𝓥𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝖛𝖔𝖓 𝕯𝖔𝖔𝖒/ Victor von Doom ► Descriptive, Knowledgeable, Experienced. ► 13 years running. ► Prime Earth (616), original stories. ► Adult Themes (21+), Strong Language, Intense Violence. ► OC friendly. Crossovers welcomed. ► ↺ & ♡ / Repost & Like #MarvelRP Story-focused. Single character focus but can and will write others within stories. Banter gained after familiarity. Multi-ship. DMs are open for writing and plotting. NSFW disclaimer: Erotic and graphic material can appear within threads on the TL. The majority will be relegated within DMs. Do not approach if this bothers you. NSFW Images will be blurred. Erotic material by direct mentions only, not quoted reposts. Lewd/Story flexible. Preference is lewd involved with a story. Literacy and descriptiveness are expected. Signed: the.xn--overseer-l735g

[Starter for @ANotchedArrow] For three weeks Kate had interrupted the same pattern: small exchanges of unmarked crates, men who scattered after a single arrow through a tire or a shoulder. No high-value targets. No backup. On the fourth night in the warehouse district she dropped from the catwalk with her bow already drawn and ordered the men away from the van. They froze. One of them looked past her. A figure in a matte black catsuit closed the remaining distance in a single silent rush, face fully covered. Kate turned and loosed. The arrow struck center-mass and stopped. The figure did not slow or stagger. It continued forward, already inside her guard, and drove a short palm-heel strike into the center of her chest. The force folded her. The bow hit the concrete. She was unconscious before she reached the ground. The operative secured Kate’s wrists, lifted her without effort, and carried her to the waiting van. The doors closed. The vehicle left the district. Time passed in transit. When it stopped she was carried from the van into a different structure, through corridors, and into a dim room. There she was placed in a chair and secured—wrists, ankles, and torso bound with thick straps that held even when her weight shifted. Her bow and quiver were already gone. Kate’s eyes opened. A figure in armor and mask stood a short distance in front of her, cape hanging still. The voice that followed was calm and faintly amused. “So it appears I have finally seized the hawk that has been raiding my nests.” Doom did not step closer. He simply watched her, hands clasped behind his back.

👁: Might I suggest...

It was with that open invitation that Doom would soon correct himself. The blown kiss, the knowing look on her face, playing with fire... He took a step forward before she could make her way out of the room. "Let me escort you to your room, Ms. Walters..." Ever the gentleman, but his motive was clear. This was not a simple escort, and she knew with his words that he played right into her dainty hands. She was in control of this moment.

He was, in fact, staring. A detail he was not quite aware of in the moment until she spoke. Unbecoming behavior. Though her question marked a thought he had not considered. "If you would..." He said with a slight aversion of his eyes. "Whichever you find comfortable."

When she walks in looking like the world stopped in that moment.

the.xn--overseer-l735g Every day I am reminded why I purchased this privacy screen for my phone when I open this app at the office...

the.xn--overseer-l735g Like if you want to discuss a plot for a story between our characters. I'm ready to get some more things going.

the audacity (was not expecting that)

👁️: I'm currently in it.

"I... never mind. I'm sure the next thing out your mouth will make even less sense when heard. I'll simply go get the whip."

Pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please, find a better way to deal with this in the future."

Doesn't mean she has to come around like a dog trying to catch a nut.

Why are you like this?