#Sorcerer Supreme|Stephen Strange

[brooklynislandgirl]

"She's a 10, but she's the only reason purple glitter pens are still a thing." (Stephen)

Wait For It....||

...Says the man who had more watches than Imelda Marcos had shoes. But Beth doesn't say that out loud. She isn't the kind of person who will reply to a harmless bit of teasing with cruelty, and the only reason it even comes to mind is because in some ways she's as comfortable with Stephen as she ever was with her brother, which makes him distinct from everyone else she knows. The only other person she's now so free with is her hanai-sister. Instead, Beth laughs. It crinkles the corners of her nose and shows her teeth. Warmth in her tone and a little touch of shyness that has her glancing down. "Well, at least my notes are immaculate an' distinctive. Know who wrote dem jus' by glancing at da page." She never imagined those years ago when she left ~though perhaps if she were honest about the situation, it was more a running away from him, from her conflicted feelings on two different fronts, and largely herself~ that she would again be working with him side-by-side. And she especially never imagined that it would be outside of the surgical field, protecting sleepers from themselves and the threats beyond their mundane lives. Threats that by and large most of them never dreamed of before, and did not really know how to process even now when they had no other choice but to accept such things were real. From within the veil of her hair she offers Stephen an adoring glance, one that has never changed from the first moment she'd ever laid eyes on him. He'd held her rapt in the lecture hall, continued to captivate her with scalpel in hand, and now as he wove the lifeblood of the universe with incantations and relics, she's still mesmerised. But it only lasts for the length of a heartbeat before she turns back to the small gathering of students.

"But don't let that fool you," she says with achingly precise words. "Master Strange is also a ten, but everything he does comes with its own soundtrack." She uses that as the basis to launch into their shared lecture about foci; ritual tools and their ability to concentrate a magician's will into the working at hand.

[unnnamedidiot]

One of my fav Dr Strange piece aaaaaaaaaa

[slasher-art]

Happy birthday again, @fanartka . :)

I hope you liked the cake that the guys made for you :D

(And everyone who is here, help yourself too :))

I wish you success, love and fulfillment of all desires, sweetheart, and most importantly peace of mind, health and that every day be happy and fill your heart with inspiration. 💋

[vertigoartgore]

1988's Marvel Fanfare Vol.1 #41 cover by cover artist Dave Gibbons (he did the interior art too).

[heckcareoxytwit]

Wong, Doctor Strange and the bystanders save Chinese New Year celebration in Chinatown by fighting off the Nian Monster.

Mighty Marvel Holiday Special: Year of the Wong Infinity Comic #1, 2022

[gfmaximoff]

America: ARE YOU-

Wong: Fucking.

America: KIDDING ME YOU-

Wong: Fucking.

America: IDIOT?!?

Wanda: …What is going on?

Wong: Stephen banned America from swearing so I’m helping her out.

[iamsherlocked1479]

Happpy New Year

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: explicit content 18+, slut shame, chocking

Description: Stephen doesn't like that you recived a compliment, he doesn't like that somebody would even consoder they had a chance with you.

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Most people are drunk right now, you’re not denying that you were, of course nobody leaves a Stark party completely sober. All beat it, most of the guests haven’t left yet, they were currently counting down to midnight last you heard the ball will drop in 10 minutes, but you couldn’t care right now. You’re currently pressed up against the padded wall of what looks like a gym, technically you hadn’t left Stark Tower yet, with your legs neatly parted over Stephen's shoulders as his tongue glided through your slick folds. 

“Oh fuck steph- we’re gonna miss the countown, we have to- shit.” Your eyes squinted shut and your hand tightened in his hair as he drew you closer to an orgasm. Your statement was thoroughly met with a grunt and a quick “I don’t care sweetheart” as his tongue continued to lap its way around your clit.

This had all started because Thor complimented your dress, he meant no harm of course only stating that you should belong with the Asgardian gods. But like always Stephen was jealous, he hated that a man would even consider himself worthy of being able to see you the way he did, a goddess in your own right. So after that one incident, at exactly 11:49pm Stephen had enough of the looks you were getting, even though you only had eyes for him, and proceeded to pull you into the nearest empty room and show exactly how only he could make you feel.

“Shhh, sweetheart, don’t want anyone hearing those sweet sounds you make for me.” He said, snaking his hand up your body to cover your mouth as you came. He lifted your legs off his shoulder and pinned you between him and the wall. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you, your hands continued to work on the buttons of his shirt as they had done earlier before he dropped to his knees for you. “Ah, ah sweetheart” he grabbed your wrists and moved your hand to his tight trousers where you palmed him through his clothes, “we gotta do this fast, i want all the others to see me kiss you at midnight.” He purred as he spun you around, tracing his cock between your folds before pushing you against the wall with a deep thrust. 

You didn’t like jealous stephen, but you loved the way he fucked, he was normally so gentle and kind making sure to touch and kiss you everyway possible before slowly drawing out orgasm after orgasm. But jealous Stephen, he fucked hard, he wasnt one for yelling or arguing, so he would take out his frustrations by pounding into you, he wanted to prove how fast he could make you cum how only he could make you feel that good. 

“You’re mine you know that right?” He purred as he sucked and nibbled at the pulse point on your neck leaving a purple mark for all to see. His cock had the perfect curve making it rub right against your g-spot in this position.

“Steph- please, i know im yours, fuck” you cried as his hand snaked around your neck bringing your head to his. He squeezed slightly, not enough to make it hard for you to breathe, but enough for your hand to clamp onto his wrist and walls to clench around his cock.

“Did you like the way Thor looked at you?” He moved his free hand to pull your dress down just enough to expose your tits to the world. “Did you want him looking at these?” He groaned with his cock twitching inside you. He grabbed on one of your tits, roughly massaging it in his hand and pinching on the nipple. “You know you’re so beautiful, I know you know every man smart enough wants you, admit it you like the attention.” He hissed, kissing your neck and thrusting even harder causing a pile of weights to tumble to the floor. “Tell me sweetheart, do you enjoy the attention?”

“Ye- shit, yes stephen. Fuck.” You moaned, your legs shaking at the overstimulation. He spun you around so that you could see yourselves in the mirrored walls, one hand gripped your chin and pointed you towards the mirror, while the other clung around your abdomen holding you in place as he kept himself inside you.

“Look at you.” He hummed in satisfaction, you looked at what you saw, your dress creased, tits popping out over the top of your dress, mascara running down your face, legs shaking, “look at us” you looked at him through the reflection, eyes darkened, hair stuck with sweat to his forehead, shirt falling down his shoulders and his trousers down only just enough to get his cock out. It was a sight to see, yet a sight you and stephen both loved to see, he loved showing you what he can do to you, and you loved that stupid dumb sarcastic smile of his. 

His arm that wrapped around your waist slid down to your clit as he continued pushing inside you, his fingers played with your clit using his precum that dripped from you as a lubricant, adding to the pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut as you could feel that knot tightening, threatening to break as your insides fluttered. Stephen moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him.

“Open your eyes” he demanded “I want you to watch as I make you cum, i want you to realise you’re a slut, but you’re my slut.” He grunted as he felt himself drawing closer to his release, his fingers now frantically swiped up and down your clit and with his cock still hitting your g-spot, the sensation became unbearable and the knot snapped, this felt different your felt yourself dripping onto him and creating a small puddle on the hard gym floor. Your knees buckled and you melted to the floor where Stephen set you on all fours, still making sure you can see yourself in the mirror. He kept himself inside you as you slumped, trying to catch your breath

“You see that, that's how good I can make you feel. Tell me what you are.” he said, giving you a single hard thrust causing the sound of skin on skin to echo through the dark room.

“Yours.” you said through breathless moans, this landed a firm yet satisfying slap on you ass as he sped up his motions.

“My what?” he said “speak up” he said moaning, following his own ecstasy

“Your slut.” you cried out, holding yourself up as you could see in the mirror that he was completely lost in the chase for his own orgasm, so you angled yourself that you were pushing yourself onto him every time he entered you. “I’m your slut stephen, yours and yours alone, my pussy is made for you.” your words only encouraged him as he moaned with the satisfaction that the lesson he had been trying to teach you had finally sunk in. 

“That's right sweetheart, your mine” His trembling hands practically vibrated as he gripped the fat of your hips turning his knuckles white. You looked in the mirror, the smell of sex filling your nostrils, you looked at the sight behind you, his biceps straining through the sleeves of that white dress shirt you loved so much, his muscular chest shining with sweat. That was the man you fell in love with, every inch of him, even his salt and pepper temples he hated so much, you loved him.

“Say it again sweetheart.” he begged, he was so close.

“I’m your slut Stephen. I want you to fill me up, make your slut drip with your cum Stephen.” you called out with a victorious smile as he came, strengthening his grip on your waist. His body caved on top of yours as he littered your shoulder with kisses.

“Did you fuck out that atitude?” you asked with a giggle

“I don’t have an attitude.” he stated, sitting back on his knees and watching his seed drip from you. “I just like to make my opinion clear.” he smiled when you jolted as he pushed his cum back into your sensitive hole.

“I think you did.” you got up and put your underwear back on, which had been left at the door, the face he pulled when he realised you were just going to keep his seed inside you almost wanted to make you do it all again, but you did have a deadline to meet. You watched as he buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back in place. “You know I love you and only you right?” 

“Of Course i do.” he walked over and kissed your forehead “i just wished other people understood that.” he clicked his fingers and your makeup and hair neatened themselves up like nothing had happened and linked his arm into yours.

“It was just a compliment Stephen, Thor didn’t mean anything by it.” you laughed to yourself as the hum of the party grew near

“You don’t know that for sure.” Stephen joked back as he grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to you.

“I know you’re jealous.” you looked at him and he rolled his eyes

“So what if I was?” he smiled “Sometimes i think you prefer it.”

“So what if I did?” your brow quirked, he opened his mouth to say something when you were interrupted by the rest of the guests beginning to count down and stephen lead you to the balcony where the others where

“3… 2… 1… Happy new year!” Stephen pulled you towards him and locked his lips with yours with a passionate kiss, you had to grip your glass so that you didn’t drop it on impact, he pulled you closer to him, allowing you to rest on his chest before finally parting.

“Happy new year sweetheart.” he smiled and gave you another peck

“Happy new year.” you smiled back

“Now correct me if i’m wrong but we need to go home, i haven’t seen you naked since last year.” he pulled your wrist

“That joke wasn’t funny last year and it still isn’t” you gave him a pity laugh

“Then why are you following me?”

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A/N: I have to say i might have gotten a little carried away with some of the language there, but im not appologising, this was based of a dream i had a few weeks back and i thought i'd turn it into a lil end of year gift for you all because in january i will have bneen posting for two years which is crazy to me because this year we have grown from around 50 followrrs to 250! which is even more crazy so, hope to get back into the swing of things next and hope you all have a great new year love ypu all sm! <3

[titojefie]

deserved it's own post

[illyanarasputinfan]

Sorceress Supreme (Earth-18133)

Nihilo Ren

@rodreisartist

Jeff Dekal

Gray

Emilio Laiso

Peach Momoko

Jason Woo

Ángel Solórzano

Stephanie Hans

@janddrawn

[moodboards-aesthetics]

Stephen Strange aka Doctor Strange

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

For all of its problems, there are still things I truly enjoy about Multiverse of Madness. Things that reflect some of Stephen's best qualities. Like his complete and immediate willingness to sacrifice his life, and even his own soul, to protect even just one other person.

We've seen this quality over and over on his MCU journey ~ and though it's a completely thankless job, he never hesitates. What the Ancient One properly called his capacity for goodness.

And the absolute brilliance and flexibility of his beautiful mind - coupled with the magic that he's built far beyond what he learned in Kamar-Taj. Dreamwalking into his own, dead Variant!

Seizing the Souls of the Damned and fashioning them into a Cloak to fly him across to Wundagore...and then using them to entrap Wanda (enough to slow her down, anyway)! Show me another MCU Sorcerer with that same ability to think out of the box and such incredible magic; magic worthy of the Sorcerer Supreme in any universe.

[brooklynislandgirl]

@tangleweave  {{xx}}

"Jus' because I wasn't, doesn't mean I don't know. An' I tole you...I know everyt'ing," she quips even if that's patently untrue. If she did, or she had any talent with the sphere of Mind, she wouldn't even need to ask him, though doing so would fracture this new relationship they were building atop the bones of the old. She also isn't so callous as to think she has the right to lay him bare for the simple sake of idle curiosity. It doesn't stop her lips twitching though, hidden as it is beyond the superficial fence of the book's covers. Something sweet, adoring exists in that flutter before it drowns in the coffee that she brings up to her lips. One of a dozen of her shark mugs. A slim dark brow raises when he makes his confession. One thing she could never deny is that Stephen's magnetism is electric. His confidence while standing before an entire auditorium of students ~all of whom hang off his every word~ is mesmerising. Something she can not fake at her best moments but seems as natural to him as breathing water is to fish.  A place of honour that suited him as does the fit of a bespoke tuxedo from an award or symposium. Hearing him describe his experience and realising how much they share when it comes to public speaking is a little mind-blowing. She would never have guessed. Something in the pit of her belly softens for him and she would like nothing more than to reach out and lay her hand over his. What keeps her from doing so is knowing he'd shrink back. Perhaps physically from surprise or pain, or emotionally. She chose to ask about vulnerability because Stephen very often doesn't let any of the cracks in his foundations show. Had she been more confident in herself in her younger years, she might have been able to provide her a certain level of comfort as a close confidant. She and Stephen had never held many secrets from one another, and anything brought up by one or the other was honestly answered to the best of their ability. At the same time, there had been boundaries she'd never felt she had the right to cross. Which is how they arrive at this moment. His voice snares around her like a net and draws her gently back out of her depth of her thoughts. With it she blooms a newer smile. This one is more fully fledged and it scrunches her nose at the corners of her eyes. She hides the points of her teeth with another sip. The seed isn't the flicker of his long, graceful fingers. It doesn't come from the books themselves. If she could pinpoint the source she might say it is more his tone. His posture. Both are far more relaxed, and there's a glint of light in his gaze. Beth rises from her seat and sets her cup aside before she slips behind him. Slowly her hands come to rest on his shoulders. Thumbs begin rubbing small circles along his c-spine before gradually she sets her other fingers to work in that rhythm on the muscles beneath. As she does so, she pours a portion of her gifts into him. Soothing inflamed nerve, providing a buffer between the misfiring communication and his neural pathways to lessen the spasms and sensations sparked by injury. A permanent sort of paradox that seems too cruel for the crime he was convicted by fate. She's asked before if he wanted her to fix it. To alter reality to her whim. Each time he's politely declined. Just as she adamantly refuses to lean in and breath in the scent of his hair, to press her lips above her fingers. "Spoken like a true philomath. Now dat you've seen behind da Veil, wha' do you t'ink is your favourite kine to study? Wha' feels like a burden dat you'd cast aside f'ya could?"

[unnnamedidiot]

Sooooo something something about me being obsessed with Strange because both him and I have shaky hands- IM SO GLAD MARVEL DIDNT ERASE THAT PART OF HIS CHARACTER-*gunshot*

[doctorofmagic]

totally not wasting time waiting for training to start at this work thing but (chinhands) what do u think abt stephen’s Love Languages™️

(YEEEEEEES!! ha ha ha YEEEEEEEEEEES! *sicko*)

I personally think his first love language is always flattery. It's honestly my favorite because he's a wizard, and as such, he has a manner with words.

Only later that his love language translates to physical touch, usually soft kisses, holding hands, touching his SO's face etc, until it becomes more and more intimate.

Now, from a headcanon perspective, I think he also loves babbling endlessly about magic (Gale-coded), and this is when he feels the most comfortable around the ones he loves, because then he ignores the fear of being annoying or patronizing. He usually pauses or is interrupted when explaining magic in canon, so I have the feeling he'd develop such a fear because no one really wants to hear him talk.

I also have the feeling that he'd use magic to write romantic letters, like a true good old-fashioned lover boy™.

Last but not least, it's canon that he plays the piano occasionally. So yep, when he sits and starts playing, you're truly seeing him in a very vulnerable and true state of expressing his feelings and love.

Stephen is really romantic and clingy when he feels safe and loved 🥺

[drstrangedaughter]

I am like this.

[korraofthereef]

Rewatching Endgame and I’m curious about something…

Do we actually know if the people who got blipped knew themselves that they were gone for 5 years when they got back? or like someone told them before everything went public..?

I know that Doctor Strange knew because Peter explained when he was talking to Tony like “Strange said we’ve been gone for five years,” et cetera…

My theory (the most popular theory) is that the one winning outcome that Dr Strange saw in Infinity War was the one where there actually had to lose first and then come back to save the world once again 5 years later (e.g. the plot of Endgame). So that would explain how Strange knew.

With that, that would also mean that Strange was the one who let all the other sorcerers know and how they transported everyone to the blown up Avengers Compound—also why there was so much of a time gap between everyone being snapped back into existence to the Avengers army showing up.

……thoughts?

(Update)

Just noticed that I got completely sidetracked from my original question lmao.

Did they know?