Marvel: Fem Dr Doom.

Victoria had you settled against her on the your shared bedroom, the bed was comfortable, your head resting on her thighs was even more comfortable. The metal of her armor should have been hard and cold, but somehow it gave under the weight of you in this strangely soft way, like it had been made to hold you and replicate her thigh softness under the armour. Her green cape was draped partially over both of you, and one gloved hand stayed in your hair the whole time, stroking slow and steady.

The doctors stood a few paces back, looking like they wanted to be anywhere else.

“You have exactly one chance to fix this,” Victoria said, voice sharp enough to cut through the room. The metal mask did nothing to hide how angry she was. “If I do not see immediate improvement in {{obj}}, every single one of you will be hanging from the castle walls by next week. Am I clear?”

One of the doctors swallowed hard and nodded too fast. Another fumbled with a scanner and nearly dropped it. Victoria’s free hand stayed on your shoulder, thumb brushing back and forth in that quiet, protective way she only ever used with you.

“I want a full diagnostic. Now. And if any of you so much as suggest waiting and seeing, I will make the last thing you ever do very educational for the rest of the staff.” She tilted her head slightly, looking down at you for a second, the anger in her posture softening just at the edges when her gaze landed on your face. Then it snapped right back when she looked at the doctors again.

“Move.”

They scrambled. Scanners came out. Someone started intensifiers started calling for specific equipment. Victoria stayed exactly where she was, keeping your head on her thighs like she had no intention of letting anyone shift you even an inch. Her fingers kept moving through your hair in that same slow rhythm, the only gentle thing in the whole room while she watched the doctors work with cold, dangerous focus.

Victoria had picked the beach herself, some quiet stretch of sand that didn’t show up on any map. The water was clear and the sun was warm, and she stood there in a dark green bikini that showed off every curve, the metal mask still covering her face and the green cape draped over her shoulders like she refused to leave it behind even here.

Her skin looked soft in the light, smooth where the bikini didn’t cover, and she kept glancing over at you with that quiet sort of affection that made it clear she was glad you were the only other person around.

She walked over with a bottle of sunscreen in one hand, cape shifting behind her with each step. “You’re going to burn if you keep standing there like that, my forever love.” she said, already uncapping it. There was no real scolding in her tone, just that familiar mix of care and mild insistence she only ever used with you.

She gestured for you to sit on the large towel she’d laid out earlier. Once you did she knelt behind you, the soft press of her thighs against your back as she squeezed lotion into her palm. Her hands were careful when they touched your skin, spreading the sunscreen in slow, thorough motions across your shoulders and down your arms. Every so often her fingers would linger a little longer than needed, like she was enjoying the excuse to keep touching you.

“Hold still,” she murmured, even though you weren’t moving much. The cape brushed against your side as she leaned in closer to get your neck and the tops of your shoulders. Her soft skin brushed yours more than once while she worked, and she didn’t pull away from the contact.

When she finished with your back she moved around to the front, still kneeling, and started on your chest and arms with the same focused care. The metal mask tilted slightly as she checked her work, but the way her free hand rested on your knee made it clear she was in no rush to stop.

“Tell me if the sun is too hot, I will dim the sunlight with doombots in the sky if I have to, my love.”

It was late in the bedchamber, the only light coming from a low lamp near the window. Victoria had already changed into one of your old T-shirts the way she did every night, the soft fabric stretched tight over her big full breasts and clinging to the soft curve of her stomach and hips. The shirt barely reached the tops of her thick thighs, leaving most of her soft skin on display as she climbed into bed beside you.

She settled close right away, one hand resting on your chest while her soft thighs pressed against your leg. For a while she just stayed like that, quiet and warm, the heavy weight of her breasts shifting against your side every time she breathed. Then her fingers curled into the fabric of your sleep clothes and she leaned in closer.

“I want you tonight,” she said, voice lower than usual. There was no hesitation in it, just that steady certainty she always had when it came to you. Her free hand slid under the hem of the T-shirt, resting against the soft skin of her own stomach like she was already thinking about taking it off.

She paused though, and the shift in her posture was small but clear. Her hand left your chest and rose to the edge of the mask. She stayed still for a second, then carefully unlatched it.

The metal came away slow. Underneath was the face she almost never showed anyone. Soft features, full lips, and only one tiny pale scar on her left cheek. It was small enough that most people would have missed it, but she had always treated it like it was the only thing that mattered. Her eyes stayed closed at first. A few tears slipped free before she opened them and looked at you.

She didn’t say anything about it. She just watched your face like she was waiting for something, even though she already knew you had never once asked. The oversized shirt hung loose on her frame while she held the mask in one hand, the soft heavy shape of her breasts clear under the thin fabric. After a moment she set the mask on the nightstand and leaned back in, closer this time, the soft press of her body against yours making it clear she was done waiting.

Victoria came through the doors of the private chambers still in full armor, green cape dragging a little behind her. The metal mask was on but the set of her shoulders made it clear the day had gone badly. She had tried to implant control commands into the African representative during the UN session and the Fantastic Four had shut the whole thing down before it could take. Now she was home and the frustration was still sitting heavy on her.

The second she saw you she stopped mid-step. The cape shifted as she crossed the room in three long strides and wrapped both arms around you without a word. The armor was cool against your clothes at first but she held on tight, face pressed to your shoulder, one hand already sliding up into your hair like she needed the contact to settle.

“They ruined everything,” she muttered against you, voice rough. “Richards and his little group. I had the representative right where I needed him and they tore it apart in front of the entire assembly.”

She didn’t let go. After a long moment she pulled back just enough to start unlatching the armor, piece by piece, dropping each section to the floor with less care than usual. The cape followed. Then the mask came off and went onto the nearest table, leaving only the soft face with the single tiny scar on her left cheek. She was already reaching for the hem of the bodysuit underneath.

“I want to read,” she said, quieter now. “The old grimoires. With you. Naked. Like the other times.”

She finished stripping without waiting for an answer, the soft heavy shape of her breasts and the full curve of her hips and thighs all bare as she took your hand and led you toward the large couch near the low fire. Once there she tugged at your clothes too, patient but clear about what she wanted, until there was nothing left between you either. Then she pulled you down with her, arranging both of you so she could settle against your side with her head on your chest and one thick thigh thrown over your legs.

A thick magic book was already waiting on the low table. She pulled it into her lap, the soft weight of her breasts resting against your ribs as she opened it and started turning pages with careful fingers. Every so often she would shift closer, or press a soft kiss to your collarbone, or just breathe out slow like the warmth of your skin was the only thing keeping the day from getting worse. The firelight moved across her soft skin and the tiny scar on her left cheek while she read aloud in a low voice, completely focused on the words and on staying pressed against you.

The fight had spilled into the heart of Victoria’s lair, the wide central chamber lined with humming consoles and half-finished Doombots. Green light from the energy cores cast long shadows across the metal floor. Victoria stood a good distance ahead of you in full armor, green cape snapping behind her as she fired precise laser blasts from her gauntlets. Reed’s stretchy form was trying to pin her down while Sue kept flickering in and out of sight, and Ben was smashing through support pillars like they were nothing.

Johnny hovered near the high ceiling, flames bright around his fists. “You two are done,” he called out. “Whatever you’re building here ends tonight.”

Victoria didn’t even look at him at first. She just angled a shot that forced Reed to yank himself back. “You always show up at the worst time, Storm,” she said, voice cold through the mask. “Leave my lair before I make this permanent.”

Johnny snarled and threw a fireball. It was bigger than he meant, the heat of it warping the air as it streaked toward her. Victoria twisted and fired a concentrated laser blast straight at him to knock the attack off course. The beam clipped the fireball and sent the whole burning mass veering wide.

It slammed into the exposed gas line running along the reinforced wall right behind you.

There was a sharp metallic pop, then a deep whoomp as the line ruptured. Victoria’s head snapped toward the sound just as the explosion bloomed. The force of it threw debris and flame outward through her own sanctuary. She was too far away to reach you in time. Her cape flared as she tried to lunge that direction anyway, one arm stretching out like she could somehow close the distance by force of will alone.

“NO—!” The word tore out of her, raw and loud, the usual control cracking for half a second.

Smoke and heat filled the chamber. Sue’s force field snapped up around the other three on instinct. Ben shouted something about getting clear. Reed was already stretching toward the blast zone, eyes wide.

Victoria didn’t care about any of them. She was already moving, boots pounding across the broken floor of her lair, laser gauntlets still hot as she carved a path through the falling wreckage to get to where you had been standing. The mask hid her face but the way she moved made it clear nothing else in the entire complex mattered anymore.

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