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@illbringthechaosmagic sent: you don’t have to be so gentle with me. ► FROM INTIMACY PROMPTS

Stephen’s sweat drips down Wanda’s palm where she’s touching his face. He can’t help the chuckle at her words, his breath warm against the heel of her hand.

His words are low, but not any less fond. “Saw right through me, huh?”

The hand that’d pressed itself to the space by Wanda’s head to hold him up moves down, mirroring the other one so both grip her waist. Stephen had thought it’d be better to set his weight onto it instead of clinging too tightly onto her-- no need to leave marks, after all.

Maybe he’s beating himself up too much. He’s allowed to take things, sometimes. With Wanda’s permission, maybe it isn’t selfish to just--

“You know me too well.”

--dig his knees in and lift her that much higher.

There’s a slight tremor in his hands, so seals glow on the backs of them as Stephen’s magic keeps them steady. His thumbs press into Wanda’s flesh, his back straightens, and his hips pump in quicker, harder, the angle rubbing her deeply in a way that lightens his head.

“Better?” Stephen huffs, the slap of their skin louder now, wetter. Chills of pleasure dash down his spine.

And in the end he can’t help the grin that forms on his mouth.

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intimacy   /   non   cringy   nsfw   prompts.

tw:   nsfw   (obviously).

touch me.

please touch me.

i need you.

i want you.

i trust you.

you look so beautiful / handsome.

be quiet.

make me.

i just want to feel something.

make me feel something.

i couldn’t stop thinking about you.

you don’t have to be so gentle with me.

be gentle with me.

my clothes look better on you. 

is that my shirt?

this doesn’t mean anything.

don’t get attached.

try not to fall in love with me.

i want to be more than friends.

we’re just friends.

what are we?

what am i to you?

i love your bedhead.

just kiss me.

shut up and kiss me.

can i kiss you?

let me distract you.

i’ve missed you.

are you flirting with me?

say please.

please.

undress me.

is this okay?

are you sure?

tell me you want me.

come back to bed.

i don’t want to get up.

don’t go.

stay.

you’re so tense.

just relax.

i think i’m in love with you.

i love you.

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Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022), dir. Sam Raimi

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@illbringthechaosmagic​ sent: do you want me to stay ? ► FROM MORBID CURIOSITY

A part of him considers the futile exercise of telling Wanda it’s up to her whether she wants to stay or not. But he knows that isn’t the answer either of them are looking for. Clearing his throat, his gaze drifts to the side.

“I do,” he ends up admitting, not without tremendous effort. Being honest about his feelings is worse than having all his teeth pulled out.

“It’s... been good. Having your company.”

Stephen’s thumbs, trembling as they are, hook into the pockets of his jeans.

“I haven’t, uh... gotten used to Wong’s absence, I feel. But you probably already knew that.”

After all, the Sanctum Sanctorum’s never looked messier since he moved in. The whole “adjusting to being alone again” bit that comes after losing your roommate to the duties of being Sorcerer Supreme is the most embarrassing thing in the world.

“So if you want to stay, I’d...” Spit it out, Strange. “I’d certainly like that.”

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↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

why are you such a pessimist ?

did you know them ?

can we call it a day ?

where did you come from ?

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Benedict Cumberbatch as Stephen Strange in Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Dir. Sam Raimi

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myfriendsareenablingmyshit​:

[Text]: Come on now mon ami. Surely you can take a guess.

[TXT] I could. But it’s also a pretty big state. [TXT] I suppose you can surprise me tomorrow.

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myfriendsareenablingmyshit​:

[Text]: Sure you wanna leave this up to me Doc? [Text]: Don’t get to go home much. If there’s somethin to miss it’s the food.

[TXT] And where would home be?

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there is a light that never goes out // @hopexncarnate

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myfriendsareenablingmyshit​:

[Text]: Of course not. No one lets gambit get away with shit.  [Text]: Though looking at some shit? Fair. [Text]: Dinner doesn’t sound like a bad payment. You have somethin in mind?

[TXT] I don’t know. I haven’t eaten out in a while. [TXT] I can get you anywhere in the world, though. Craving anything?

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myfriendsareenablingmyshit​:

[Text]: Shit. Figured we both kind of messed up our aim. [Text]: Other than whenever we help you with something when do you think we actually deal with magic mon ami? [Text]: I’m guessing I don’t actually have a say in this?

[TXT] No, I’m afraid not. [TXT] I’ll buy you dinner as compensation, though.

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myfriendsareenablingmyshit​:

[Text]: Hey! This wasn’t even entirely my fault. Scott was there too. Why am I getting all the blame? [Text]: I wouldn’t say a quarter. [Text]: Besides that, can’t you magic that fixed in like seconds? So What’s the problem?

[TXT] It wasn’t Cyclops’ optic beams that decimated my roof. [TXT] I was going to ask if you knew how many layers of protective magic I have to set into the Sanctorum before, during, and after building, but I think I know the answer to that one. [TXT] Shall I pencil you in for helping with repairs tomorrow, then?

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@myfriendsareenablingmyshit​ said: [ text ] I’m a freaking delight !  (Remy) ► FROM TEXT MESSAGES

[TXT] I won’t say you’re without redeeming qualities, Gambit, but you blew up a quarter of the Sanctum Sanctorum’s roof. [TXT] That wasn’t very delightful of you.

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“The consolation was, OK, Cain lives. He begs God to kill him, and God says, no, that would be too easy. That wouldn’t do the lesson. You’re going to live. And you’re going to live in shame and isolation and at the fringes of all human worlds. And I thought, well, that’s it. That’s what I’ll do — because I didn’t want to die, not at that point. I wanted to live, but you can’t live in a world without meaning. To be Cain is, obviously, also grandiose, but children are grandiose, aren’t they. They do think they’re at the center of some story, even if it’s a bad one.”

- On Being with Krista Tippett, Gregory Orr: Shaping Grief With Language.

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You’re full of tricks, wizard.

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giveninservice​:

A snort escapes him at that, “Yeah I definitely feel you on that, pal.”

After all, he’s been unconscious for a lot of shitty things too. There’s an aspect in common. This other guy seems like a pretty cool dude- hell, he’d probably qualify just with the whole portal thing alone in Bucky’s book, he finds that shit fascinating- and like Bucky, he seems to be exhausted.

“Honestly? I’m not sure I’ve ever really stopped fighting since 1942. Certainly doesn’t feel like it half the time.”

He finds it all too easy to forget sometimes that people know who he is (and in the Bucky sense, thank god, not the Winter Soldier sense). He can remember the sheer strangeness of seeing his own face up in a museum when he’d first been clawing his memories back piece by piece. Remembered reading the bio they’d given him and snorting at how many things they’d gotten wrong, even if he hadn’t been able to place at the time why they were wrong.

“You okay? Anything I can do?”

“Uh...”

You could press into this muscle for me, a less self-conscious version of Stephen would say. But his hands are ugly, and his scars are rough, and anyone who’s ever seen them outside Kamar-Taj always have these questions in their eyes. He isn’t sure if “shame” is even the right word for it any more; it’s just horrifyingly uncomfortable in its vulnerability, is all.

His discomfort seems even more pretentious when he considers the whole Winter Soldier debacle. Stephen won’t pretend to know everything about it, but the huge metal arm and what appeared on the news what feels like an eternity ago don’t paint pretty pictures, anyway.

“The talking helps.” Which isn’t obvious, given a particular press into his palm has his muscles seizing and his biceps locking to his sides as he winces again, but that’s just unavoidable at this point. “The... distraction, I should say.”

He laughs. This is tired, too, but in general Stephen’s way too fucking tired (he just told a man to die).

“I know your name,” he says, which isn’t awkward at all, “but, er. I’m Stephen. Doctor Stephen Strange.

“I’d shake your hand, but... you’re a lot farther than I can reach.”

Ha, ha. As if he could even grip Barnes’ damn hand in the first place.