sighed heavily and shifted in bed, but he remained asleep as you licked his length up and down, took his balls in your mouth and sucked them eagerly while pumping him slowly. You never ceased to be amazed at what a heavy sleeper he was. You let out a chuckle and finally took him whole in your mouth being generous in the suction, using your tongue with desire.

Stephen’s hips bucked against your mouth as he let out something between a hiss and a moan and you knew he was awake because you felt his hand on your head, his fingers tangling in your hair and his legs shaking.

"H-honey... oh fuck." His voice broke with pleasure and he gave in to his beautiful little moans. With both hands he grabbed your hair and tied it into a makeshift ponytail, but he didn't push, just kept them out of your face so he could have a nice view of what you were doing to him.

"That's right, suck my cock just like that. Oh, fuck honey, I love it when you wake me up like this."

You responded with a hum and made sure to maintain eye contact as you sucked him, flicking your tongue over the head, going all the way in and taking him out of your mouth with a pop. Repeating the process over and over again.

"Mmm, you do it so good. May I ask what I did to deserve such a special treatment?"

You smiled your best smile and pulled away just enough for you to pull off your panties and move to straddle him, lifting your nightgown and rubbing the tip of his cock against your completely soaked folds.

"I just needed you. My body has been asking for you since I woke up." You confessed and he grinned widely. He was so proud for having you feeling like that and he didn’t even tried to hide. His narcissism showing.

"Hmm, those hormones are making you so needy. That’s what you’re saying?" He teased "Put me inside you, then. Let me stretch you out the way you need it, love."

You did exactly as he asked and moaned outrageously loudly as you let yourself sink down onto his cock, feeling the delicious stretch that only Stephen's big dick could provide you.

"Just like that, honey.” He hissed “Body is asking for me, huh? This little pussy is so fucking wet for me. Tell me how much you wanted my cock. Tell me you couldn't wait for me to wake up to fuck you because you were so needy. Tell me."

You moaned, resting both hands on his chest and began to move your hips up and down, gyrating them sensually at first, but doing it faster as the pleasure increased.

"I couldn't wait, Steph. My body feels weird now, wants you all the time." You confessed and he grabbed your waist, taking control and moving you on his cock just the way he wanted. Fast and hard. The sound of the love you were making filled the silence of the room and the smell of sex were all you could sense in the air.

"It's because you're pregnant with my baby, love. Body is full of these delicious hormones right now, letting you like this, begging for cock."

You moaned loudly, feeling his words making you even more horny than you already were. Somehow the pregnancy was a turn on for you as much as it was for him, and you loved it when he talked dirty to you about it, but that only made you feel more needy and somehow what he was giving you wasn’t enough anymore. You just needed so much more.

"Stephen... take me, fuck me harder." You whined and he quickly got the message placing you underneath him in one swift movement. He came on top of you, penetrating you again and grabbing the headboard to fuck you harder. His thrusts quickly became rough, his hips grinding against your core and providing delicious friction on your clit. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your nails scratched his back as you felt your body being quickly pushed to the limit.

The pregnancy also made your orgasms easier and faster, not to mention that they were more intense too and as Stephen fucked you and whispered in your ear how happy he was, how much he loved you and how good you felt, you knew you were close. Oh, so close.

"S-shit, such a warm pussy.” He groaned “This pregnant pussy is all mine, huh? Those mommy hormones are making you so fucking needy and I'm loving every second of it. Tell me how good I'm making you feel. Tell me, mommy."

You couldn't help but be surprised by the way he referred to you, but at the same time you almost came at the word. It was undeniable that you were also enjoying every second of it and you were so close, all you needed was a little push, so you decided to play along.

"So good, Steph. Please, don’t stop. I'm so close.”

“I won’t stop” He promised while keeping the pace of his thrusts, using his hand on the headboard for support.

Please, say it again." You begged.

As if possible, Stephen increased the force of his thrusts and buried his face in your neck indulging in his own pleasure and surrender to that new found fetish of yours.

"Such a dirty mommy letting me fuck this sweet pregnant pussy like this. Wanna cum inside this pussy, mommy, so fucking deep. Please, tell me you gonna take it. Tell me you want all of it. "

You moaned loudly, locking your legs behind his back and feeling the knot tightening in your stomach.

"Yes, Stephen, please, cum inside me. Make me cum."

Stephen let out an almost animalistic groan as he gave in to his own orgasm, cumming deep inside you and pulling you along with him. Your orgasm was intense and wet. Pregnancy had changed that too, most of your orgasms were squirting now because of the excess of lubrication and although you were always embarrassed by the mess, they loved it, especially Supreme. For that reason, there was a proud smile on his face as he pulled out and rolled onto his side of the bed.

"Fuck, honey! This was insane.” He praised “We should keep you pregnant from now on. Fill this house with kids and have sex like this every day."

You knew he wasn’t being serious, but his voice was serious enough to make you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, right. Because morning sickness is one thing I want to keep in my life."

He chuckled, extending his arm for you to snuggle closer to him. "Okay, this part isn't much fun, but the squirting, come on, honey, you have to admit it's amazing."

You cuddled into his chest, resting your head on his shoulder and almost purring when he started scratching your scalp delicately.

"It's wet and messy." You complained to which he giggled.

"That's precisely why we like it so much."

"Hmm." You let yourself be pulled to his lips and he kissed you softly. Without giving much thought to what you were doing, you took one of his hands and began to play with his blackened fingers. Stephen no longer twitched when you did that, and you knew that was a good sign.

"So... mommy kink? That's new. I never took you for someone who liked to play on the submissive side." You teased, lifting your head enough to see the clock on the nightstand and being thankful that you still had a few minutes before you needed to get up.

Stephen smirked "I don't think we can classify it as mommy kink if I was in control the whole time." He replied proudly hurrying to correct you. "I'm not a submissive man. I leave that to Defender, but I have to admit that the idea of you being a mother turns me on. And the word mommy... fuck, it really does things to me."

"It does things to me too apparently... the way you say it." You confessed a little embarrassed. "I think we should enjoy the ride while it lasts because trust me, this will be the only pregnancy we'll have."

Stephen chuckled "We never know, you might break a pot of sex pollen again." He teased and you giggled cupping his face in your hand.

"You can keep dreaming." You gave him another kiss on the lips, this time longer and then whispered. "I love you so much."

He smiled "I love you too, honey. More than anything."

You sighed and then pulled away gently standing up. "We need to start the day. I have so much work at the office today and you promised Wong that you would take care of the training at Kamar Taj today and he doesn't allow delays."

Stephen sighed "I don't know what got into me to accept subjecting myself to this. Those students are all idiots and besides it should be a crime to have to work on a Monday morning."

"Don't let Defender hear you talking like that about his students and please behave yourself there." You almost begged as you bent down to pick up your panties from the floor and then pointed to the bed where a dark stain indicated how wet you had let the gray sheets. "You take care of that since you like it so much."

He smiled broadly "No problem."

Stephen took a few minutes before getting into the shower with you and although your body gave signs that it was ready for a second round, you finished your shower quickly knowing that you didn't have the time to start anything else. He finished showering and stood next to you at the sink and both of you brushed your teeth in silence. You loved that. The intimacy of doing mundane and routine things together made you feel life was worth living.

He quickly combed his hair and applied some deodorant and left leaving you there finishing your makeup. When you left the bathroom heading towards the closet to get dressed he was already dressed in his boots and blue robes and Cloaky opened the door and clung to his shoulders. You smiled as you watched the scene and contemplated the beauty of Supreme dressed like that. It was a sight you never got used to. Suddenly he wasn’t just your boyfriend anymore, he was the Master of the mystic arts, a powerful and feared sorcerer.

You were struggling to button the buttons of your suit skirt when he came closer and hugged you from behind, palming your belly completely unaware of the thoughts in your mind "Tummy is starting to show." He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You felt your heart fluttering in your chest, but sighed in frustration anyway "I'm losing all of my clothes."

He smirked like it wasn’t a big deal "Then you need to buy new clothes. Why don't you invite your girl friends to come with you? Take my card."

You turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to being able to look in his eyes. "Are you seriously offering your card to go shopping with my friends? What if I get a little out of control?"

He pulled you closer and kissed you sweetly. "That's why I took the job with the Avengers, honey, to give you whatever the fuck you want." He moved his fingers, and his credit card materialized between his index and middle fingers.

You smirked, taking it. "Okay, since you insist."

“I do.” He kissed you again and then sighed, "I really need to go now or I'll have to listen to Wong complain for the rest of the day."

"Poor students, they don't know what's in store for them today." You teased.

"Are you kidding? I'm the best thing they could have. I'll try to put something inside those useless heads."

You almost rolled your eyes, but instead went back to your herculean task of finding something that fit you and that you could wear to work.

...

In the afternoon you honored Stephen's wish and arranged to meet Natasha and Yelena at the mall. It wasn't often that you had a good excuse to spend money and it wasn't easy for your Avenger friends to have time for frivolous things, but everything seemed to fit perfectly and there you were trying on your thousandth piece of clothing - a hideous maternity jumpsuit that Yelena had made you try on just so she could tease you. The extravagant color and floral print were the worst part, but everything else didn't help and made you look like a birthday cake.

"Ridiculous," you complained as Yelena took a picture and quickly typed on her phone.

"Don't send that picture to anyone, Yelena!" You almost yelled. But it was too late. She lifted her phone, shaking it in her hand while laughing, and you heard your own phone and Natasha's buzzing simultaneously, indicating a message had arrived.

"I just wanted to liven things up a little on our Avengers WhatsApp group. God knows everything's been too quiet." She said.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I miss Tony's parties. It’s been quite a while." Nat confessed.

You sighed in defeat, closing the curtain of the dressing room again and getting rid of the hideous jumpsuit. You looked at the other pieces you hadn't tried on yet. Up until then, you had opted for formal clothes: pants, skirts, blouses, shirts. Clothes you could wear to work, but now there were some special pieces you wanted to try. One in particular had given you ideas for a special night and you decided to try it on right away. It was a short black dress with white polka dots and a full skirt made of tulle. It had a wonderful V-neckline that filled out your pregnancy swollen breasts very well, the fit of the skirt hid your protruding belly well and the long sleeves gave it a certain elegance, but at the same time the polka dot print made it youthful and casual. A smile played on your lips when you imagined the Stephens seeing you in that dress.

"Is everything okay in there?" You heard Nat's voice and cleared your throat opening the curtain so the girls could take a look.

"I think I like this one." You said excitedly and both of their jaws dropped.

"You look amazing!" Nat exclaimed and Yelena nodded in agreement.

"The lactation god did a great job on your boobs, and you're still in the beginning." Yelena stated making you blush and turn to look at your cleavage in the mirror. Your breasts were really big and the neckline of the dress wasn’t modest at all.

"Do you think it's too much?" You asked gesturing to the dress.

Nat shook her head. "It's perfect. I just think it might trigger a jealousy crisis." She teased.

"Wear it for a special night. Their birthday is coming up. That's reason enough to wear the dress and celebrate with all three of them at the same time." Yelena suggested, to which Nat groaned in frustration.

"She's so greedy! Most of us are struggling to get someone worthwhile and she has three!"

You smirked, looking back at yourself in the mirror. "Technically, I have one. I was just lucky enough to have two extra versions of him fall into my universe." You turned to the side to take a look at how the dress looked from the back and concluded, "But you're right, Yelena. That dress screams special occasion. Speaking of which, I have no idea what I'm going to do for their birthday. I need suggestions."

"I'm begging for a reason to throw a party." Yelena complained, but Nat immediately corrected her, "I don't think that's what Y/n has in mind. Besides, his birthday isn't until the end of November and we need a party before that if we don't want to go crazy with boredom."

"We don't need a reason to throw a party. We just need to suggest it to Tony and he'll do the rest." You said, closing the dressing room curtain again and putting the polka dot dress in the pile of clothes you had decided to buy.

Your shopping spree also yielded two more dresses, several pairs of shoes, lingerie and pajamas and a beautiful bag that you didn't have the heart to leave behind. You ended the afternoon in a beautiful coffee shop where you allowed yourself to give in to your pregnancy desires and ate a generous slice of red velvet with a pink lemonade. Overall, it was a lovely afternoon and you were so happy that it was impossible to express it in words. You no longer had any doubts that the unexpected pregnancy was being one of the best things that had ever happened to you.

...

Defender Strange was a man on a mission. Literally. He was returning to the Kamar Taj after a week away from home on a miserable mission that had not only left him bruised and tired but had also proven to be much more difficult than he had expected, and had a less than pleasant outcome with two seriously injured masters. He left them at the Metro General Hospital in the care of Christine Palmer, who by now was more than used to dealing with this type of situation, and then opened a portal to Kamar Taj where he met with Wong and gave a quick report on the outcome of the mission.

Finally, he thought to himself, he could go home. That was, in fact, his mission for the day: To finish everything as soon as possible and go home to the arms of the woman he loved and who happened to be pregnant with his child. He smiled to himself at the mere thought.

Sometimes he had to convince himself that he wasn't dreaming when he thought about it. For someone who had lost everyone he knew and ended up alone in an unknown universe, he was doing pretty well. Much more than well, in fact. Defender Strange's life was perfect, even considering that he was sharing the love of his life with two other versions of himself.

He would be lying if he said that it bothered him after all this time. Sure, he didn't like the fighting, Supreme's constant teasing, or Stephen's passive-aggressive jealousy, but overall, he was used to that life, and he was happy with it. More than he ever imagined he could be.

When he opened the portal to the main hall of the Sanctum he was greeted by the characteristic silence that indicated that no one was home. Stephen and Supreme were probably sorting something out with the Avengers and you hadn't come home yet. He sighed, feeling relief overcoming him and the tiredness finally setting in, and then he went upstairs to his room, took a long, hot shower and put on comfortable clean clothes for the first time in a week. He ended up in the kitchen looking for something to eat, but gave up when he realized he would have to cook and decided to order food from his favorite Italian restaurant. It was Wednesday, but he didn't care, he was more than convinced that he deserved it for having dealt with hostile forces that wanted to cause harm to the world once again. The bruises and cuts all over his body, the result of the battle, proved it.

He ended up sprawled on the couch with a book and a cup of tea while waiting for the food to arrive and that was how you found him when you got home. He was distracted enough in his reading to not hear the sound of the door, but your sweet voice made his heart flutter.

"Hi there!" You greeted, leaving your purse and keys on the counter in the hallway and heading towards him. And god, you looked beautiful. A week without seeing you and somehow everything seemed different. Your belly, under a navy blue suit skirt and a white linen shirt, seemed to be bigger, your breasts seemed bigger too and there was a glow to your skin that definitely had something to do with the pregnancy. There was no way it was all in his head. You looked stunning.

"Thought you'd only be back by weekend." You said, coming closer and he sat on the couch, opening his arms to welcome you in them. "Look at those cuts! I hate to see you hurt, Stephen."

He sighed, feeling the delicate touch of your hand on his face and smiled reassuringly, "I'm fine. I also thought we'd only make it by the weekend, but we were lucky. Well, at least some of us were."

You frowned, letting yourself be pulled to sit on his lap. "What happened?"

"Two masters got seriously injured. I left them at the hospital and Christine said they both needed surgery."

"That's terrible." You replied, biting your lower lip and trying to hide it, but Stephen could clearly see your discomfort at the mention of Dr. Palmer's name.

"What is it?" He pressed and you gave in.

"You and Christine together. I know it's silly, especially given the circumstances, but I can't help but feel a bit jealous."

He knew. In a way he even found it cute. "Don't be silly.” He said pinching your cheek. You have no idea how eager I was to come home and have you like this in my arms. Christine never meant anything to me, and this one I barely know."

You nodded we a sweet pout. "I know. I hope your friends will be okay."

He smiled, caressing your back absently. "Me too. Now, tell me, how are you? I don't know, you seem different from the last time we saw each other." He instinctively moved his hand down to your belly. Deep down, Stephen knew it was too early for you to feel anything yet. You were thirteen weeks pregnant and from what he had read, the baby's first movements wouldn't start until the sixteenth week, but he was anxious. Sometimes he seemed even more anxious than you.

You cupped his hand gently on top of your belly. "I'm fine. We're fine. The nausea has pretty much stopped now, but I still feel different all the time. I know it's the hormones, but I feel so needy and on top of that I'm hungry all the time and I've been craving sweets even more than usual." You confessed, pouting adorably, which made him smile.

"I think everything is normal then, and to be honest, I don't mind if you gain a few extra pounds." He teased, knowing full well that you would feel outraged by the comment.

"But I do mind!" You immediately shot back. "My clothes don't fit anymore and I'm not coping. Well, I admit I liked the fact that Supreme let me shop with my friends his card last week."

Defender chuckled in disbelief. "He really did that? How naive of him. Tell me at least you took advantage of the opportunity."

You nodded. "Very much. I even took the opportunity to buy you guys a gift. I thought I'd use it on a special night when the four of us are together."

Stephen moaned involuntarily. It was useless to try to pretend that he didn't love your nights together. He always had the most intense orgasms watching you with the other Stephens.

He lifted your chin and kissed you gently. "And what about... are they still happening?" He asked watching your face blush in delight. You knew exactly what he was talking about, but you just nodded. He had to insist on a precise answer. He couldn't stop thinking about it during all the days he was away from home. He needed to know what chances he had of being rewarded with it that night. "Last time you said you couldn't finish without it happening. Still the same?"

"Yes. It's a nightmare. I don't know why you guys like it so much!"

He smirked kissing you again this time a bit harder and feeling his body responding to the desire and the lack he felt for you with a prominent erection that he didn't try to hide. On the contrary, he took your hand and brought it to his hip making you feel it over the pajama pants he was wearing.

"Because it's not a common thing, baby. Most women can't squirt, it's something you see in movies, but we're lucky enough to have at home every night now." He explained, squeezing your hand around his painfully hard erection and finishing, "Feel what just talking about it does to me." He said burying his face in the crook of your neck and giving you pulse point a little kiss.

You felt your skin prickling, but hold his head in your hands making him look at you and nodded to make sure you understood. You cupped his cheek and pulled him to your lips and his lips parted instinctively, letting you dominate the kiss and an almost embarrassing moan escaped his throat, making you chuckle, but you broke the kiss and, against his will, got up from his lap.

"I'm very flattered that I got you so excited without any effort, but I need a shower and food first, baby."

"That's fair enough." Stephen agreed, reluctantly letting go of your hand. "I ordered food. It should be here any minute now."

You nodded, biting your lip. "Are you coming with me?"

Oh, he wanted it. But he knew it wasn't a good idea if all you wanted was company in the shower. He needed a lot more than that. "I won't let you shower if I go up now. But trust me, baby, I'll have you all to myself tonight. I deserve this much." He said, making his intentions for the night very clear before the other Stephens arrived. Defender wasn't usually jealous, and he didn't mind sharing, in fact he quite enjoyed it, but tonight, after a week without you, he didn't feel inclined to do so. Your squirting would be all for him.

"Okay. I'll be back in a minute." You said giggling as if you could read his mind.

The food arrived ten minutes later and he set up a tray for you to eat in the living room while watching TV. There was a new serial killer show on Netflix that had just been released and he knew you would enjoy watching it with him because it was your kind of thing, so he opened a bottle of red for him and got you a can of Coke, turned the lights down low and waited impatiently for you to come downstairs to join him.

Defender valued good taste. The table set beautifully, candles and all, but sometimes it was nice to keep things more informal and you liked that. In fact, he had a feeling that it was that informality that made you like your Stephen so much. Christ, at first, he wanted to die when he heard you refer to the Stephen from your universe that way. He was more used to it now, but the jealousy was there, even if he didn't show it as much as Supreme. Actually, he was great at not showing when things were bothering him and that was more of a flaw than a talent, but luckily for him, you were great at reading him.

He was finishing organizing everything when you came down wearing a tiny baby doll made of red satin and black lace. You smiled from ear to ear when you saw that you would be having dinner in the living room - just as he had predicted.

"I forgot to mention that I bought this too." You informed him, biting your lip and turning a little so he could see the whole thing. The top was made entirely of black lace, the neckline was generous and your pregnant breasts filled it out wonderfully. The shorts made of red satin had a high waist, but were short enough that he could see half of your cheeks adorned by the black lace hem.

"So, what do you think?" You asked, approaching him and he opened his arms, wrapping you in a tight hug, but his hands were quick to go down to your ass and give it a little squeeze.

"I think you look gorgeous, but that's nothing new. You always look beautiful to me." He said, kissing you sweetly.

"Hmm, always a flatterer. I love that about you, Defender Strange." You confessed between kisses, but then insisted, "But I'm specifically referring to my little outfit. You know I bought it with you in mind, don't you?"

Oh, he knew. "Of course I do. Black and red.” He said with a proud smirk in his lips. “It's perfect. Very sexy, but delicate. Just like you. And the fact that you bought it for me using Supreme's money makes everything even better."

You chuckled, "It wasn't intentional! I just bought it. I didn't think about it that way when I did." You defended yourself, and then pointed out, "But he said I could buy whatever I wanted so... I kind of went crazy there. I bought a gorgeous Chanel purse too."

He laughed softly, and then lifted your chin to kiss you again, this time with more intensity, more tongue. Fuck, he missed you so much. Having you in his arms like that after the week he had was like heaven, but as a reminder that your food was waiting and getting cold, your stomach growled surprisingly loud which made both of you giggle.

"Food first." He gave in.

"I guess so. After all, now I'm eating for two." You said and he instinctively put his hand to your belly. It was still tiny, but a week had made a difference. It felt like a little ball right below your belly button that he could cup with his hand. It was firm and soft at the same time and feeling it made him feel in an inexplicable way. It was as if when he put his hand on your belly the pregnancy stopped being something abstract and became concrete. Real.

"I love it. I love our baby." He said resting his forehead on yours and watching you close your eyes and practically purr for him.

"I love it too. I feel so blessed to have it. This little part of you inside of me. Sometimes I think my heart is going to burst with joy."

He kissed your forehead lingeringly. "That's exactly how I'm feeling right now." He confessed, but then pulled away gently and sat on the couch. "Come on, let's eat."

You ate slowly while watching and commenting on the events on screen. You were particularly disappointed with the story, although you insisted that you were enjoying it.

"I thought they were serial killers like Jeffrey Dahmer, but they're the victims." You blurted out and then downed the rest of your Coke. "I mean, I'm enjoying the story, but I'd rather see serial killers killing people."

Stephen couldn't help but laugh. "Do you have any idea how creepy that sentence is?"

You smiled, placing your plate and glass on the coffee table. "Don't worry, baby, I would never kill you."

That made him laugh. He finished his glass and refilled it for the third time. "I appreciate that." He said, taking another long sip of his red. Defender didn't usually drink, but on some nights he would allow himself a few glasses to relax and that was exactly what he need most that night.

"They're kinda cute, though. Are we supposed to really hate them?" You asked, moving closer and snuggling close to him. He wrapped his arms around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder, giving you a little kiss on the top of your head. You were cute. Everything about you was so ridiculously adorable that Stephen found himself wondering how it was possible for someone to be so perfect. And he knew you weren't perfect because no one is, but even your flaws were adorable, even when you pissed him off you managed to make him love you more and more.

You interrupted his train of thought when you turned your head to look at him and caught him admiring you.

"I thought you’d fell asleep. You got quiet." You said and he smiled.

"I was thinking about how much I love you, and how I adore everything you do, everything you say." He admitted watching you blush subtly "And I think we can continue watching tomorrow because now I'm going to take you to my room and I'm going to make love to you over and over until you squirt all over me."

You giggled watching him steal the remote and turn off the TV.

"Sounds really good to me." You said.

Stephen practically dragged you to his room. He was counting the minutes until he could finally touch you the way he wanted and even though he was extremely anxious, he started by closing the door, gently holding your hand and directing you to his bed. There, he touched your face and kissed you. Your lips parted slowly allowing him to deepen the kiss and a sweet hum escaped your throat as he felt his chest warm with the sound.

You had been together for a long time, long enough for him to have gotten used to the feeling of having you in his arms, but still every time it made him feel like it was the first time.

His hands went down from your face to the sides of your body and he found himself groping at you, squeezing every inch of your waist, your hips, your buttocks, literally feeling you with his hands and instinctively grinding his hips against you like a fucking teenager. But that was how you made him feel sometimes, like he was totally inexperienced. Stephen had never loved before. Not the way he loved you.

But he was lucky enough to be sure that you were as crazy about him as he was about you. You had to be, there was no other explanation for you wanting three versions of him and besides, he could see it in every gesture, every word and more than that, in the physical reactions of your body when you were together. Like now, the way your breathing was faster with every hungry kiss you exchanged, the way your hands imitated his and searched his body and pulled him closer until you were glued to each other and the sweet and beautiful moans that escaped your throat as he delighted himself in you.

Impatiently, Stephen allowed himself to undress you. He started with the top of your little baby doll. His trembling fingers pulled the hem of your top up as you raised both arms allowing him to take it off. Immediately, he cupped one of your breasts and without holding back he lowered himself to take a nipple in his mouth. You moaned loudly and your hand grabbed his hair. He could stay like that for hours, fondling your breast and sucking on your nipple, but after a minute he resisted the temptation and returned to his task.

"It's always a very difficult task to deviate the attention from them." He confessed vocalizing his thoughts, which made you giggle and instinctively grab your breasts and start playing with them.

"They're more sensitive now." You said biting your lower lip "And bigger. I like them like that."

He smirked, holding your chin with his index finger and thumb. "And you think I didn't notice that? Baby, that was the first thing I noticed when I laid eyes on you."

That made you giggle even harder, and the sound filled his ears like music. He continued with his mission, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down in one go, helping you get rid of them and finally be naked for him. His lips searched for yours, but they didn't stop there. He continued giving little kisses on the side of your neck and on your shoulders and continued down until he reached your belly. He basked himself there, giving little kisses and cupping the little appendage with his hand, caressing it and trying to get used to everything it made him feel.

Stephen always thought that fatherhood would be something almost sacred, and indeed it was, but somehow he felt so dirty feeling his cock throb while he had his hand on your belly. Was that something normal? Did all fathers feel that way about their pregnant women?

"Shit." He cursed, reaching for his cock and squeezing it lightly to get some relief. "Baby, you have no idea how hard I am right now. It's almost painful."

You smiled proudly at him, tangling your fingers in his hair. "You're the one who's prolonging this."

"Because I want to worship you. You're like a goddess to me. I need to worship you first."

That made you blush and in a way it was cute to think that you were still shy around him. "And I'm still learning how the pregnancy makes me feel. Is it weird to get horny because of it?" He genuinely asked.

You shook your head. "Not really. I found out it's quite common."

"The others..." He began, but you answered him immediately.

"Yes. They feel that way too." You replied smiling. "And so do I. I had a discovering recently with Supreme..." You stopped wondering if you should continue or not and he noticed.

"Tell me about it." He encouraged. Deep down he liked to hear you talk about your moments with the other Stephens. He even stopped finding it weird with time.

He watched you blush before answering.

"It was silly, but he called me mommy and it kind of made me... well, it made me feel something."

Defender smiled holding your chin "A beautiful mommy indeed." He teased and kissed you softly. You hummed in his lips, but placed both hands on his chest gently pushing him away and taking control for yourself.

"Let me take these clothes off." You said firmly grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling it off, leaving him only in his pants. You bit your bottom lip, and he watched with some pride the way your eyes feasted on him. Unable to contain yourself, you brought your hand to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his warm skin. Your fingertips played with his nipples, making them hard and sensitive, and he couldn't help but tilt his head back and let out a soft moan when you took one of them into your mouth, sucking slowly and running the tip of your tongue over it.

Defender bit his lip hard to contain another moan when you moved to the other nipple, adding your teeth to the sum and you tsked, raising your eyes to look at him. "Let me hear you. I like to hear the sweet sounds you make, baby."

He nodded, tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling you back to his lips and begging. "Take me in your mouth, baby. I can't wait any longer."

You smiled mischievously at him, "Feeling impatient, are we?"

He nodded, "Please."

"Get comfy then." You asked and he sat up with his back supported by the pile of pillows. He watched as you opened and closed the nightstand drawer and tied your hair in a ponytail. When you turned your attention back to him, his cock was already throbbing under his pants and impatiently he snapped his fingers, getting rid of what was left of his clothes. You smirked but said nothing, just positioned yourself between his legs and took him in your hands. Stephen loved your touch. He loved that your hands were small and delicate and yet had such a firm and strong grip. He watched in wonder as you let a string of saliva fall from your lips to his tip and then slowly pumped him, making him wet. His eyes closed and he hit his head against the headboard. "Oh, that's right. So good."

You spat on his cock again and then took him into your mouth gently, swirling your tongue around his head slowly as your hands slid up and down. You knew exactly what worked for him. You knew he liked it slow, gentle and with the smallest of touches you could turn him into a moaning mess. You knew him so well.

"Fuck baby, little mouth feels so good." He praised and you hummed happily. One of the first things Stephen discovered about you was that you liked to be praised, and he never failed to use that to his advantage. "Such a good mommy taking my cook so perfectly." He said testing the word with you and you literally moaned into his cock.

You took him out of your mouth to breathe for a second and then went back to work determined to undo him completely. You took him all in your mouth this time going all the way down, taking him as much as you could without gagging and increasing the speed. The wet sound of his cock in your mouth was delicious and the sight of you on all fours sucking him was enough to make any man blow too quickly, but he was holding back as hard as he could.

"Baby, it feels so good, but I have to ask you to stop, don't wanna cum yet." He warned you.

But you took his words as a challenge apparently and even taking it out of your mouth you continued stroking slowly and took one of his balls in your mouth instead, sucking it delicately and making him see stars. He moaned loudly grabbing your hair harder than he should have, but you hummed in satisfaction and he knew very well that you were the one in control and he loved it.

"You want me to cum, don't you, baby? That's how you like it."

You hummed positively and he let go of the control indulging in his pleasure and taking his cock in his hand giving it a few strokes while you took turns sucking his balls. Unable to control himself, he held his cock by the base and lightly slapped it on your face. "Take it back in your mouth, love. Suck hard and make me cum. I know that's what you want. Wanna feel my warm cum in your mouth, right? Tell me you're going to swallow all of it."

You smiled satisfied with his dirty talk. Defender wasn't really into that, but that night you had made him extremely horny, and he just couldn't contain himself. Luckily you liked that, and he could see it in the way you rubbed your thighs together. He couldn't touch you, but he knew you were soaking wet, and he couldn't wait to be between your legs.

"Oh yeah" He moaned just from the thought and the delicious suction of your lips wrapped around his length. You twisted your hand at the base where you couldn't take him and started working with your tongue the way only you knew how to do and that made him buck his hips against your mouth to go even deeper. "Fuck yeah, baby. Don't stop. Just keep going. Keep sucking my dick just like that. Feels so good. So fucking good."

You moaned into his cock again and continued what you were doing masterfully and when he realized it he was moving your head on his dick completely lost in his own pleasure while feeling his balls getting tight. "Gonna cum, baby. Wanna take it in your mouth?" He asked, but before you could even answer he was spilling himself in your mouth. He couldn't help it.

"Oh shit! Take it baby, take all of it. F-fuck yeah."

And that's exactly what you did. Taking him proudly in your mouth without wasting any of it. You sucked him until he finished giving you the last drop and then took him out of your mouth with a proud little smile.

"Delicious" You praised crawling to his arms and kissing him gently, but he was far from satisfied and in one quick move he laid you down on the bed and came on top of you spreading your legs with his hips and kissing you hard.

"You're amazing, do you know that?" He said making you giggle.

"Well, if you say so..." But he interrupted you with another kiss, bringing two fingers into your folds.

"Shit, look at this! Aren't you ashamed of being all wet like this just from having my cock in your mouth?"

You bit your lip and shook your head.

"No? I know. You're dirty, aren't you, baby?"

"Just for you." You replied and he muffled a giggle of his own on your neck making your skin prickle with the sound and the rubbing of his beard in your sensitive skin. He penetrated you with his fingers gently making you moan and nibbled on your earlobe.

"For me and Stephen and Supreme." He teased while moving his fingers in and out of you.

"Yes" You confirmed nodding your head watching him kneel between your legs and smear the tip of his already completely hard cock with your slick and direct it at your entrance.

"Then tell me how much you want me, baby. Ask me to fuck you the way you ask them to."

You moaned lifting your hips desperately searching for him. "Please, Steph, fuck me. Want you so badly. Need your cock inside me. My body is filled with this need for you. Please."

Stephen moaned loudly entering you with a single hard and deep thrust and you wrapped your legs around his hips, your nails immediately biting into the skin of his back. It didn't matter that you had three Stephens, it was as if your body never got used to the intensity of pleasure they gave you and Defender loved that. He love how desperate you always were for him.

Desperately, he sought your lips and kissed you with the same voracity with which he thrusted against you. He was yours and he loved letting you take control, but that night there was something in him that sought dominance, he needed to take you, mark you, exert his power over you in a way that would satisfy that urge for possession and that's what he did. Thrust after thrust, barely letting you breathe between the heated and hungry kisses while his hands sought your body, be it your breasts, your thighs, it didn't matter, he just needed to grope and squeeze every inch of your body.

You didn't seem to mind his sudden change in behavior, in fact he knew that you liked it, that you felt as much pleasure in being dominated as you felt in dominating. For that reason it didn't take long for him to feel your walls fluttering around him. You were close.

"Oh baby, I love it when you squeeze me like that, but it makes it hard for me to hold back. I don't want to cum yet."

You moaned, searching for his lips and kissing him softly, giving a light bite to his lower lip. "I can't help it. Cock feels so good."

He smiled, but against his will he pulled out slowly to which you protested with a whimper.

"Turn around. Get on your hands and knees for me." He asked and that was exactly what you did, hoping he would penetrate you again, but Stephen had other plans. He was dangerously close to the limit and wanted to make it last so instead of giving you his cock, he used three fingers, slowly penetrating you with them and increasing the pace as your hips moved against his hand and your moans got louder.

"Oh shit, Stephen, feels so good. Oh god, don't stop!" You begged and he smirked in satisfaction despite the familiar discomfort in the nerves of his hand. He was determined to ignore the pain caused by the incurable injury to his hands if the reward was to see you completely lose yourself in your pleasure like that while you moved against his fingers and moaned pornographically.

Defender had never liked porn exactly for the exaggerated moans, but when you moaned for him like that it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in the world because he knew you weren’t pretending.

"Fuck baby... gonna make me cum. I can't..." You whined but he continued his assault on your hole, finger fucking you with deliberate desperation and gave your ass a light squeeze.

"Don't hold back, baby. You know what I want. Give it to me." He teased and your legs trembled as your walls contracted around his fingers again. You liked it when he talked to you like that and so he kept coaxing you to reach your climax.

"Come on baby, let go for me. You're going to wet the bed for me, aren't you? You know I want it, I've been thinking about it all this time. Be a good mommy and squirt for me."

And so you did it. You moaned even louder this time and your legs shook with the intensity of your orgasm as hot liquid squirted from your pussy wetting the bed and coating his hand beautifully.

"There you go. So beautiful, baby." He praised removing his fingers from inside you and taking them to his mouth, sucking on them until he tasted all of that wonderful nectar. "And you still ask why we like it so much."

You just moaned softly, letting your legs give way and lying face down on the mattress. But he still wasn't satisfied with you and without warning he entered you again going deep and staying there, feeling you contract around him, squeezing him and enveloping him in your wonderful warmth.

"I never get tired of being inside you, baby. You're so warm and so wet. Feels so good, oh shit." He moaned while fucking you with slow and sensual thrusts now.

You moaned against the mattress, "Steph... please. It's too much."

"No baby don't say you're tired already. I still need you." He begged grabbing the headboard with one hand and continued thrusting slowly but maintaining the same intensity, seeking his release with an almost primitive determination. He could feel his balls tightening, the familiar heat rising up his hips and accumulating in the pit of his stomach. He was close. All he needed was a little push.

"Talk to me. Make me cum." He found himself begging as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the delicious scent of your hair as he fought for air, breathing heavily.

You moaned softly, face pressed against the mattress. "F-fuck baby, you fuck me so good. Tell me you're gonna cum inside me. Gonna make me yours."

Defender closed his eyes and focused on your voice as his thrusts became more erratic. He was so close now.

"I know you missed me, baby. All these days working and knowing the other Stephens were fucking me at home, but now you're here. Mark me as yours, fill me with your cum and leave me dripping, smelling like you so they know."

Defender came. An almost guttural groan escaped his lips as he forced himself against you and filled you with his seed. He had so much to give you that he was sure if you weren't already pregnant, he would have knocked you up. And the idea was delicious.

"S-shit... take it baby. Oh, so fucking good. My baby feels so fucking good." He rasped.

You were surprised by Defender's dominant behavior, but you couldn't deny that you had loved every second of it. Apparently, the pregnancy was doing things with all of you. It took him a minute to pull out and roll over on the bed and when he did you immediately snuggled into his arms. His cheeks were slightly pink probably from realizing everything he had said and done that night.

"Are you okay?" He asked stroking your arm slowly up and down. "I was a little rough, wasn't I?"

You nodded "I'm fine. I like it."

The corner of his lips curved into a smile. "You did this to me. The pregnancy made me..."

"I know." You said cupping his cheek. Your faces so close that you could feel his warm breath on your cheeks. "That's what it does to us. It must be the hormones, I don't know, but I'm enjoying it as much as you guys are."

He cocked his head up to kiss you and you felt yourself melting in his arms. His gentle and caring way showing again.

"Let's just enjoy the ride. We still have six months of this." You said finally.

He hummed contentedly, "Let's hope they pass really slowly. I'm definitely not in a rush."

“Neither do I.”

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The Healing Touch

Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The Reader has a terrible headache and Stephen goes full doctor mode to take care of her

Word Count: 4,1k

A/N: This fic is total self indulgent. The entire medical part is based on my experience with the worst headache I've ever had in my life. I had to take something positive from the whole situation. Hope you guys like it and have a nice reading ;)

You had never had such a bad headache in your entire life. It was strong enough to bring tears to your eyes and prevent you from working. It had all started with an allergy attack due to the renovation work in the office building where you worked. Even taking the anti-allergy medication you were used to taking, things only got worse and soon your airways were completely blocked and you had an incessant cough that made you want to vomit your guts out.

But things got worse when you woke up on Friday with a headache that simply wouldn't go away no matter how many painkillers you took. The persistent pain got worse over the days, reaching its peak on Monday morning. When you woke up, you simply couldn't open your eyes, and when you tried to get up, your head hurt with a piercing throb that made you sit down again and fall into silent tears.

It was a nightmare. Stephen was on mission and you hadn't been able to talk to him in the last few days. You were practically married to a doctor, but you couldn't count on him to help you when you needed it most and that only made you cry even more, giving in to despair.

After a few minutes you forced yourself to get up and staggered to the bathroom where you forced yourself into the shower, hoping that the cold water would somehow help you, but there was no improvement. As you were changing your clothes, feeling dizzy from the strength of the pain and the throbbing in your forehead, you decided that you would take a taxi and go straight to the hospital. By that point, your anxious mind was already telling you that you had a brain tumor.

You were slowly walking down the stairs, each step you took making your head ache even more, when you heard the familiar hiss of a portal opening in the entrance hall. You didn't feel excited, already imagining it was Wong and the light coming from the windows and the door barely allowed you to open your eyes to see anything, but then you heard a baritone voice informing you that it was Stephen who had arrived.

"Sweetheart? What's wrong?" His voice was a big relief, although it sounded extremely worried and as if by magic - which it was - he was by your side, helping you to put your arm around his neck and picking you up. He quickly went downstairs and took you to the nearest sofa in the main hall and knelt in front of you. Cloaky let go of his shoulders and flew nervously across the room, stopping behind the sofa and watching you.

Stephen's presence, although a relief, made you succumb to tears again.

"Hey, Y/n, look at me, tell me what's going on, you look pale. What are you feeling?" He asked, going into full doctor mode and forcing your eyes open so he could examine them.

"My head is exploding." You finally managed to speak. "It's been hurting since Friday, but today it's unbearable, Stephen. I can't handle the pain."

Stephen conjured a small flashlight to examine your pupils and then hummed to himself looking relieved. "The pupils are normal. That's good. Can you follow my finger, please?" He asked, raising his index finger to the level of your eyes and directing it to the left and then to the right slowly. You followed the movement with your eyes to which he praised.

"Very good. Now tell me how many fingers you see." He asked, showing you three fingers.

"Three."

"Very good. And now?" He showed you one finger.

"One."

"Good. One more time. How many fingers?" He asked, closing his fist.

"None."

He nodded, sighing in relief. But the small wrinkle that always appeared between his eyebrows was still there.

"How is your vision? Can you see perfectly or is it blurry? Any black spots or spots of light?"

You shook your head. "I can see, but I can't keep my eyes open because the light makes it hurt even more." You whimpered. "The pain is too bad, Stephen. I don't know what to do."

Stephen shushed you, putting the small flashlight aside and bringing his two thumbs to your forehead, positioning them just above your eyebrows and pressing them there in circular motions.

"Fuck." You hissed.

"I hit the spot, didn't I? Here is where it hurts the most?"

You nodded. "And inside of my eyes and on my cheeks. It feels like my whole face hurts. Even my teeth."

He hummed positively but remained silent, moving his fingers from your forehead to your cheekbones and down to the joint of your jaw, putting some pressure there.

"It hurts so much, Stephen. What if I have a brain tumor? Or... or an aneurysm? What if I have an aneurysm?" Your voice was getting shakier and shakier, and heavy tears fell from your eyes. "I don't want to die, Stephen. I don't want to." You said, clinging to him and hiding your face in his neck as you gave in to crying again.

Stephen wrapped you in his arms, one of his hands stroking your hair as he shushed you. "You're not going to die, sweetheart, and you don't have an aneurysm or a brain tumor." He said, trying to reassure you.

"But it hurts too much." You whimpered.

"I know. I'll make it stop. I promise. I'm here now. But you need to let me go so I can go to the drug store to get your medication."

But the idea seemed absurd to you and instead of letting him go, you tightened your arms around him even more, which made him grunt softly and pull your hands away gently.

"What you have is called sinusitis. It's a serious inflammation of the airways that causes secretions to build up in this region here." He explained, pulling you away enough so he could illustrate what he was saying. He ran his index finger along your cheekbones and above your nose. "Because of the inflammation, you feel pain here." He continued moving his finger down to your jaw. "That's why your teeth hurt too." You nodded.

"But why does my head have to hurt so much? I don't understand." You asked, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand.

"Because the inflammation causes the facial muscles to tense up, which causes all the pain." He explained, standing up, but you held his hand tightly.

"Don't leave me alone. Please."

Stephen sighed. "I really need to go, love. The sooner you get your medication, the faster you'll get rid of the pain. Isn't that what you want?" He asked and you nodded, but kept holding his hand anyway.

"I had an idea. What if Clocky stays with you while I go, huh? Do you think that's a good idea?"

Before you could even answer, you felt the sentient relic moving excitedly behind you.

"It really loves you, you know?" Stephen insisted and you finally let go of his hand and watched him gesticulate with his head for the relic to come closer. Cloaky quickly flew over the couch and wrapped you in a comfortable hug. One of the things you loved about it - besides the fact that it was a magical piece of clothing that had thoughts and feelings just like Aladdin's carpet and you thought that was amazing - was that it smells like Stephen.

The warmth and soft touch comforted you somehow and you leaned against the back of the couch and curled your legs up trying to get as comfortable as possible.

"That's great, sweetie. I'll be back in a minute. I promise." He said and with a quick gesture of his fingers his robes were exchanged for jeans and a shirt and he walked quickly towards the door.

...

Stephen hated waiting in line. He had always been impatient, but ever since he learned the mystic arts he simply couldn't accept that there were things he couldn't solve with magic. Sure, he could open a portal and get the medication he needed, but that would be stealing and he considered himself an honest enough guy to do that. So there he was waiting in line at the checkout with a basket in his hand, waiting for the woman to pass the purchases of the person in front of him with an almost deliberate slowness while everyone in the drug store continued to stare at him in the strange way that everyone else stared at him when they recognized him.

When it was finally his turn, the woman named Katia looked at him with a sour face and said in a tedious manner, "Prescription, please."

Stephen sighed, "I don't have a prescription. I'm a doctor. The medication is for me." He lied shamelessly.

The woman cast a suspicious look at the basket and then at him. "I'll need to see your license."

Stephen sighed, letting his irritation show. "Come on, you know who I am. Everyone knows I'm a doctor."

"I'll need your license, sir."

Stephen sighed, taking out his wallet and opening it with difficulty because his hands were shaking more then usual. He took the document and showed it to her, then put it back.

"That's 145 dollars." She said, finally putting the boxes inside a plastic bag and handing it to him.

"Keep the change for the wonderful service." He said ironically, handing her the money and finally leaving the drug store and returning to the usual movement of Manhattan.

When Stephen finally returned home, it seemed like it had taken hours, but it had only been 25 minutes. He found you still in the same position, cuddled with Cloaky and with your eyes closed. He quickly moved his fingers, closing all the curtains in the room and approaching.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I tried to go as fast as I could..." He said and Cloaky gently pulled away from your hold and flew up the stairs.

He sat down next to you and conjured a glass of water and handed it in your hands while he opened the medication boxes and took out the pills and put in your hand.

"This is an anti-inflammatory, this one is an antibiotic and together they will cure the inflammation and relieve the tension."

You nodded, putting the two pills in your mouth and swallowing them with a sip of water. He couldn't help but smile at the fact that you didn't question him, just trusted him completely. He knew that a big part of that trust was because you loved him, but an important part was because you trusted him as a doctor and Stephen missed that. He missed being a doctor, having people's trust in that way and feeling good about being able to save a life or help someone in that way.

"This one is for the pain. It's a strong painkiller and should take effect within a few minutes. It will make you drowsy, though."

You took the pill and threw it in your mouth, swallowing it quickly while you poured the glass of water. Stephen smiled tenderly, taking the glass and placing it on the coffee table. Then he took a small bottle from the bag and opened it, showing you how to use it. "This one you spray twice in each nostril, and it will help decongest your nose and make you breathe better."

But instead of taking the bottle from his hand, you just got closer to him and put your head forward, waiting for him to apply the medicine to you. Stephen let out a small chuckle, feeling his chest get warm. You were so cute. Even in that situation that wasn't the least bit funny, you managed to be extremely adorable.

"There you go." He said, finishing the application of the medicine and putting them all back in the bag and placing the bag on the table. "Now come here." He asked, stretching out his arms so you could snuggle into his chest. “I think you need cuddles.”

He hugged you, gently resting his chin on the top of your head. "I'm sorry I wasn’t here for you, sweetheart. I hate these missions sometimes, especially when we can't communicate." He confessed. Deep down he was feeling extremely guilty about the situation, even though he knew it wasn't his fault. If he had been there, he would have diagnosed the problem sooner and spared you so much pain. After all, what was the point of dating a doctor if you couldn't count on him when you needed him most?

"You're here now. That's all that matters." You answered, lifting your head to look at him and it broke his heart to see your eyes red with tears like that. He cupped your cheek gently. "Can I kiss you? I heard that getting a kiss from me is the best medicine for sinusitis." He joked, managing to get a small smile from your lips.

"Kiss me all you want then." You said with a tired smile and he giggled, kissing you softly on the lips and then giving small kisses on your cheeks, on the tip of your nose, finishing on your forehead.

You hummed softly. "I love you, Steph." You said, laying your head back on his chest.

"And I love you, sweetheart. More than you can imagine." He confessed and you hummed again, but remained silent and he respected your silence. He knew that the pain you were feeling wasn’t small. Sinus headaches could be extremely painful, and you had endured it for as long as you could without asking for help. He only wished you had gone to the hospital sooner. He hated seeing you in pain.

...

You didn't realize you had fallen asleep until you woke up to the sound of soft voices talking. Stephen hadn't moved a muscle apparently, possibly to avoid waking you up, but now he was talking to someone.

"I'm glad she's okay now. Give her my best wishes when she wakes up." You heard Wong's voice and kept your eyes closed. The excruciating pain had passed, but your head was still sore and there was still a slight throb above your eyebrows.

"Are you going back to Kamar Taj yet?" You heard Stephen ask.

"Yes. Lots to do as usual. I'll let you rest for the night, Stephen. We'll talk tomorrow morning. Send me an update on Y/n when she wakes up." And as soon as he finished speaking, you heard the squeak of the portal opening and closing and then silence followed only by the sporadic sound of cars passing by on the street.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were surprised to find the Sanctum plunged into darkness. A single lamp was on, emanating a dim light from the kitchen. You had no idea how many hours you had slept, but you were completely dizzy, probably due to the effect of the medicine. You yawned and rubbed your eyes slowly, noticing that the pain behind them had also diminished considerably. Stephen moved slowly and then stroked your hair.

"Are you awake, sweetheart?" His voice was hoarse and heavy with sleep, which made you wonder if he had fallen asleep too.

"What time is it?" You asked softly.

"Almost nine." He answered. "You've slept for almost ten hours."

You rubbed your eyes again and then looked at him in surprise. "You've been here this whole time?"

"I left you in Cloaky's care so I could shower and eat, but I basically spent the day on this couch. I ended up falling asleep too, which is a rarity. I woke up to Wong calling me and asking for a book."

You smiled to yourself. "I'm glad you got some rest too."

He hummed positively. "How are you feeling? Better, I hope."

You nodded, slowly lifting your head to look at him now that your eyes had adjusted to the darkness.

"My head is sore, hurts a little, but the excruciating pain is gone."

Stephen smiled, cupping your cheek and stroking it slowly with his thumb. "That's great. But I'm afraid you'll need to take another painkiller now to give the anti-inflammatory time to kick in before the pain starts to come back." He explained.

"But if I take another one of those I'll sleep for another ten hours." You complained, to which he shook his head.

"I think a Tylenol will do for now. I'll get it for you." He said, threatening to get up, but you held him in place and cupped his face.

"Stay. Just a minute more."

He smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll be back in a moment."

You let him go reluctantly, but took the opportunity to sit up. Your body was limp and you felt like you were slightly drunk, so you avoided getting up. Suddenly you saw your bag on the coffee table and remembered that you hadn't even texted your boss, but before you could think to do so, Stephen was back answering the question you hadn't even voiced.

"I called the office and told them you were sick. You're staying home tomorrow too, by the way. Doctor's orders."

You nodded, watching him approach. He was wearing gray pajama pants and a white t-shirt. His hair, always impeccable, was messy and a few strands fell over his forehead. He looked handsome as always, but you couldn't help but notice a nasty cut on his cheek that you hadn't noticed before.

"You're hurt." You said as he sat down next to you, handing you a Tylenol pill and picking up the empty glass on the table and handing it to you. With a simple gesture of his hand, the glass filled with water.

"It's nothing. Drink it."

You obeyed, and the whole time he looked at you with tenderness in his eyes, but the crease between his eyebrows was still there.

"I'm fine, Stephen. Really."

He nodded, taking the glass from your hand and placing it back on the table.

"Seeing you in pain was a horrible experience, Y/n. It made me think that I would never forgive myself if something happened to you, and I'm not just talking about illnesses. The work I do, the things I deal with are extremely evil. It makes me think about the risk you run by living with me."

You smiled, trying to ignore what he was saying, but deep down you knew he was right. Living in the Sanctum with the Master of the Mystic Arts was a risk, but one you were willing to take because you loved him. "Let's not think about that." You simply said. "I'm fine and you came back from your mission safe and sound. That's all that matters."

He nodded, taking your hand in his and promptly changed the subject. "You need to eat something before taking the next dose of medication."

"Pizza." You asked immediately, which made him giggle.

"I was thinking about a salad..."

"I thought I was going to die today from a brain tumor. Fuck the salad, I want pepperoni pizza with lots of cheese and chocolate ice cream for dessert."

Stephen smiled broadly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Whatever you say. I'll order and while we wait, I'll help you take a shower. What do you think?"

You nodded. "I don't think I can stand up on my own to do it anyway. Whatever you gave me made me totally dizzy."

"I told you it was strong, didn't I? But the important thing is that it took the pain away."

You nodded. "Thanks for taking care of me, Steph."

"That's what you do when you love someone, isn't it? You've taken care of me so many times, sweetheart. I lost count of how many times you patched me up after I came back from a mission. That’s what people who love each other do."

You smiled "I really do love you."

...

Stephen had never seen you eat pizza so eagerly and then devour two bowls of ice cream. It was cute. Even your childish palate was something he found adorable about you. He ate four slices of pizza himself and found himself having seconds of dessert, which he rarely did. After a day like the one you had, he was sure you both deserved the comfort of the food.

Finally, you got ready for bed and ended up in bed with the lamp on, giving the room a low, comfortable light.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked to confirm, but it was clear from the look in your eyes that the medication was taking effect.

"Better. I barely feel any pain, but my head is still sore."

He caressed your face, watching you settle into the pillows next to him. "It's normal after such intense pain. You'll be better tomorrow."

You smiled, biting your lower lip and making that little face you always did when you wanted something, but you didn't say anything, you just brought your hand to his hair, tangling your fingers in it and scratching gently. Stephen closed his eyes, indulging in the touch and only then noticing how tired he was. The mission had been energetic, it had been a really hard few days that had taken a lot out of him physically and although he had managed to sleep for an hour or two, he could feel the exhaustion taking over him.

"Hm, it feels so good." He found himself confessing as he melted into your touch. "I missed you, sweetheart. Every day all I could think about was that I wanted to go home." He opened his eyes to see you smiling sweetly at him and slowly you snuggled closer to him as he automatically reached out to hold you impossibly close.

You cupped his cheek and pulled him to your lips, kissing him slowly, but with a growing desire. "I missed you too. I had plans for when you got back. I wanted to surprise you with a special dinner, but it wasn't possible." You said and he smiled reassuringly.

"Well, even though the day wasn't the most pleasant, it's safe to say we had a special dinner tonight. The pizza was very good." He said smirking.

"But there was something else I wanted to give you when you got back." You said, hooking your leg around his hip teasingly and Stephen soon understood what you were up to, but even though he wanted it as much as you did, he was forced to reason.

"Unfortunately, it's not a good idea, sweetheart, even though I really want it."

You frowned, clearly annoyed. "Why not? After the day I've had, don't I deserve a little affection?"

Stephen nodded with a smile. Of course you did. You deserved everything you wanted and he believed he deserved it too after the mission he had just returned from, but it wasn't always possible to get what you deserved. "Trust me, you do, but I don't want to risk making your headache worse."

You stared at him, not understanding what one thing had to do with the other, and he chuckled, trying to explain in a way that made sense.

"Remember what we talked about the tension in your facial muscles making your head hurt?"

You nodded.

"When we make love and you have a good time, which is always, I hope, the pleasure makes you tense the muscles of your entire body, even those on your face and especially during orgasm, which could lead to an orgasmic headache."

You rolled your lips, trying not to laugh. "Did you just make that up?"

Stephen let out a soft laugh. "Of course not. I'm serious. It's a real problem that you don’t have, but given the sinusitis, orgasm could be a trigger for a worsening of your condition."

You buried your face in his neck, laughing softly, and the sound was very welcome after he had seen you crying in pain earlier. "Believe me, I would never make that up, especially since I'm climbing the walls after so many days without sex."

"It hasn't been that many days." You contradicted him. "But I believe you, as stupid as it may seem. I just hate this fucking sinus thing even more now." You groaned.

"Your treatment will last five days, but after that we will have plenty of time to make up for it, trust me."

You sighed, lifting your head to look at him. "You'll have to make it up to me tonight with lots of kisses."

Stephen smiled. "As many as you want, sweetheart." He said, pulling you back to his lips.

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