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Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 34

Summary: In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after he’s swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he’s running out of time before he’s out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.

Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a “lack of personal fulfillment and settling down,” he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man’s profile he’d briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. It’s not ideal, but if after a year it’s not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.

It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.

Warnings/AO3 Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is an Adult, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics, Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker, Passive Aggressive Canned Soup, Two Morons Trying to Try Their Best, Borrowing Characters

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Chapter 34

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He woke at four and was quiet as he dressed and left Peter asleep in their suite.

He’d grab a cup of coffee on the road - he had a long day ahead of him.

Only he was greeted at the front door by Tony and Sharon, both wide awake despite the hour. Tony, he’d expected to be awake since the man had the worst sleeping habits of anyone he’d ever met but Sharon?

“Heartburn,” she said in answer to his questioning eyebrow. “And I wanted to give you this.”

She handed him a nondescript black mobile.

“CSB issue, untraceable,” she said. “There will be an identical car at the midway point.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I appreciate your help with this.”

“And that’s our stopping point,” Sharon said with a small smile. “Plausible deniability if worse comes to worst.”

“I’ll be back this afternoon,” he assured them. “Call me if anything comes up. And please,” he looked at Tony. “Take care of Peter.”

“We will,” Tony said. “He’ll be fine.”

He wasn’t used to waking up without Stephen next to him. It only happened once or twice a month - usually because of an overnight or early-morning emergency - since they’d married and he didn’t like the sensation.

At least Stephen had left a note for him.

Peter,

I’ve left for my meeting. I’ll return sometime before this evening. Behave.

Stephen

He rolled his eyes at the last line. When didn’t he behave? Sure, he had his moments every now and then but all in all, he didn’t cause Stephen or anyone else problems.

He showered and, realizing that Stephen had left before putting the cage back on him, locked himself back up before he dressed and went to eat breakfast.

He’d gotten used to the feel of it.

Sharon was in the morning room, drinking a cup of hot tea and eating a warmed chocolate croissant that both looked and smelled delicious.

"Good morning," she greeted. "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than I woke up," he admitted. "It's weird, not waking up before Stephen. Thankfully it doesn't happen that often."

Sharon smiled, took another sip of the tea. "I can't relate," she said. "Tony's sleep schedule is so varied and thanks to my past life I'm a light sleeper." She winced and touched the side of her baby bump. "And this one doesn't seem to think much of sleep, either."

"More kicking practice?" Peter asked.

She nodded, still rubbing. "My internal organs are at Baby Starter's mercy."

Peter surveyed the sideboard and filled his plate with cut fruit, eggs, and fried potatoes. "Do you want anything?" He asked her.

"I wouldn't say no to some of the fruit," she said. "It actually goes pretty well with this damned leaf water Tony keeps foisting on me."

Peter dished some of the fruit onto a small plate and carried it over along with his own. He even poured himself a cup of tea in solidarity.

"In his defense it is good tea," he said after trying it. He’d never minded hot tea though coffee was definitely more aromatic.

She nodded reluctantly. "It really is. We're not telling Tony that, however."

“I’ll take the secret to my grave,” he teased. “He’s left for the office then?”

“He left just before seven this morning. There’s a board meeting he rescheduled since I’m due any day now and he wanted the meeting out of the way.” She glanced at the tennis bracelet watch she wore. “He should be back just after noon.”

“Well, I’m not a genius inventor but I’m happy to visit with you.”

“You’re too sweet for words, Peter,” she said, eyes suspiciously bright.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s funny - before I got married, that definitely wasn’t a sentiment that was applied to me very often. Maybe I’ve mellowed.”

“Oh? What would have been applied to you, then?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “‘Smartass’ and ‘wise guy’ were popular ones. One time my Aunt May’s friend Gilda called me ‘saucy’.” He smirked. “Stephen calls me a brat, but I’m pretty sure he actually likes that about me.”

“He does,” Sharon confirmed. “He really does.”

It was a lazy morning, spent out by the pool with both of them ensuring they were adequately protected with sunscreen, even though they weren’t swimming.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take a dip?”

Peter shook his head and turned a page in his book. “No, I’m good. With my luck I’d drown and then there would be an investigation and publicity, and then Stephen would have a bad day…”

Sharon laughed and then cried out. “Ah!”

Peter sat up quickly. “What’s wrong?”

She didn’t say anything, just rubbed her bump, wincing. “Just really active today.”

“Do you want to go inside?”

She started to shake her head and then abruptly nodded. “Yes, I think that would be best.”

Peter helped her up and was about to escort her back inside when he noticed the puddle on the ground beneath the lounge chair and that the back bottom of her yellow caftan was soaked.

Oh, hell.

“We need to call Tony,” he said.

Sharon pulled out her mobile from the pocket of her caftan.

Peter sat her down on a chair after placing a thick towel on it as cover and then pulled out his own mobile to message Stephen.

He heard Sharon speaking to someone at the office, her voice testy.

“I’m aware that he’s in a board meeting. Do you really think I’d be calling if it wasn’t an emergency?” She paused. “Listen. Just get me Pepper. Now.”

“Pep? My water just broke. I’m here at the mansion with Peter. I know Tony’s in with the board, but if you could pass on the message, that would be great.”

She looked at Peter after hanging up. “Tony will be here in probably fifteen minutes.” She smirked as she rested a hand on her bump. “Pepper will be on the warpath if the board even thinks about trying to hold him up.”

“Do we need to call for a driver to take us to the hospital?”

“No, Tony will drive us once he gets here. What I need is help getting into some dry clothes and my go-bag. Can you help me with that?”

Peter was scrambling for the owner’s suite before she even finished the question.

He came back with a dry pink caftan (had she just bought the same thing in multiple colors?), the matching cushioned slippers, and a stuffed overnight bag.

“Oh, there should be one in the nursery, as well,” Sharon said, accepting the dry clothing. “Sorry, my mind is everywhere at the moment.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Tony will be here soon and everything will be great,” Peter said. He left off for the nursery and found the bag waiting on the rocking chair next to the bay window.

When he came back Sharon was still in the soaked gown and clutching her back.

“Can you help me, please?”

He blushed but nodded.

Painfully embarrassed, Peter helped Sharon pull off the yellow caftan and slip on the pink. He could have died when she asked about dry undergarments, but he raced up and back to blindly grab a pair. He kept his eyes averted as he helped her out of the ruined pair and into the dry.

“Are you going to make it?” She asked, once she was decent.

Still blushing, he nodded. “Yes, but let’s maybe not tell Stephen about this?”

“I promise you, he won’t care, but yes, this can stay between us.” She chuckled and then winced, gripping her side.

Tony needed to get here now, he thought.

He wished Stephen was here, too.

What on earth could be more important than this?

The drive to the state of Middle California was uneventful, even with stopping at a shopping center, making a ridiculous few purchases, and swapping vehicles. He'd have to ask Sharon if spy-work was always so boring. He had a feeling the answer was yes.

He drove to a sleepy little suburban block, pulling up to a neat little ranch style brick house with white shutters and a tidy lawn. He parked behind the serviceable Bel Air and kept a pleasant smile on his face when a pretty woman answered the door.

Her honey brown hair was pulled away from her face with a head band that matched the lacy apron she wore over her pink and white gingham dress.

"Vinnie! We're so glad you could make it," she greeted. "Come on in, Rusty is in the kitchen."

Vinnie?

Bemused, he let her urge him inside, noting the secure click of the door lock behind him.

"You even get mail here?" he asked, noticing the bundle in her hand.

The woman rolled her eyes. "My partner enjoys coming up with his covers," she said, the advert-ready smile fading into something more natural as he led him back to the kitchen. A man sat at the table, a laptop in front of him. "I'm SSA Bobbi Morse but the people around here know me as Katelin Frayer, homemaker and shuffleboard enthusiast."

Stephen did smile at that.

"I take it you're Rusty?" he asked the man.

"Rusty Peltzer," he said. He wore a mechanic's jumpsuit that had oil stains in several places and sturdy black boots that had Stephen wincing in sympathy for the carpet if he didn't bother taking them off before walking in the rest of the house. Peter would probably murder him if he ever tried something like that - especially in their dining room. "Otherwise known as SSA Lance Hunter."

Stephen glanced around the kitchen. "Not a bad set-up, I'm assuming."

Lance shrugged. "It's suiting our purposes for the time being," he said. "And given our CO's attachment to this case they've sprung for just about anything we could need."

"Carter mentioned something about that," he said.

"How is Sharon?" Bobbi asked. "I miss going on missions with her. It's hard to believe I'll be retired just like her in a couple of years."

"She's glowing," he said. Sure, these agents knew her, but he wasn't going to give them specifics. Doctor-Patient confidentiality and all.

Lance snorted. "She's probably been ready to pop the tyke out since she got up the duff."

Well, the man wasn't wrong about that. (Did Sharon and Peter think they were the only two people making cross-country mobile calls? He'd talked with Tony plenty.)

"That kid is going to be something the world isn't ready for," Bobbi said. "A Stark is one thing, but adding in Sharon's genetics?" She shook her head with a fond smile.

"Probably," Lance agreed. He shut the laptop and focused on Stephen. "So, we have a civilian in our base that apparently wants a meeting with one of the CSB's most wanted. Why? Why should we trust you?"

"Sharon vouched for him," Bobbi reminded Lance.

"Sure, but why? Why do you care what the CSB does with Quentin Beck?"

"Back in August I selected a spouse through the BCSS," Stephen started.

"And we're happy for you," Lance cut in.

"My spouse was only with the BCSS because he was targeted by Beck and lost everything. Beck ruined his life. I suppose I want to ask the man why."

"I can tell you why. The man's a psychopath," Lance said flippantly.

"We can let you talk to him, but you can't hurt him," Bobbi said. "And we're not leaving you alone with him, either."

"He's just going to lie," Lance told Stephen. "He's damn good at it."

Stephen pulled out a small leather case from his inside jacket pocket and handed it to Bobbi.

"I'm not worried about him lying."

Bobbi opened the case and her eyes went wide. "Well damn, Doc."

Curious, Lance stood so he could peer at the contents of the case. "I suppose it takes all kinds," he said.

It surprised the hell out of Peter that Tony was so calm.

The man had arrived and driven the three of them not to a hospital like he'd been expecting, but a birthing center. Sharon was shown to a suite that was a mix of something out of a science fiction comic and one of those Graceful Housekeeping magazines his Aunt May used to read.

"No hospital?" he asked Tony as a nurse got Sharon settled.

Tony shook his head. "We did all the research and Sharon's obstetrician has attending privileges here. They focus on the mother, not just the baby." He smiled. "And Stephen already gave his seal of approval, even though he trusts Sharon's doctor implicitly."

Peter nodded. "Sorry, I just, I don't know... I've been worried. I'm not trying to be a pain."

"You're not a pain and honestly, it's kind of nice that I'm not the frazzled one. I know I've been driving Sharon nuts with all of my plans and contingencies but now that we're finally here I'm actually steady."

Peter snorted. "You're not the one who has to do all the hard work."

"Oh, and she'll never let me forget it, I'm sure," Tony agreed. He clapped a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Thanks for taking care of her today. It means more to me than I can say."

“She’d do the same for me,” Peter said.

The nurse called Tony back to the alcove where Sharon was resting on the maternity bed and after choosing a selection from the bookcase's offerings, Peter took a seat in one of the suite's recliners. He wasn't sure just how interesting Foundation would be, but it had to be a better read than Prenatal Perineal Secrets: How to Stretch for Success.

He wasn't sure just what his part in today would be but he figured if either of them needed coffee or a listening ear, he could provide that.

Bobbi led him down to the basement where in a locked room, sat the man who'd unknowingly changed Stephen's life.

Quentin Beck was about what he was expecting. Although he was bound to the steel chair Stephen could tell that the man was tall. Even though his dark hair was in need of a wash and his beard a good trim, it was easy to see how others would find him handsome and charming. His eyes, though... Beck's eyes weren't right.

"A visitor!" the man said with false cheer. "And here I thought this place didn't have all the amenities." He looked to Morse. "I'm not interested in talking."

"You don't have a choice," she said.

"And who are you?" Beck asked, sneering. "And why should I talk to you?"

"My name is Dr. Stephen Strange. I'm married to Peter Parker."

"Oh, a doctor?," Beck drawled. "My word, little Petey really did land on his feet, didn't he? I wondered just where he'd disappeared off to. I'd been hoping I could track him back down once all of this is over."

Stephen didn't like the sound of that at all. Beck would never get near Peter again.

"He has a good life now," Stephen said. "Unlike what you're going to have."

"Keep telling yourself that," Beck said with a snort. "I have friends in high places."

Bobbi let out a laugh. "Is that what you think? You're going into a deep, dark hole and never coming back out."

"She's right," Lance said, coming down the stairs to join them.

"We'll see." The man shrugged as much as his bindings allowed and focused his attention back on Stephen. "So, go ahead and ask me what you want to ask."

"Why Peter? Why target someone who was all but broke?"

Beck laughed. "Are you joking? That kid was worth millions and would have been worth so much more. That organic bandage that he talked about in his paper on wound care was going to change everything - I saw the scars from where he tested it on himself. It wasn't just a theory. But he never wrote the damn formula down. I tried everything I could think of to get him to part with it - I even tried to seduce him. The damned brat was just too damned stubborn and insistent on waiting for that special someone. So, I cut my losses and took his money instead: his aunt's life insurance payout and the keys to access his parents' five million dollar CSB payouts when the time came."

All of what Beck said caught Stephen's attention but he focused on the last part. "His parents weren't agents," he said. They'd been administrative workers, according to Peter's profile. Sure, there would have been life insurance but millions?

Beck snorted. "The CSB likes to give its agents cover stories, but Richard and Mary Parker were operatives. They didn't just happen to be on the bridge when it collapsed. The bridge collapsed because those two were on it. And they'd directed that money the CSB pays out to their son couldn't be accessed until he was twenty-one. So I took that information and figured I'd give it a few years. It's not like he could keep it now, even when he does turn twenty-one, considering he's a selected spouse." Beck smirked. "They don't get many rights, those spouses of yours."

Beck reclined as much as he was able, secured to the chair. "He did pretty well for himself, all things considered. He married a surgeon! All he has to do is tolerate you for a year then he’s free! But who knows, maybe he'll be desperate enough to stay."

Stephen's blood boiled, which was an odd feeling considering his cold fury.

He slowly stood and shrugged out of his blazer. Folding it neatly, he draped it over his chair, removed his tie, and began to unbutton his sleeves.

"Oh, you're going to hit me?" Beck taunted. "Whatever happened to 'do no harm'?"

"Every doctor interprets their oath in their own way. For me personally... We're in Middle California. My license isn't valid here so for all intents and purposes, I'm not a doctor at the moment."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Beck said, though there was something like fear in his eyes. "Do you really think he's worth doing this for?"

Stephen withdrew the syringe and vial from the case he’d tucked in his jacket pocket. He prepped the needle with the contents of the vial. After eying it carefully he gently flicked the glass to remove any bubbles. "My husband is worth everything."

Beck started to struggle in his restraints as Stephen approached him. Bobbi and Lance held him still.

"Now, I haven't had to worry about injecting anything since my residency days, but I'd imagine it's like riding a bicycle."

"What the hell is in that?" Beck demanded, eyes even more crazed.

"Sodium piothental," Stephen said. "With a dash of midazolam. Both are safe in controlled doses under the careful eye of a professional." He pushed up the sleeve of the t-shirt Beck wore. "But as we've discussed... I'm not a doctor at the moment." He squeezed the muscle, holding the skin taut and injected the contents of the syringe.

Beck looked wildly between Lance and Bobbi. "What the hell?"

"It's crazy how some detainees will do anything to get a fix," Lance said to Bobbi, ignoring Beck.

"Absolutely tragic," Bobbi deadpanned.

Stephen tucked the syringe and vial back in the case then made a show of checking his watch. "We'll give it a few minutes." He looked at the agents. "Is there anything to drink in this place?"

Bobbi perked up. "Oh! I make the best lemonade. Come on up!"

Lance rolled his eyes but nodded. "She really does."

The three went upstairs, ignoring Beck's shouts and cursing.

Peter had been in a visitor’s waiting room for a few hours. He’d picked up another book to read (an absolutely terrible slice-of-life romance) and kept to himself. Once he’d gone to grab coffee and a snack for Tony, promising Sharon he’d bring her all the food she could stand once the nurses cleared it.

At one point Tony came outside to update him on her progress before returning to Sharon's side.

Mostly, Peter was just alone.

He sent another message to Stephen letting him know that they were at the birthing center and that Sharon was in labor.

There was no response.

Peter finished the book and selected another. He was halfway through before Tony called him back in.

Tony was beaming while Sharon was sitting up in the bed, looking exhausted but radiant. Under a rose pink blanket, she held a dark haired infant against her bare chest.

They introduced their daughter to Peter.

“Oh, wow,” Peter breathed out. “She’s amazing.”

“Yes, she is,” Tony agreed, gaze intent on the sight of his wife and baby.

Sharon looked up at Tony. “I want that burger.”

Peter laughed. “You two stay here and I’ll order you both some food, okay?”

“Grab something for yourself, too,” Tony said. “Have them charge it to the room.”

Peter did just that, ordering two cheeseburgers with sweet potato fries, side Cardini salads, and slices of chocolate cake for the parents along with a grilled cheese and cup of tomato soup for himself.

The lady in the cafeteria, Beth, laughed when she got the order. “It’s always fun to see what meals the new mothers first order once they’re free to eat what they want again!”

Peter grinned. “She only asked for the burger but I figured she deserved some cake as well.”

Beth nodded. “Yes, she definitely does. We’ll have everything delivered to suite twelve when it’s ready.”

Peter thanked her and went back to the suite. He checked his watch and sighed. It was nearly seven in the evening. Still no word from Stephen.

Peter let Tony and Sharon know that their food would be delivered and returned to his station in the waiting room. The obstetrician was in with the small family and Peter didn't want to be in the way.

The drive back to the mid point passed him by as if he wasn't really there. His mind was turning over what he'd learned out of Beck once he'd gone back downstairs to question the man... with some assistance from Bobbi and Lance.

Outside of the injection, he hadn't laid a hand on the man, no matter how desperately he'd wanted to throttle him until all life left the crazed blue eyes. Instead, the agents overseeing his temporary captivity used some of their tricks to encourage the sharing of information. It had been unsettling to be party to and at one point he'd had to stop himself from returning upstairs to vomit.

But he had the information he needed and Bobbi and Lance had promised they'd retrieve the data keys that Beck had stolen and send them on to Stephen.

”That kid was worth millions and would have been worth so much more.” ”The damned brat was just too damned stubborn and insistent on waiting for that special someone.”

“My husband is worth everything.”

Those were the most honest words he’d ever spoke.

Stephen parked at the same shopping center, returned his purchases, and left in the car he'd swapped out that morning. His mobile had a score of messages, most from Tony letting him know that Sharon was the birthing center... Sharon was in labor... asking how he was supposed to handle this... marveling at how strong Sharon was... no, wait, she was angry at him and telling him he could never touch her again... Sharon had had the baby. His messages ended with "Come and meet your goddaughter."

Glad the cloak-and-dagger bit was over, Stephen did just that.

He'd figure out what to do with what he'd learned later.

When he arrived at the birthing center, Peter was curled up in one of the guest recliners, fast asleep.

"He's had a long day," Tony said fondly, embracing him. "But we were so glad to have him around. He really helped Sharon out this morning."

Stephen looked over at his sleeping husband. "He's pretty wonderful like that."

Tony clapped a hand on Stephen's shoulder. "Come and meet her."

He followed Tony back to where Sharon sat up in her bed holding the baby in her arms.

"Did you get what you needed?" Sharon asked.

He nodded. "Yes, but there are far more important things to discuss at the moment," he said. "Who is this little lady?"

Sharon smiled and motioned him closer. "Meet Jamie," she said, handing him the swaddled infant.

"Jamie?"

Tony grinned proudly. "Stephanie James Stark."

Stephen tried the name out. "It's perfect," he said.

"Just like Jamie," Sharon agreed. "We figured who better to honor than her two godfathers?"

"Rhodey will be here next week; unfortunately he can't just abandon mission and come straight here. It's frowned upon or treasonous or something."

"Or something," Stephen said quietly. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was just so little. Her eyes were scrunched tight and she let out a yawn. "She's beautiful," he whispered.

"Well, she takes after me, so of course she is," Tony said. "I'll have her building circuit boards in no time."

"Or learning the names of every bone in the body," Stephen suggested.

"Or she'll be doing whatever makes her happy and the two of you will just have to deal with it." Stephen glanced at Sharon, who was looking at him and Tony as if she were entirely unimpressed.

"Or that," Tony agreed easily. He checked his watch. "It's late. You should wake Peter and head back to the mansion. We have some check-ins with the obstetrician and pediatrician in the morning but we'll be up for visitors in the afternoon."

That sounded perfect. He carefully handed the sleeping Jamie over to Sharon. "I'm so happy for you two."

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Oh this is so beautifully and painfully heart wrenching!

The Confabulation Complication

“It’s called confabulation,” Stephen said, not quite looking in Tony’s direction. It was… disconcerting. Confusing.

Tony hummed, trying not to let his frustration with the situation show. “Sounds like a party.”

Pepper let out a pained noise. “Tony.”

Tony winced a little, because Pepper had been crying almost since the moment he’d woken up. He didn’t like it when Pepper cried, but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to fix this.

Especially when… when he wasn’t actually sure what was wrong.

“It is the creation of false memories,” Stephen continued, still not looking at Tony. “As compensation for the loss of real memories.”

Tony froze, because… because confused by the situation or not, he was smart enough to put together the pieces. He stared at Stephen for a long moment before glancing at Pepper.

Stephen looked painfully awkward, Pepper looked devastated. “So,” Tony started slowly, looking back at Stephen. “When I asked for my kiss and you looked like I was talking gibberish, it wasn’t because you were sticking to the ‘No making out while in the hospital’ rule and it’s because you and I… don’t kiss.”

“We are not together, no,” Stephen agreed. Was he… was he even Stephen? Did Tony… Did Tony actually know him at all? So many of his memories didn’t match what Stephen was telling him.

He looked away. “And Pepper?”

Pepper’s smile was tremulous. “We do kiss,” she said.

Everything felt surreal. “I… I thought…” He tried to search his memories, but he didn’t know what he was looking for. He remembered kissing her, but that was… a long time ago. “You broke up with me.” He knew that.

Didn’t he?

“We got back together,” Pepper explained. “Both times.”

Both times. He only remembered her breaking up with him once.

Tony… Tony didn’t know how to deal with any of this. “We’re together,” he said, trying to wrap his mind around it. He glanced at Stephen. “And we’re not.”

“Never have been,” Stephen said, he still wasn’t looking at Tony.

It… hurt.

Conceptually he knew it shouldn’t. Because he and Stephen… they weren’t a thing, apparently. But Tony was having a hard time making himself believe it. The memories were stark and visceral. Laughing with Stephen, kissing Stephen, curled together on the couch with Stephen doing their separate work.

“What are you even doing here, then?” Tony asked, feeling suddenly defensive. “You’re not still a practicing doctor, and I’m pretty sure there was no magic in that fight.” He wasn’t certain of that, because the memory of the fight was confused and messy.

That was probably something he should let someone know. Especially since he was, apparently, having memory issues of a different kind. He kept his mouth shut.

Stephen sighed. “You told me you had trust issues and asked if I would be involved in any future medical emergencies so much as I could be. You said that as far as doctors went, I ‘wasn’t bad’.”

“I…” He swallowed, tried to make sense of everything, but he couldn’t. “I’m checking myself out,” he said. They were in the compound—right? Was he actually sure about that?—it should be easy to get out of here.

He couldn’t deal with this.

“Tony, you should—“ Pepper started.

“Against medical advice if necessary,” Tony said. “I don’t want to be here.”

He wanted to be somewhere safe. Wanted to be in his lab where he could start trying to piece together the truth.

“Tony.” Stephen’s voice was gentle; Tony flinched. “There are tests that that the doctors should run.”

Instinct told Tony to give in, because this was Stephen. Tony always gave into Stephen when he used that sort of voice; Tony had made too many jokes about being weak for Stephen’s pretty eyes.

But apparently those memories didn’t actually mean anything, because they weren’t real. Tony had never made those jokes. It would be incredibly inappropriate to start now. He shook his head, ignoring the pulsing ache that came with the movement. “I’m not exactly dying right now. Any tests you take will only tell you things that you apparently already know. I want out.”

“We don’t know how bad the damage is,” Stephen said.

Tony ran a hand over his face. “Well, if I die from unexpected complications, you can both say ‘I told you so’, but frankly—“

“Tony.” Pepper sounded distressed. “Don’t say that.”

“I don’t want to be here,” Tony repeated. “I… I need to be alone. I need to figure this out.” He ignored both Pepper’s and Stephen’s protests as he got himself unattached from the hospital bed.

They gave in.

Mostly because Tony didn’t give them a choice.

Stephen eventually disappeared in a portal—Tony’s instincts said to go with him, but those instincts were wrong—while Tony fled from the compound med wing he’d been trapped in.

The lab was gapingly empty when he reached it. It was a relief in some ways, in other ways it felt wrong. His body ached—he didn’t even fully remember what had happened to get him into the hospital wing, the fight blurred, especially near the end—and his head hurt.

“FRIDAY?” he asked.

“Yes, Boss?” she asked, her voice was careful and tempered, as though she knew he was vulnerable.

“Is it true?” he asked. “The whole… confabulation thing Stephen was talking about?”

“Yes, Boss.”

Tony swallowed hard. “So, I’m not in love with Stephen.”

“You and Doctor Strange are friends, boss.”

Friends. Friends. Right.

“And me and Pepper?”

“The two of you are engaged.”

Engaged. Engaged. Tony was engaged. To Pepper. He didn’t remember that. He remembered her breaking up with him. He remembered her telling him that he was just… too much for her. That she just needed him to stop. That had happened, right?

Tony had never been able to stop. Had she changed her mind or was this just another attempt at something that was doomed to fail?

Or was the break up he remembered even true? Tony thought he knew why she had broken up with him. But what if that was a lie too?

He struggled to breathe for a moment. Everything was messed up.

He wasn’t in love with the person he thought he was in love with; no, he was in love with someone he remembered moving on from.

He wasn’t in love with Stephen. That was just his brain lying to him.

He was in love with Pepper.

Pepper, who he could only remember hearing say he wasn’t enough and was too much and… and that they weren’t right for each other. But he wasn’t sure if that was even true. She had agreed they’d broken up, but maybe he was remembering wrong the reasons why. Because he was engaged. So he couldn’t have been too much and not enough and not right for her.

Right?

Tony didn’t know.

Because he didn’t know which memories were real and which memories were false.

He just knew that everything was wrong.

And now… now what was he supposed to do?

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due to not wanting to. I will not be

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If you would like a prompt: Tony keeping Stephen's hands warm as they walk through a park or something in cold weather? Like fall/autumn or winter? I think it would be super cute.

Also, I love your drabbles and stories! <3

Thank you so much! Tony's a *little* oblivious here, but he gets with the program...

“This doesn’t need fixing, Tony,” Stephen snapped.

Tony froze, hands stuck in an aborted gesture and his words about thermal regulation cutting off. Confusion furrowed his brow. “You said your hands were cold,” he said slowly. “I know that makes your pain worse. You need better gloves. You don’t… want them?”

Stephen ran a hand over his face. Tony saw the world in terms of how it could be made better. Stephen loved that about him, but sometimes Tony just saw too big. “Tony. I wanted you to hold my hand.”

Tony stared at him, bafflement in his eyes. “What?”

“When I said my hands were cold, I wanted you to offer to ‘keep my hands warm’,” Stephen said. “I wanted to hold your hand.”

Tony blinked in confusion. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“I thought I’d been obvious,” Stephen muttered. Not obvious enough, clearly.

Tony took Stephen’s hands with his own. “All right then. Let me try again.” He smiled crookedly at Stephen as he brought Stephen’s hands up to kiss his knuckles. Stephen’s heart melted. “Let me keep your hands warm, Stephen.” He paused, looking conflicted. “I’m still making you better gloves, though. Just in case.”

Stephen laughed.

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I'm a sucker for married ironstrange but make it ✨heavy angst✨ but not major character death bcuz we love a happy ending 🤌

I do not know if this angst is heavy enough, Anon, but I did my best! Angst is not my forte, but when I do it I try hard to do it well.

Angst this heavy does not get resolved within the same drabble that set it up. If folks want a follow up, you shall have to pin this one for when prompts re-open. [/evil]

When Stephen disappears after the accident, it takes Tony three months to track him down.

By the time he arrives in Kathmandu and bullies his way past the monk who answers the unassuming little door, he’s furious. Between his resources and his hacking skills, no one disappears that completely from his radar unless it's intentional. Which means that Stephen isn’t dead, or hurt (again), he’s hiding.

Storming into the building’s courtyard, Tony quickly spots Stephen among the red robed apprentices, goatee or no goatee. Tony ignores the murmurs of recognition and the grumbles at the invasion and walks straight up to Stephen, planting himself in front of his husband and crossing his arms.

Stephen has the gall to look surprised. “Tony—”

“If you had to leave me,” Tony snaps, “you should at last have had the balls to tell me to my fucking face instead of disappearing.”

Stephen recoils. “I didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?” Tony cuts him off. “Vanish into thin air? Intentionally prevent me from finding you? Break half a dozen fucking promises?”

“I didn’t break any promises!” Stephen snaps back.

Tony holds up a finger. “Never leave an argument to fester for more than a day.” A second finger. “In sickness and in health.” A third finger. “Always give me one chance to try to help you.” Stephen has blanched now. It doesn’t make Tony feel any better. “I could keep going,” he says, “but I’ll just end with the most important one of all, the very first promise you made to me. You promised that if you ever decided you didn’t want to be with me any more, you wouldn’t jerk me around.”

Stephen swallows hard. When he speaks, it’s quiet. “I didn’t break that one.”

“Then what do you call your goddamned vanishing act!” Tony shouts.

“The promise was if I didn’t want to be with you any more,” Stephen says. “That condition hasn’t been fulfilled.”

Some of the anger drains out of Tony. Some, but not all. “I did the work of tracking you down. You want to save your marriage, you get to figure out how.”

He stalks out of the courtyard.

No one stops him.

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Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 33

It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.

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Chapter 33

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Breakfast the next morning was far more easy-going than the first breakfast they'd all shared when Tony and Sharon had come to visit. Peter and Tony were the first two awake, as Peter was used to waking up early to cook breakfast and Tony just seemed to be able to run on less sleep than most humans.

"You don't have to cook, you know," Tony said, when Peter asked about where the kitchen was. "I have a staff that will be happy to do everything."

"I don't want to inconvenience them," Peter said.

"Peter, it is quite literally what they are paid to do. They've been briefed on your dietary needs and it turns out that one of them is actually Jewish herself and she's thrilled to be able to cook for someone who also keeps kosher."

"Oh." He supposed that was fine, then. "Then I guess all I'd like at the moment is coffee?"

"That I can help with."

They made their way to the morning room. It was painted a light teal and the woodwork was oak stained a rich golden brown. One wall was simply floor to ceiling windows with goldenrod curtains that were pulled back to either side. An oak sideboard was off to the side and Peter imagined that was where the staff would set the food once it was prepared.

Tony got Peter settled with a cup of coffee and a muffin before he said he was going to check on Sharon and help her get ready. "I'm sure the Doc will be along shortly," he said. "That man loves the waterbed."

Peter blushed, remembering just how they'd made use of the waterbed the night before.

Tony noticed his pink cheeks and chuckled. "Don't stress about it," he said. "We're all friends here and no one is going to say anything about two spouses enjoying each others' company."

When he returned about twenty minutes later, Sharon was with him, dressed in another caftan, this one a lovely spring green. She looked somewhat tired but was still in good spirits as Tony helped her sit.

"I'll be so glad when this part is over," she muttered to Peter, one hand resting over the bump of her stomach. "This little demon decided two in the morning was the perfect time to practice kicking, using my bladder as a dummy."

"Baby Starter is an insomniac just like their dad, then?" Came Stephen's voice as he strode in. He looked at Sharon, taking the cup of coffee Tony handed him. "You have my deepest sympathies."

"The results of my insomnia pay for this mansion and everything else," Tony defended. "Three-time TIMES Person of the Year award winner here, remember?"

"And he's so humble," Peter said with a smirk, sipping his coffee.

"I suppose since you'll be up, you'll have no problem seeing to Baby Starter when I'm trying to sleep," Sharon said easily. She scowled when she realized the drink Tony handed her wasn't coffee, but decaffeinated tea. "What happened to one cup a day?"

"It's only for a bit longer," Tony hedged, not meeting her gaze.

"I'm never doing this again," she said, taking a sip of what she muttered to be "damned hot leaf water."

"In Tony's defense the last thing you need is for your blood pressure to spike when you're so far along," Stephen said. And then, because he felt like being an ass, he took a long drink of his coffee and closed his eyes in appreciation. "Not Arabica?" he asked Tony.

"Liberica," Tony said. "Not too bad, right?"

"It's great," Peter enthused, drinking his own with great relish.

"I hate you all," Sharon said flatly. "My vengeance, when it comes, will be without mercy."

Standing on the perfect tan sand of Malibu Beach, Peter stared out at the ocean in awe.

Around him there were children running around screaming and chasing each other in their play while parents watched indulgently. Teenagers tossed beach balls back and forth. Older folks relaxed in beach chairs, some reading books. A few dogs dug, fetched, and napped alongside their owners.

"What do you think?"

He looked up at Stephen who stood beside him. "It's beautiful," he said. "I've seen pictures, of course, but in person? Beautiful."

"Would you like to swim?" Stephen frowned. "Can you swim?"

Peter nodded. "We used to take field trips to the local natatorium for physical education. I can front crawl, back crawl, breast stroke, and butterfly. I'm really good at the back crawl and butterfly." He studied the beach with its persistent waves. It was incredible to see the start of them out at a distance, then how they’d grow, crash, recede. "But I'm not sure how useful those strokes would be against the ocean."

"They wouldn't be, except maybe a side stroke," Stephen said. "So long as you don't swim out too far and avoid getting caught in the undertow, it should be alright."

"Maybe another day," Peter said finally. "I think just walking along the beach will be enough for me."

That seemed to be just fine with Stephen.

They spent a little over an hour at the beach. Peter collected a couple of shells, much to Stephen's amusement.

"I've always wanted to do this," Peter said, pocketing the yellow cockle shell after brushing the sand off. He studied Stephen and noticed his tense posture. "Am I making you uncomfortable? We can leave," he said.

"I'm fine," Stephen said. "It's not so much being at the beach as..." He shrugged. "I know how quickly everything can go wrong and it is hard to turn that perspective off sometimes. I've made my peace with what happened to my sister. And yet..."

"You still worry."

"I still worry."

"What else is there to do?" Peter asked.

"We could visit The Getty Villa or we could even venture to New Angeles."

"Let's do the Villa. I don't want to be too far away in case Baby Starter decides to make it's appearance."

"They do have their own schedule," Stephen said wisely.

"Have you delivered many?" Peter asked as they walked back up to where they had been dropped off by the taxi.

"Twelve," Stephen said. "Most were when I was a medical student and a few were emergency room deliveries."

"Will you be with Sharon at the hospital?"

"I'm not actually her attending doctor, Peter," Stephen said. "They've asked me to be here but she has a perfectly capable team behind her."

"But-"

"I'll help out however in whatever way I'm needed, even if it's to be here as moral support for Tony," Stephen assured him. "There's no reason for you to worry."

"But the meeting you have on Thursday is-"

"Nothing for you to concern yourself with," Stephen said firmly. "I'm not going to explain myself on this, understand?"

Peter didn't, not really, but he nodded and let the matter drop. Maybe in another life he'd be entitled to an explanation, but there was no point in ruining the day for them both and earning a trip over Stephen's lap with his pants pulled down.

The Getty Villa was incredible to visit and well worth the need to purchase tickets in advance, which Stephen did after they ate lunch at a small cafe.

Peter was enthralled at such a large collection of antiquities though he blushed furiously when seeing Victorious Youth, much to Stephen's amusement. He admired the replica villa, reading up on the history of its construction and where materials were imported and how the collection was ultimately built. (And if he indulged in a well-hidden smirk when reading about foreign governments suing to reclaim some of the looted pieces, well, that was his business, wasn't it?) The Inner and Outer Peristyles were neat to see and he felt somewhat cultured when he could differentiate between the Ionic and Corinthian style columns.

There was no hurry as they walked around and Peter wished he had a camera so he could snap pictures of the fountain in the East Garden. He said as much to Stephen.

"We'll buy some postcards from the gift shop," Stephen said. "Maybe you can start a collection."

Peter liked that idea and was happy with the postcards and the book Stephen bought so he could organize them to show off later.

They returned to the mansion to spend time with Sharon.

Stephen and Sharon had decided to spend the rest of the afternoon reading and were stretched out on loungers around the crystal-clear pool. For his part, Peter was floating on a raft enjoying the delicious warmth of the sun.

He'd been somewhat embarrassed by how thoroughly Stephen had applied sunscreen to his body, as if Peter himself was incapable. But he once again decided it wasn't a battle worth fighting and he had no desire to end up with a sunburn. (Stephen had been much more clinical about helping Sharon with her sunscreen and she hadn't appeared to be embarrassed at all.)

They contented themselves with their books while Peter enjoyed the novelty of a private pool.

He'd never imagined anything like this when he'd been desperate to avoid ending up homeless and made the choice to sign his life over to the BCSS. He'd disliked his time at the BCSS facility and he'd spent the first few weeks of his marriage off-balance. And then...

It was a broken record, even in his head, but he liked his life with Stephen. He was happy and that wasn't something he'd ever expected to truly feel again when his life had come crashing down on him after his Aunt May died and Beck had swooped in as if he'd simply been waiting for-

Had he? Had Beck somehow known?

Peter flicked the water in frustration. There was no way Beck could have really known, clearly. The man had been lucky, was all. And Peter, per usual, had been spectacularly unlucky.

Had been.

Now he a nice home, friends who cared about him and were eager to spend time with him, and he had Stephen. Stephen, who might not love him, but did care for and provided for him. Stephen who was as smart and funny as he was stern and fastidious. Stephen, who made Peter feel safe.

"Peter? Out of the pool; it's been an hour."

He smiled to himself. Who else but Stephen would actually make sure he followed the directions for reapplying sunscreen?

He rolled off of the raft and powered through the chill being submerged brought. Then he surfaced and swam to the steps of the pool. Stephen stood waiting with a towel.

"Are you sure you don't want to swim with me?" Peter asked as Stephen applied more sunscreen to his back.

"I'm not really one for the water," Stephen said quietly. "Even in a controlled setting like this."

Peter briefly turned to face him but Stephen playfully poked him to get him to resume his position.

"I'm sorry this is uncomfortable for you," Peter said. "I don't have to sw-"

"I'm not uncomfortable," Stephen insisted as he rubbed more sunscreen on him. "And you're fine. Just because I don't care to swim doesn't mean that you can't."

Something in Peter warmed. The Stephen he'd married would never have been so patient about it. He'd... not quite softened, but had relaxed, perhaps?

"Ah, my two favorite people. And also, Stephen," interrupted Tony.

Peter snorted and turned to see the scowl on Stephen's face.

"You're hilarious."

Tony grinned and walked over to lean down and kiss Sharon. "I know."

"Did you take over the world today?" Sharon asked.

"Just a few small countries," Tony teased.

"That's nice." Her attention was already back on her book.

Tony smirked and shook his head, properly dismissed.

“How was the beach? Did you do any swimming or surfing?” He asked Peter.

“Have you met my husband?” Peter asked in response.

“Fair point. People might have seen you shirtless!” Tony teased. “The last thing we need is for Stephen to worry about the Beachside Betties.”

Peter snorted.

Stephen sighed and narrowed his eyes at them both before starting on reapplying sunscreen to one of Peter’s arms. “You’re both hilarious.”

“The beach was nice,” Peter said. “And I collected some shells, which I’ve always wanted to do.”

“That’s adorable.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon around the pool, with Tony taking over “applying Sharon’s sunscreen” duties despite her protests that “you rubbing me is what got me here in the first place.”

(Tony did not look remorseful in the slightest.)

“Do you think your chef will tell me how to make this?” Peter asked Tony after taking another bite of the flaky white fish topped with ginger and scallions. “This is so good.”

“I’m sure she’ll be happy to,” Tony said.

“She can make sushi too,” Sharon said wistfully.

“Just a little longer,” Tony said. “And then you can have some again.”

“After Baby Starter is out, the first thing I’m eating is a greasy burger.”

“I will get you the greasiest burger imaginable,” Tony promised. “And a cup of fully caffeinated coffee.”

Peter laughed at how Stephen winced.

“How was the Villa?” Sharon asked after dessert. They retreated to the gaming room from the previous evening and went to work on the largest jigsaw puzzle Peter had ever seen.

“It was nice,” Stephen said, connecting a few border pieces together.

Across from Peter, Tony worked on piecing together some of the flower field section.

“It’s amazing at how old all of the stuff there is and the condition!” Peter added. “Stephen bought me a collection of postcards, I can show them to you, if you want.”

Sharon looked up from the cottage roof section she was working on. “I’d like that.”

“How was Victorious Youth?” Tony asked with a smirk.

“Tony,” Sharon warned. “Don’t.”

“Naked and appendage-wise, not that impressive,” Peter said absently. “Is it like looking in the mirror for you?”

Stephen and Sharon burst out laughing and Tony took the joke in good humor. “Very funny.”

Peter focused on the lake pieces he’d gathered, both content and amazed that he was spending the week with Tony Stark and his wife in their Malibu Mansion! How was this his life now?

“Any plans tomorrow?” Stephen asked Tony.

“I have to go into the office for a few hours in the morning but I’ll be home by lunch,” he said. “Then I’ll be doing whatever the lady of the manor requires of me.”

Sharon rolled her eyes.

“What will you two get up to?” Tony asked.

"I thought we'd take the train to Long Beach and visit the Pacifica Aquarium," Stephen said.

Peter perked up at that. "Really?"

"There are some nice exhibits," Sharon said. "Otters, penguins, jellyfish... you'll have a great time."

"What about you?" Peter asked. "I don't like the idea of leaving you alone. What if you need us?"

She smiled. "Peter, I'm pregnant, not dying. Just like today, I'll be fine." She glanced over at Tony. "And I'd quite like a few hours to myself because they're about to be in very short supply."

"Tony has contingency plans for his contingency plans if Sharon goes into labor," Stephen said, still focused on the puzzle.

Sharon nodded. "For example, if I happen to be on the yacht and a thunderstorm pops up-"

Peter snorted and Tony looked affronted. "There's nothing wrong with being prepared!"

"Tony, I adore you," Sharon assured him.

Wednesday passed and the aquarium was stunning. He loved everything about it, especially the penguins. Stephen bought him a set of postcards that Peter couldn't wait to tuck into his album.

When they returned back to the mansion that afternoon, Stephen pulled him to their guest suite. There was something different about it, about the way that Stephen urged him to undress as he did the same. His hands were as commanding and reassuring as always, but the way Stephen touched him was as if he thought Peter might disappear.

There wasn't much Peter could say as Stephen overwhelmed his senses and he lost himself in the insistent rocking of Stephen's body into his own. When Stephen removed the cage around Peter's cock his head spun with how fast he grew hard and it wasn't long before he was spilling onto the sheets and Stephen spilled into him.

They didn't join Tony and Sharon for dinner; dinner was delivered to their suite and they ate at the small table.

"Is everything okay?" Peter asked.

"Hmm?"

"Is there a reason we're not eating with Tony and Sharon?"

Stephen smiled. "They're not going to have many more evenings left when it's just the two of them for dinner. I thought we'd give them some privacy."

It was a sweet thought.

Still, as he drifted off to sleep after another round in bed, Peter wondered just why Stephen seemed off.

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A Night Like No Other

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

Synopsis: It's Valentine's day night and you prepare a special night for your Stephens.

Word Count: 9,5k

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship dinamics, a little jealousy, mostly brain rot SMUT: oral sex with male and female receiving, vaginal and anal sex, double penetration, creampie, cum eating (There's probably more but I don't remember)

A/N: I'm so happy to finally be posting this fic. I know it's two months late, but I've put so much work into it that I really can't believe it's ready. I really hope you guys like it and have a great read ;)

"Not this one." You murmured, looking at your endless collection of heels in your closet. "No, definitely not this one. Maybe… this one." You took a pair of red sandals in your hands, but then changed your mind when your eyes found the perfect pair you knew you were looking for. A pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps.

You stood on tiptoe to reach them and then you smiled mischievously to yourself heading to the bedroom bench and put them on. It had been a while since you wore those and you couldn't deny that you felt so powerful in them.

You folded your legs on the bench, positioning your feet so that your heels were clearly visible and took a photo, sending it directly to your three main contacts and giggling to yourself while writing the most cliché pick-up line you could think of at that moment.

WHEN YOU GUYS GET HOME TONIGHT, THIS IS ALL I'LL BE WEARING. ♥️

You replicated the message to the other two Stephens, reading it out loud to make sure the message was clear enough: You were waiting for the three of them that night to celebrate Valentine's Day.

You remembered perfectly the fiasco that was the last one. Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad, but it definitely could have been a lot better. It had all happened because you weren't clear enough about what you wanted for the night, or at least you convinced yourself that it was your fault. You found you always put the blame on yourself so you didn't need to blame one Stephen or the other, but the truth was that navigating between the ego and jealousy of the three of them was the hardest thing you've ever had to do in your life.

It didn't take long for your cell phone to buzz with a response.

I WOULD ENJOY SO MUCH MORE IF THE SURPRISE WAS JUST FOR ME, BUT I CAN'T WAIT TO GET HOME TONIGHT.

You didn't need to read the name at the top of the message to know it was Supreme, but even if it was hidden behind jealousy, you could capture the anxiety he felt about returning home and it made you smile from ear to ear. God, you had been with the three Stephens for a little over a year and a half, but you seriously doubted you would ever get used to the way they made you feel. Every time they came home you felt butterflies in your stomach, each loving message made your heart flutter in your chest. It was beautiful and scary at the same time.

You left your shoes on the floor next to the bench and went back to the closet, slipping into jeans and a jumper.

As you were grabbing your bag and keys and heading to the doors to leave you heard the familiar hiss of a portal opening and a smile played on your lips before you saw it was just Wong.

"You shouldn't look so disappointed every time I come in. It's offensive." He said. You never knew when Wong was being serious or not, so you rushed to defend yourself.

"Today is Valentine's Day. I have reasons to be anxious for my boyfriends to get home."

Wong nodded as he dragged some boxes and then closed the portal. "Good thing you reminded me. That's reason enough for me not to want to be less than half a planet away from this Sanctum tonight. As if three Stranges wasn't reason enough."

"You say that, but I know deep down you can't live without Stephen, Wong." You smirked, unable to hold your tongue.

He scoffed "Yeah, right. Defender isn't that bad. The other two are the problem."

"Do not tell me that." You agreed "I'm going to the grocery store to get some things to prepare dinner. Do you want me to bring you something? I'm going to go near the Sandwich bar that sells that tuna melt that you love so much..."

"It's very kind of you to offer, but unfortunately - or fortunately - I'm returning to Kamar Taj."

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye."

"Bye."

When you parked in parking lot you heard your cell phone ringing and ran to answer it when you saw Stephen's name on the display.

"Hello you"

"Sending indecent photos to distract me from work. You should be embarrassed, sweetheart."

"Really? And what's indecent about the photo of my feet wearing those shoes?"

You can almost see him smirking on the other end of the line before replying, "Other than the message you sent with it, you mean?"

You giggled to yourself "And how effective was my attempt to make you want to come home sooner?"

"Hm, very effective."

You were surprised by the sound of a horn and two drivers fighting each other.

"Where are you?" Stephen asked.

"Walmart’s parking lot. I came to get some things to prepare for our romantic Valentine's Day dinner that you guys have been owing me since last year."

"That's great. And how romantic will this dinner be?" He teased.

"Very romantic. The kind where you have to dress all nice for me and wear that cologne of yours that I love."

"Noted. It's a shame I'm going to have to share you tonight, I'd much rather have you all to myself."

You found yourself rolling your eyes and agreeing one hundred percent with Wong, Stephen and Supreme were indeed the problem.

"Behave yourself" You scolded him, taking your bag and walking towards the store entrance. "It's important for me to have you three tonight. I've wanted this for so long..."

"You just had us together last week" He groaned in frustration.

"I'm not talking about... sex, Stephen" You had to lower your voice to say the word as you picked up the cart and headed towards the produce section.

"Really? I must have been fooled by the photo and message you sent half an hour ago."

"Shut up. Of course sex is a big part of tonight, but it's not just about that. It's about being together, talking, listening to music and having good wine."

Stephen hummed "Romance."

"Exactly. Just because you've already won over the girl doesn't mean you don't need to be romantic anymore, Stephen."

He chuckled "I leave the romanticism to Defender, he's better than me at that... and pretty much everything else apparently."

You sighed, finishing picking up the vegetables and heading towards the refrigerators where you hoped to find a good piece of meat to roast with them.

"I love you, Stephen, but please, no display of jealousy tonight. Please?"

"Okay, I'll behave, I promise."

"Thank you."

"I need to go. See you tonight, love."

"See you, Steph."

You turned off your cell phone and put it in your pocket and dedicated yourself to getting the rest of the things that were missing and walked towards the cashier.

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You weren't exactly a great cook like Defender, but you always had a willingness to learn and some skill so you could even say that you were good in the kitchen.

You chopped the vegetables that consisted of carrots, onions, green beans, broccoli and tomatoes and dedicated yourself to seasoning the meat and put everything together in a pan wrapped with aluminum foil and put it in the oven for what you knew would be at least 2 hours.

While you waited, you decided to take a shower and took the opportunity to shave every inch of your body to make it smooth to the touch. You blow-dried your hair and used a styling mousse and put it in curlers. You took the opportunity to do all the steps of your skin care and applied lotion all over your body, taking the opportunity to use some body oil to give your skin a little shine. You didn’t even notice time passing while you were distracted taking care of yourself and being surprised by the alarm you had set on your cell phone so as not to let you forget about the roast in the oven.

You put on a robe and went downstairs.

The roast was practically done, so you got rid of the aluminum foil, drizzled the meat with more olive oil and just a little fleur de sel and returned to the oven to brown.

When you heard your cell phone buzzing you wiped your hands and rushed to read the message and smile to yourself feeling your heart fluttering in your chest.

ALWAYS A TEASE, BABY. CAN'T WAIT TO GET HOME, JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES AND I'LL BE IN YOUR LOVELY ARMS. LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

You dedicated yourself to preparing the sauce for your pasta and left the pan full of water and salt on the stove, but besides that, everything needed to be put on hold because it was already past 6pm and you knew they would arrive at any moment and although the dinner was an important part of your evening, you were determined that sex should come first.

You turned off the roast, but kept it in the oven and prepared the table with a beautiful red tablecloth, positioning the plates and cutlery, glasses, and, of course, the candlesticks. A romantic dinner needs candlelight.

Once everything was organized, you went upstairs to finish getting ready. You let down your hair that fell in perfect waves to the middle of your back and put just a little gloss on your lips deciding that there was no reason to wear makeup since soon you would be with your face being pushed into the mattress. You smiled mischievously to yourself feeling the desire built inside you. You put on your heels and kept your promise not to wear anything other than them, keeping only the robe on until at exactly 7pm you heard the familiar squeak of a portal.

You smiled, feeling your cheeks get slightly warm and, taking off your robe, you left the room towards the entrance hall.

...

Stephen smiled to himself as he read the text you sent him. He would have replied it instantly if he hadn't been stuck in a meeting with the Avengers. Tony Stark and Steve Rogers were going over all the details about the next mission and although Stephen knew the importance of resolving the problem as soon as possible, he was not at all happy about having to participate.

Supreme was at the meeting too, and Stephen could see the smile on his lips as he read a message on his cell phone that Stephen was sure was exactly the same as the one he had read. You wouldn't make the mistake of not being democratic in your provocation, not after the events of last Valentine's Day. It was extremely important to you that the three of them knew that you loved them equally.

Supreme quickly typed a response without bothering to be discreet, but Stephen preferred something more intimate, so he just put his cell phone back in the pocket of his robes.

"We will be in unknown territory, dealing with forces of which we have no knowledge..." Steve Rogers was pointing out the importance of concentrating on every detail of the plan, but was then cut off by Stark.

"Yeah, yeah, supernatural stuff. That's why we'll be taking with us not one, but two wizards."

Stephen rolled his lips, uncomfortable with the use of the wrong term. He wasn't a wizard and Stark knew that because he had already explained the difference a hundred times, but now Stephen was almost certain that Stark was referring to him that way to provoke him. Supreme, on the other hand, interrupted him, deciding to explain to the small Avengers audience.

"The correct term is sorcerer. Wizards are born with magic, we learned it with a lot of study and effort, although for us it came almost naturally."

Stark rolled his eyes, but continued with the explanation.

When the meeting ended Stephen managed to sneak into an empty room and call you. He wanted much more than just calling, he wanted to leave immediately, but first he needed to get back to Kamar Taj.

Once he and Supreme managed to leave the Avengers Tower, they headed directly there where they met with Wong and Defender and discussed matters relating to the maintenance of the Kamar Taj itself, the teaching and training of students, and the protection of the three Sanctums of power of the Earth. When the small informal meeting ended, Stephen looked at the clock realizing that it must already be almost 7pm in NY and was quick to decline Wong's offer to stay for tea.

"We have an appointment at home." Stephen explained evasively, but Wong smirked as if he knew more than Stephen could imagine.

"Sure, sure. Valentine's day and all. Y/n is planning a special night, I imagine."

Stephen nodded. "We'll talk tomorrow."

"You can call us if anything happens, as always." Defender added to what Supreme contradicted.

"Definitely not tonight. There are dozens of other masters you can call, Wong. We're off for the night and probably a good part of tomorrow as well."

Wong didn't bother to respond. He just closed some books that were on the table and organized them into a pile, picking them up and heading out the door.

"What a fucking day! I thought it would never end." Supreme complained.

"Let's go home" Defender said with a tired sigh and Stephen opened a portal being welcomed by the delicious smell of food and the realization of finally being home.

...

Defender Strange was sure that nothing in the world could be better than coming home and being greeted by his wife, but when he saw you coming down the stairs completely naked wearing only the heels you showed him in the photograph you sent earlier, he didn't know what to think. That fulfills all his fantasies.

You were beautiful. You are beautiful. The curvaceous body, the full breasts, the long hair cascading down to the middle of your back, little or no makeup other than a pink gloss on your lips and the typical smile of someone who promises and wants to be extremely provocative, but in reality it’s a shy little thing.

He didn't know how he was looking at you, much less how the other Stephens were reacting to that vision of paradise in front of them, but you stopped at the bottom of the stairs and your cheeks turned red.

"So?" Your voice sounded low.

Supreme took the initiative and approached you and touched your face affectionately and kissed your lips. Defender felt a pang of jealousy when you and Supreme were close, but he was used to not showing it and on the other hand - however contradictory it was - he couldn't deny that he liked seeing you with the other Stephens, that always turned him on.

"You look beautiful, honey."

Your cheeks turned a darker shade of red that Defender found charming.

"I confess the idea seemed sexier when I sent the message. Now I'm too self-conscious."

"You look beautiful" Defender and Stephen responded together and then laughed softly at the situation.

"Come here, give me a kiss, sweetheart. I loved the reception you prepared for us. You know I always love everything you do for us."

You took the hand he offered you and walked closer. Stephen grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to his lips and Defender felt his cock throb inside his pants. He wanted you so much. Ever since he saw that message, all he could think about was the moment he would have you on his lap riding him.

"I made dinner. Well, it's almost ready. There are still a few things to finish."

"I guess we can think about food later, don't you think?" Supreme suggested. "You have other needs that I want you to satisfy first." He smirked "That text... did things to me, honey."

Defender smirked. Supreme was so cheesy sometimes.

He finally approached you and touched your face.

"So bold sending us that photo when I know at home you're super shy, baby."

You blushed even more.

"Did you like it?"

"I loved the surprise. I loved that you prepared something special for our Valentine's Day. I love you so much, Y/n. There isn't a day that goes by that I'm not grateful for having you in my life."

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Defender Strange... how can I not love you when you say those things?"

He chuckled watching you hold his hand and take Stephen's hand and adjust it to hold them in one hand, while taking Supreme's hand with the other "Come on, let's go up stairs."

...

The master bedroom, Stephen's room, was the largest room in the Sanctum. Supreme had a hard time accepting Stephen staying with it, but he was aware that it made sense. For better or worse, Stephen was the Doctor Strange of that universe. That room was the setting for almost every night you had sex together for obvious reasons, it was the biggest room, it had the biggest bed and it felt the most right somehow and Supreme felt the familiar twist in his stomach caused by anxiety when you led the three of them directly to that room.

It was something difficult to explain and he never talked about it with the other Stephens - although he was sure the others felt the same way - but the reality was that he loved sharing you. He loved watching the other Stephens fuck you even though it also filled him with jealousy. Jealousy was hot.

Supreme still remembered the first time, it was your birthday and you had sex together for the first time. It was unforgettable, but everyone was so nervous and insecure that it was not possible to fully appreciate the moment. Now it was different. Foursomes became a common thing in your lives and every time it was incredible. Supreme always had the best orgasms when you let him cum in your mouth while he watched Defender and Stephen fucking you. It was so fucking hot. He was sure he could get stressed and jealous sometimes, but he could never be bored with the life you led. He often felt like he was living inside a porn movie. In the best way.

"Tell me, honey, what do you want to do with us tonight?" He teased when he realized how unsure you were about your next steps.

You bit your lip and then glanced to the two levitation cloaks still tied to his and Stephen's shoulders.

"Could you leave us alone for a moment?" You asked, gently stroking his blue cloak.

The two sentient relics flew out the door and slammed the door on the way out. His cloaky looking particularly offended at being left out.

"I'm pretty sure he wanted to stay and watch." Supreme joked, drawing a soft laugh from your lips.

"He's a brat. So different from Cloaky."

"The relic acquires the owner's behavior." Stephen teased.

"It's explained then" You said, approaching Supreme and kissing him with the passion he would never get used to. Sometimes it was impossible to understand how you could love him so much when he knew how complicated he was. But you loved him and that was always very clear in the way you touched him and especially kissed him.

You broke the kiss and smiled at him, "I love you. I know I say it every day, but today it's even more important to say it."

Supreme opened his mouth to respond, but you were ripped away from him by Stephen's arms, who pulled you to his chest in a clear display of jealousy. You giggled. You loved that. Supreme knew very well. You hated it when they fought - and they fought all the time - but you loved it all the same. You loved the triple attention you received, the kisses, the caresses and vows of love you received every day.

"Now you're going to have to say that to me too, sweetheart. You know I'm a jealous man." Stephen teased and you let out small giggles.

You held his face in your hands and spoke softly. "And I thought Supreme was the most jealous of the Stephens."

"Don't underestimate me, love."

You smiled openly, "I love you, Steph. You know how much."

He smiled proudly, "Then show me, kiss me and call me what you call me when we're alone."

Supreme felt the familiar tightening in his chest that jealousy caused in him and you gave Stephen a reprimanding glare.

"Come on, sweetheart. They know."

Supreme rolled his eyes when you smiled in surrender and kissed Stephen hard.

"I love you Steph. My Stephen."

He smiled smugly, but it was cut off by your direct order. "Now get in that shower, because I love you, but you're all sweaty."

He chuckled nodding in agreement "Yes ma'am."

Supreme even tried to stop himself from laughing, but he couldn't. However, you approached him right away.

"You too, Stephen. You three are sweaty."

He smirked "Want me to get in the shower with him?"

Defender chuckled, but said nothing.

"The idea is temptingly sexy, but I think you'd better use your shower."

He agreed, but couldn't help but point out "I thought we would get straight to the best part, that you were missing us so much and couldn't wait to have us in your arms."

"I am and that was the idea, but reality often prevails over fantasy and the three of you are smelling the heat of Kathmandu."

Ouch. "Okay, I'm coming." He said surrendering. Stephen was already in the shower, the sound of the water indicating that Supreme was behind in the race to get back into your arms first.

...

You were super self-conscious about being the only naked person there and wearing those heels on top of that. The sexy image of the situation that popped into your head when you sent the text to them was long gone, but all it took was a smile from Defender to make you feel better.

"I'm still surprised by how naturally you can deal with the three of us, you know? It's almost as if you were made for us." He said pulling you into his arms.

"Almost?" You asked with a raised eyebrow, to which he smiled in surrender.

"Definitely made for us." He corrected and kissed you tenderly.

"Practice makes perfect."

"In our case, I would say that time has helped a lot. Do you remember last year?" He teased to which you grimaced.

"Don't even remind me."

He laughed softly "I'm going to take a shower too. Wait for me. Promise?"

You smiled throwing yourself onto the bed "I'll be right here. Don't be long."

You lay down on the bed, pulling Stephen's pillow close to your nose so you could bask in his scent and a victorious smile played on your lips as you realized for the thousandth time that you were about to go to bed with three Stephens. Sex was important. God, the sex was incredible, but what really enchanted you about it was the realization of being loved by Stephen. Some people are never loved, you were loved and not just once but three times and by the same man. That meant something.

Defender always talked to you about how he believed that the love you felt for each other went beyond the barriers of universes and you couldn't say how, but you were sure he was right. You loved Stephen the moment you first saw him and it was like that with Defender and Supreme and god help you, you would never say that to them, but if ten more Stephens appeared in your universe, you would have no choice but to love them too.

You were so absorbed in your own thoughts that you even noticed that Stephen had gotten out of the shower, only realizing it when his baritone voice pulled you out of your reverie.

"A penny for your thoughts." He teased and you smiled, rolling over on the bed so you could see him. He was wet from the shower, the towel tied around his waist but hanging dangerously below his v line, his hair wet and carelessly pulled back.

"God, you're a beautiful bastard."

He raised his eyebrow and a cocky smile played on his lips.

"So that's what you were thinking about? How beautiful I am?"

You rolled your eyes dramatically. "Don't be cocky. Come on, put your tongue to do something more productive than bragging."

He threw himself on the bed, crawling over you and tickling the sides of your ribs, which made you giggle.

"No, please Steph, I can't..."

"Not so bossy now, are you?" " He teased "Then tell me how you want me to use my tongue then."

You held his face in your hands. “Like this.”

You kissed him hard and he hummed adorably on your lips, but soon after he took control of the kiss and started to grind an obvious erection on your thigh.

"Look what you do to me. You haven't even touched me yet and I'm already like this. To be honest, you've made me hard since you sent me that photo. You have no idea how much I wanted to abandon what I was doing and come home to fuck you."

You smiled smugly and kissed his lips again "It worked then."

"You have no idea" He said on your lips "But I would rather have this night just for the two of us."

You pouted "Behave. You know how important it is for me to have these moments for the four of us, especially on special dates like today."

He smirked "I know you're dirty and insatiable, that's why you need three of me to handle you."

You felt your face flush, but there was no reason to deny it. "It's true, but it's only because I love you so much. That's what I was thinking actually, how I love you so much to the point of loving three versions of you."

He kissed you and went back to grinding himself on your thigh. He was trying to hold back, but you knew he was dying to have you and knowing that made you feel so powerful.

"Sometimes I think I don't deserve so much love..."

"Shhh, of course you do. You deserve that and more. And you can accuse me as much as you want of being insatiable for wanting three of you, but we both know that you like sharing me in bed."

Now it was his turn to blush and that made a petulant smile appear on your lips.

"Do not tease me." He warned, but you weren't about to go back on your words.

"Why not? What are you going to do? Fuck me senseless? Hard and rough? Thank god, that’s what I want."

He held your chin tight. "That's what you're going to get if you don't behave."

"Then I won't behave." You threatened and Stephen pulled you into his lips, but the two of you were interrupted by the creak of the door opening and Supreme's voice.

"And why won't you behave, honey?" He asked and you just smiled watching him approach. He was only dressed in sweatpants and his face was slightly flushed showing that he had shaved before coming back to you. He threw himself on the bed and opened his arms waiting for you to throw yourself into them and Stephen rolled to the other side of the bed letting you have your moment together.

You hugged him and he wrapped you in his arms kissing you hard and then looked at Stephen waiting for an answer.

"She's being a brat and I warned her there will be consequences." Stephen informed Supreme and you laughed, turning to face him, but letting yourself be enveloped and pulled closer by Supreme's arms.

"Maybe I want to be punished." You confessed and Supreme groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"What did we do to deserve a girl like you, honey?"

You let out a small laugh "I hope you mean that positively."

He giggled "Always."

Stephen laughed softly and Supreme pulled you into his lips again. You let yourself be guided, your hands touched his face and a satisfied hum escaped your lips.

"You shaved. I prefer it like this." You said with a smirk to which he chuckled.

"You live with a Stephen who has a goatee and another who has a full beard but can't handle a little stubble?

You shook your head, stroking his face. "It's not the same. I like having a clean shaved Stephen." You rum your index finger on his chin "It's smooth"

Stephen giggled and you rolled closer to him pulling him to your lips “I like the differences.”

"Yeah, we know" They both laughed softly and you took turns holding their lips and hands and that felt like heaven to you. There was no other word to explain it.

Defender arrived a minute later, his hair loose as it rarely was and wearing a pair of pajama pants that made his v line and a prominent erection very visible. You wondered if he had been hard the whole time or if seeing you in bed with Stephen and Supreme had immediately left him in that state. You knew well that Defender liked to observe. All three liked it.

"We've been waiting for you, baby. Come here." You reached out to him and sat on the bed between the Stephens to welcome him with a kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he let himself be pulled on top of you, your legs opening for him to settle between them to which he moaned softly.

"She's so greedy" Stephen told Supreme "...and so fucking perfect. Fuck, sweetheart. I need you."

You smiled smugly on Defender's lips and gently pushed him to let you stand up.

"So tell me what you guys want. I confess I spent the day thinking about sucking your cocks."

"So fucking dirty." Defend hissed.

"She was never a saint, but I admit she got a lot worse with your arrival." Stephen replied with that beautiful smile on his lips.

You loved that. You loved it when they talked about you like that between them, you loved seeing them understanding each other and talking to each other as if they were a single person - which in fact they were - it was a strong turn on for you.

Supreme smiled seeming to read your mind. "I think she might start with that, don't you? I can only speak for myself, but I've been dying for a blowjob ever since I saw that text."

Stephen nodded "Yeah, me too. But I'm going to want more than a simple blowjob and she knows that."

Defender chuckled and you pouted feigning innocence.

"Are you going to let these two mean Stephens abuse me, baby?"

He cupped your face in his hands and hummed condescendingly, "More than that, baby. I'll love watching."

You could have cum with just those words. You were so wet between your legs that your thighs were sticking together and you could smell your arousal. All that teasing, the game you played was exactly what worked for you, it was what made you love having the three of them at the same time and it worked perfectly when they behaved themselves and tonight they were more than determined to behave, apparently.

"I think I saw a blush on these cheeks." Stephen teased and you stuck your tongue out at him.

"Shut up and get comfortable you three."

They laughed and got comfortable on the bed, sitting next to each other and that sight never failed to impress you. It was so pornographically glorious. You smiled to yourself and tied your hair in a bun with the same determination as a warrior preparing for a fight. You were definitely a woman on a mission.

"Come here, sweetheart, I want to be first." Stephen asked, extending his hand to you. You crawled over to him and kissed him sweetly and your hands freed him from the towel. He raised his hips enough for you to pull and throw it on the floor. He was so hard already. The tip was red and slightly sticky with precum. You couldn't resist, so you held him tight and kissed his head feeling your eyes close and a moan of satisfaction escape your lips as the other Stephens giggled.

"Don't get cock drunk yet, honey, there are two more cocks to suck." Supreme teased.

Stephen held your face, taking his cock in his hand and impatiently directing it into your mouth. "Take it, sweetheart. Give me a hard suck."

You opened your mouth big for him and did as he asked, emptying your cheeks to suck hard, which made him moan outrageously loud. "Oh yeah, sweetheart. Show me what you can do."

But he didn't give up control, on the contrary, he held the back of your head and pushed you against his dick making you swallow it whole and gag in the process.

"Look at that!" Supreme exclaimed and you couldn't see him now with your eyes closed, but you'd bet all your chips that he had his cock in his hands, jacking off as he watched. He was dirty like that, and you loved that about him.

You could barely breathe with your mouth stuffed with Stephen's cock like that, tears welled up in your eyes and ran down your face.

"She takes it so perfectly." Defender pointed out. "She was made for us, wasn’t she?"

Stephen moaned in satisfaction, taking his cock out of your throat to let you breathe.

"I could cum in your throat right now. That's how good this mouth in my cock feels, sweet girl."

You coughed and ran your hands over your face to wipe away the tears and smiled. "I love when you call me like that."

Stephen smirked, "Yeah? You love everything I do to you, sweetheart. Now come here and give me a kiss before I let you go with them."

You let yourself be pulled to his lips and kissed him hard, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"I love you." You said between his lips.

"I love you too. Go now and make me proud."

"Always" You assured, letting yourself be enveloped by Defender's arms. He kissed you hard. Harder than usual and his fingers tangled in your hair and your knees went weak.

"Seeing you with them drives me crazy, baby. I can't deny that I like this more than I should." He confessed in your ear, but loud enough for the others to hear.

"They like it too" You teased throwing a mischievous glance at the other two. "Let's give them something to watch."

Defender smirked letting you free him from his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear and you doubted there was anything sexier than a handsome man wearing pants without underwear. You threw his pants on the floor and planted a kiss on his lips before spitting into your hand and holding him, moving up and down slowly, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.

One of the things that became increasingly clear to you as time went by was that they were different in almost every way even though they were the same person. With Defender what worked was calmness, glances, affection. He might fuck you harder eventually, but almost every time you made love it was slow, calm and delicious. And that was how he liked to be touched.

He bit his lip to hold back a moan when you bent down and gave a long lick from the base to the tip, stopping to flick your tongue on the head.

You smiled proudly. "Don't hold back, baby. Let me hear you. I like hearing how happy I'm making you." You asked, taking him in your mouth and sucking slowly, using your tongue all the time the way he liked.

He moaned louder, but still restrained. One of his hands grabbed your hair, but he didn't push. Defender never pushed. "So, so happy, baby. Shit... this lips feels so good wrapped around my cock like that."

You felt his cock throbbing in your mouth and you took it out of your mouth smiling your best smile at him. "Yeah? Your cock feels amazing pulsing in my mouth too. But I don't want you to cum yet, baby."

He shook his head "It doesn't matter, you know I have as many rounds as you want to give you."

"Shit, that sounded presumptuous even to us, but coming from him it sounds even weirder." Supreme teased, but Defender completely ignored him pulling you into his lips.

"Tell me you love me." He asked softly on your lips and you buried your face in his neck, surrendering to his charm.

"More than anything, baby. Love you so much."

Defender held your chin and kissed you softly. "Better not let Supreme hear that." He said with a provocative smile on his lips that wasn't really like him, but that made him even more handsome.

Impatient, Supreme took your hand pulling you from Defender's lap gently but insistently. "Come here, honey. I've waited too long."

You couldn't help but giggle at the serious way he said it. As if you were somehow making him suffer by waiting his turn.

You let yourself be manhandled and he positioned you straddling his lap. "Always you, isn't it, Supreme Strange?"

He smirked positioning his shaking hands to the sides of your neck and pulling you into a hungry kiss.

"You complain, but you love the way I am, honey."

You could have rolled your eyes, but you didn't want to provoke him so you didn't. "If what you want is for me to suck your cock, you should try to be less cocky."

He gave you that beautiful sideways smile of his, "But I know you want to blow me as much as I want it."

"Seriously, just for tonight, can't you be less of yourself, Supreme?" Stephen complained and although you weren't looking at him, you could almost hear his eyes rolling.

"You better get to work, honey."

You let out a small giggle and dismounted his lap, helping him get rid of the pants he was wearing and immediately took him in your hands. He was so deliciously hard for you, the tip wet with precum from being stimulated by his own hands. You licked the tip to savor the salty taste and this time you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling back, but for an entirely different reason.

"Oh fuck, honey. Put it all in your mouth, please. Suck it hard, make me cum. I don't care. You know I'm going to stay hard for you anyway."

You did exactly what he asked, adding one hand to his balls, stimulating him as much as possible, rotating the other hand at the base while sucking and licking. Taking your time and enjoying it as much as him.

"So delicious... fuck, honey, keep going just like that. Gonna fill your mouth with milk. I spent all day thinking about doing that."

You hummed contentedly and went even deeper, taking him all the way to the back of your throat and hearing the sounds of approval from the other Stephens at the same time as you felt the mattress dipping and Stephen moving in your peripherals.

"Get your pretty ass up for me, sweetheart." Stephen asked, slapping your ass cheek and you obeyed, moaning loudly when you felt his tongue lapping your folds, the friction of his goatee making you see stars. You immediately started moving your hips against his mouth and he grabbed your thighs, correctly taking the action as encouragement.

Supreme grabbed your hair with one of his hands and pushed you against his cock making you swallow him completely.

"F-Fuck... take it, honey. Take all of it. Oh shit." He moaned loudly spilling down your throat and making your eyes water. He took his cock out of your mouth allowing you to vocalize the pleasure that Stephen's fierce tongue was providing you now that he was sucking your ass.

This was new for you and you didn't understand how it could be so pleasurable, but Stephen had the gift of addicting you to new and different things and you loved it. Sex with them could never get boring.

Supreme patted your cheek and ran his hand through the hair that insisted on falling across his forehead. "That mouth of yours is otherworldly, honey. I just put my dick inside it and I cum."

You smiled, but before you could respond a moan broke through your lips when Stephen added his fingers to the sum of the stimulation, penetrating you with them.

"That's it. Moan loudly for us. Let us hear how good it feels." Supreme teased, holding your chin with one hand and making you suck his index finger.

“Delicious,” Stephen rasped. "I could spend the whole night like this."

But contrary to what he said, he pulled away enough to direct his cock at your entrance and forced it slowly. "So fucking tight. No matter how many times I fuck this pussy, it's always so tight."

You moaned loudly feeling yourself being impaled by his cock and Supreme smirked at something Defender said and walked away letting him get closer to you.

"I want your mouth a little more, baby. Please." He asked, kneeling on the bed in front of you. You placed your hands on his thighs and took him in your mouth again, sucking voraciously. It was hard to be gentle when Stephen was fucking you so hard.

Defender took your hair in his hands and let himself be carried away by the moment. "Fuck baby, so good. You suck my cock so good."

You kept your eyes open to watch him, he had his eyes fixed on Stephen fucking you and you knew that was exactly what was making his dick throb so hard in your mouth. The obscenity of it all.

"Oh God, baby. I love watching you get fucked like this. So fucking hot."

Stephen slapped your ass in agreement. "Come on, sweetheart, suck his cock and make him cum in your mouth. I want to see it." He ordered, increasing the strength of his thrusts, which became increasingly irregular.

Defender moaned loudly and you felt his thighs shaking. "Oh baby... gonna cum... oh yeah baby, can I cum in your mouth?"

You hummed positively and a part of your brain thought it was cute that he had even bothered to ask.

"F-Fuck... oh come on baby... take it..." His voice sounded broken as hot cum filled your mouth. A lot of it.

"So fucking good..." He mumbled between moans, caressing your face and taking his cock out of your mouth. "Let me see it."

You obeyed, opening your mouth so he could see his cum inside and then swallowing and sticking your tongue out at him dramatically so he could see.

"Beautiful. So fucking beautiful." He murmured, bending down to kiss you and Stephen moaned loudly, giving two harder thrusts and then spilling himself inside you.

"Oh fuck, sweetheart... You're too good to be true." He confessed breathlessly and then pulled out. His cum dripping down your abused pussy.

Your legs shook and you fell face down on the mattress, but Supreme pulled you into his arms.

"Look what you do to us. It's impossible to last when you're so irresistible."

You smiled, pulling him to your lips. "Is this a complaint?"

You heard Defender and Stephen giggling and the sound filled your heart with such great love with the realization that you were having this moment together and they weren't fighting each other, on the contrary, you could swear that at that point they were practically united against you and you didn't know if you could take it.

"And what man would be crazy to complain about having a woman like you, honey?"

You pulled him back to your lips while squeezing your thighs together. They could have had theirs, but you needed to have yours and if possible, you wanted to have it more than once.

Supreme got the message quickly and got between your legs, spreading them with his arms and holding them open while he eat you. He didn't care that Stephen had cum in you seconds before and the notion of that only made the oral even more pleasurable. Your back arched and your eyes closed immediately and a pornographic moan escaped your lips. You could cum right then if he continued, but Supreme had other plans. He licked your ass, leaving enough saliva there and directed his dick at your entrance, penetrating it slowly.

You still remembered the first time you had anal, it was with Supreme and you were so uncertain about the whole thing, but now you loved it, you loved the strange sensation and the peculiar pleasure that took over once he was inside you. . You liked it so much that you wondered if there was something wrong with you since women aren't supposed to enjoy it that much.

Supreme moaned loudly, laying on top of you slowly and giving your body time to get used to the sensation, then he grabbed your thigh and pulled it so that you intertwined your legs around his waist, allowing him to go even deeper.

"Oh Stephen... feels so good." You confessed, wrapping your arms around him. "Move, please."

He did as you asked, moving slowly at first, but gradually increasing the intensity of his thrusts until he reached a frantic rate.

"Y-Yes, oh yes, Steph, just like that, fuck me just like that..."

He took your lips in a desperate kiss, fucking you at the same rhythm incessantly, the bed creaked, the headboard hit the wall and your moans were so loud. Next thing you know, you had one of your hands between you rubbing your clit to get as much stimulation as possible and your legs were shaking and you felt like you were about to cum. No one could be more sexually fulfilled than you at that moment, but that was exactly the problem, you didn't want to finish, not yet.

"Wait... Stephen... wait. Gonna cum... don't make me cum yet."

He stopped and pulled out with a cocky smile plastered on his lips. "That good, uh? Want me to stop for a bit and let the others have fun with you now?"

You nodded biting your bottom lip. Something about the way he said it sounded so dirty.

He rolled to the side running his hand through his hair "You can barely handle one, how can you handle the three of us?" He teased and you found the strength within you to tease back "I can take it. I always do."

He chuckled in satisfaction at your response and you opened your arms allowing Defender to snuggle into them.

"Baby, I need you. Tell me you're ready for me again."

He let himself be hugged and kissed you hard. His lips moved up to your ear and he confided. "I haven’t even softened, baby."

You pulled him to your lips again, but pushed him away so you could get on top of him. He hummed contently letting you take control and direct him inside you. It was to be imagined, given the rivalry that existed between them, that Defender would not like to be in a submissive position when the other Stephens were around. In fact, it was like that at first, but now he didn't care and you were sure the others loved watching. Before Defender you weren't used to being in that position, but with him you got a taste for it and there was nothing in the world that made you feel more powerful than riding him.

His shaking hands grabbed your waist and he moaned loudly feeling you sink down onto his dick. You grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him to your lips, kissing him desperately as you began to move up and down and gyrating your hips sensually as you did so. You lolled your head back, letting yourself be carried away by the pleasure you felt and Defender took the opportunity to bury his face between your breasts. The other Stephens watched attentively and Stephen, unable not to intervene, grabbed your chin and kissed you.

You kept your pace fast and steady, your body responding to the sensations in all the right ways.

"Oh god, baby, cock feels so good inside me, make me wanna cum so hard." You confessed between moans and Defender pulled you back to his lips.

"Cum for me then, baby. Don't hold back. We've all had one, it's your turn now. You can use me to have it. Fuck me any way you want."

How sweet. He was always so sweet and wonderful all the time that it didn't surprise you that the others were a little more jealous when compared to him and to be honest, you loved it.

"Oh shit, baby. Gonna cum." You moaned loudly, riding him faster and harder, feeling the familiar knot tighten in your stomach.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and your pussy contracted tightly around him.

"Fuck baby... squeezing me so hard... gonna make me cum too."

You were so lost in your pleasure that you could barely form a complete sentence "Please... with me."

Defender moaned loudly, wrapping his arm around your waist and helping you move on top of him and your hands got lost in his hair, pulling him to your lips in one last act of passion and ecstasy until you both came together amidst moans and loudly breathing.

You both came down from your high slowly and there was a proud smile on Defender's lips. He kissed you gently and helped you dismount him.

"Come here, sweetheart." Stephen asked, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. "Let's play a little, what do you think? Me, you and Supreme. You always feel so tight with two dicks inside you."

You bit your bottom lip feeling your cheeks flush, but you let yourself be manhandled. He positioned you on top of his dick and entered you slowly. The squelching sound it made from you being filled with cum was so obscene and so good. You moaned loudly. It didn't matter that you had just cum, you wanted more.

Stephen kissed you and moaned into the kiss. Supreme came from behind, positioning himself in the best way to make the three of you comfortable. The tip of his cock poked your ass and you closed your eyes feeling him slowly penetrate you. It was always a strange sensation, you felt too full and uncomfortable before the pleasure appeared, but it appeared and was always very strong.

"Oh yeah, honey, such a tight ass... squeezing my dick so hard."

You moved slow. Stephen held your waist and helped you slowly move up and down and Supreme carefully moved back and forth. The thing with double penetration is that it's not like it is in the movies, for all parties involved to feel pleasure you need to do it slowly, but once you learn how to do it, it's addictive.

"Oh Stephen... feels so good."

You let yourself be pulled into Supreme's lips and then back into Stephen's as they both thrust into you at a lazy, infectious pace. You loved being fought over like that, there was something devilishly sexy about taking turns between two men's lips. "So fucking good... fucking me... good."

The two laughed softly, observing that you could barely formulate a sentence at that point.

Supreme placed one hand on the headboard and the other on your shoulder and increased the strength of his thrusts and you and Stephen moaned together with the increased stimulation.

"Shit, gonna cum in your ass, honey. Its too good... too tight... I can't..."

He moaned loudly and the grip of his hand on your shoulder also tightened and you felt him cuming inside you.

"F-fuck yes..." He gasped "Oh shit." He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a hard kiss and then pulled out and threw himself on the bed.

Stephen took the opportunity to hold you around your waist and place you underneath him with your face on the mattress and your ass in the air. He quickly penetrated you again and you moaned loudly feeling the delicious sensation of being fucked from behind. But he wasn't gentle, he was too far beyond that, too lost in his own pleasure.

Thrust after thrust he fucked you, pushing your face against the mattress and moaning loudly, completely surrendered, looking for his release.

"You love this, don't you?" He teased "Tell me how much you love taking it from behind."

You moaned loudly feeling like you were close to cumming again. That was something that before the Stephens you thought was impossible, but anal orgasms were possible and were usually the most intense ones you had.

"Steph... gonna make me cum... again." You confessed, completely surrendering to him.

"Yeah? Are you going to cum with my dick in your ass? So fucking dirty. You love being a dirty girl for us, don't you? That's why you sent that text to the three of us, because you wanted to be fucked like that... like a fucking whore."

“Y-yes” You stammered feeling his teasing push you over the edge.

"Then be a good girl and cum with daddy's cock in your ass. Show the other Stephens how much you enjoy it. Come on, sweetheart, I'm right behind you. I'm going to fill this sweet ass with cum."

You moaned loudly, letting yourself be pushed towards the oblivion of everything earthly and launching yourself into ecstasy. Your legs shook beneath him, your entire body shook with the force of your orgasm.

Stephen gave three more thrusts and stopped completely, moaning and letting himself spill inside you. When he was done he brushed your hair away from your face and kissed the top of your head gently and then pulled out and rolled it to the side.

It took you a few seconds to catch your breath and finally turn around and face the ceiling with a silly smile on your lips.

"This was amazing." You praised before giving in to the giggles. "I doubt there is a woman in this world who is more sexually fulfilled than I am tonight."

The three giggled and you felt yourself being pulled into Stephen's arms. He kissed the top of your head before pulling you to his lips. "I can say the same, sweetheart. No man could be happier than we are to have you."

You wrapped your arms around him and felt the tiredness domination you.

“Tired?” Stephen teased.

You smiled lazily “ I think I need a shower, I'm dripping cum."

The three of them burst into laughter and Defender took the lead, extending his hand to you and helping you stand up.

...

"The pasta is done, baby, we can add it to the sauce now." Defender reported being extremely helpful. He had offered to help you finish dinner while the other Stephens were in the shower and you couldn't refuse to have that sweet domestic moment with him.

"The sauce is already boiling. Can you add the pasta for me while I stir?"

He did as you asked and came back with the parmesan cheese he had magically grated for you to use.

Without holding back, he stole a strand of pasta to try. "It's divine, love. I love the food you make, the seasoning you add... divine." He praised searching for your lips. You kissed him softly and then pulled away, handing him the platter with the roast and vegetables. "Can you take this to the table for me, baby?"

He nodded, taking the dish and walking away and you couldn't help but laugh when you realized how you both were dressed. So different from what you had planned and yet so perfect. He was shirtless, barefoot, with his hair in a bun and was only wearing pajama pants.

"What it it?" He asked confused.

"Nothing" You said "I just realized that we're going to have our romantic dinner dressed like we're having a sleepover."

He smirked "I like seeing you in my old t-shirts."

You smiled hearing the familiar chatting of the other Stephens approaching. "And I love wearing them. Now take these and come back to get the pasta."

He smiled “Yes, love.”

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