[ she looks like a drowned rat, because she hadn’t actually be expecting that ( her bad! ) so she gets doubly domed to the bone. she stands there stunned, for a few seconds, before her tentacles shoot backward and each coil around a pillow on the bed and then hurl it at intensity. ]
[He brings up his wings in front of him to block the pillowy assault and they bounce off harmlessly (mostly cotton and fluff after all) and land in the pool to float for however long until they get waterlogged and sink to the bottom.
Intensity.
On the other hand.
Leaps out of the water in an attempt to tackle D.Va to said pillow-less (or pillow-fewer) bed.
[ hm. a pillow assault hadn’t been her best and brightest idea, but there hadn’t really been much else around. ah well, maybe a few more and she cou-
grunts, her back hitting the bed as he tackles her into it. she immediately tries to grab his shoulders and flip them, but that’s probably easier said than done now that he’s got those bulky ass wings. ]
[He does have a new shiny set of bulky ass wings. Which flare and flail uselessly as she flips them. But also, he's fully clothed, soaked and struggling. So enjoy that last splash of water (like being hit by a wet dog shaking out its fur) as he is pushed down to the bed, growling.]
[ enjoy. no. never. she is so DONE getting wet, especially when it’s a slap in the face like that. she glares at him, gritting her teeth and growling right back, because like hell shes going to let you intimidate her. ]
Take your own advice, Intensity. Your defeat is the one that’s inevitable! [ the tentacles finally re-emerge and slither from over her shoulders to loom menacingly overhead for a few moments, because it’s game over, intensity. ] Nice try. Pity it wasn’t good enough. [ she chuckles as they dart forward to try to pin him in place. ]
[ and don't think for a minute she hasn't noticed that his wings seem to be on the more sensitive side. this is something she's going to attempt to exploit as soon as she's able. should be... fun. at least for her! ]
[ deciding that the bladed tentacles keeping his arms or wrists or whatever bound are good enough she removes the others from his legs. she's on top of him besides, so she's confident he's not going anywhere. she needs them to be able to mess with his wings, which is exactly what they start doing. ]
[ she breaks the kiss to catch her breath, a smile stretching the width of her face. ] S'what I thought.
[And his retort is thwarted a second time when those tentacles touch and feel and restrain his wings in a way he has certainly never experienced because he's never had wings before. He gasps when she pulls back from the kiss, heels digging into the sheets and wrists twisting violently in her grip as he tries to free himself.]
[Fun, hmmm? Well, as they continue their exploration, Intensity writhes just that much harder as the touches overload his nerves. He arches up in an (perhaps futile) effort to knock D.Va off of him, growling something low and incomprehensible in his throat the entire time.
Nope.
Doesn't look like he has anything else to say at the moment.
...my my my. It looks like I found a real sensitive spot. [ she chuckles and has them dial it back juuuust a bit. how about some feather light touches instead. that should be better, right. d.va sets a hand to his chest in an attempt to stop all of that troublesome writhing around. cut it out, intensity, and let her have some fun. you got to have plenty back in other hell. lording your control over her. ]
I wonder... [ she leans over and plants a kiss one of them. it's a bit awkward, given their positioning, but she manages. she won't be doing it again, but, hey, at least she did it the once. ] It seems like you like this, right, just look at you. [ she cups his cheeks to hold his face steady while she gives him another kiss. ] I like seeing you squirm.
[He shivers and grits his teeth at every brush of tentacle against his wings. Even feather light, the teasing is enough to have his nails dig into the tentacles still wrapped around his wrists. How do you like that, D.Va?]
You pain in the ass.
[The kissed wing flutters uselessly at the touch, perhaps even arching into it before Intensity snaps back into focus and presses them back as far as he can out of D.Va's reach]
You better not be fucking recordi---
[And then she's kissing him. Gently for now at least. And that taunt at the end makes the tips of ears burn red.
He. doesn't. squirm!
(Thought vehemently while he is indeed squirming).]
[ she. just. laughs. ] Pain and pleasure are, sometimes, one in the same. Better luck next time. [ she leans over him, so she can set her forehead to his. ] Here's a tip, Blue-Eyes, that's the wrong set of tentacles to try to play rough with. [ kisses the tip of his nose as the bladed tentacles move his bound wrists above his head and stab their serrated tips into the bed to anchor intensity in place. ]
No. [ speaks softly against his lips. she smooths a thumb over his cheek. ] Of course not. [ she smooths a thumb over his cheek. ] I don't need to record this to commit to memory. [ wink~ might as well snap a picture though!!! ]
It'd really be something if you were able to get off just from touches to your wings~
[He attempts to tilt his head back to see what the tentacles are doing to his wrists, but D.Va's forehead against his prevents him from doing that. So instead he just grinds his teeth that much more as he feels his arms shifting and being bound tighter to the bed. One tug and it's apparent that they aren't going anywhere anytime soon.
Which means now he focuses his full glare on D.Va.]
Not happening.
[And as if to accentuate his point, he flattens his wings to the bed as much as physically possible, trying to keep his reactions to the barest shifting against the sheets.]
[ she watches his attempts to see what her tentacles are doing with marked interest. it's cute, that he thinks he'll be able to wrestle himself into a position to do much of anything. oh, how the turns have tabled~ she should mock him about control or something. but, nah, her smile say more than words ever could, because she's just going to grin at him while he glares at her. ] Good. I think that'd be boring besides. We wouldn't get to have any real fun if you came during the pre-game. [ chuckles. ]
... [ oh. that's adorable. look at him do his best to keep from having a reaction. she sends her tentacles down his pants instead, because it's not like his wings are his only supposed weakness. she'll even sit up a bit to make it easier for them. ] Fine. Not more playing with your wings. [ she shrugs, the tentacles working on getting past all of that troublesome fabric, so one of them can coil around him and start stroking him lazily. not the easiest thing to do with his pants still on, but they're pretty stupid sometimes, so she'll have to help get them out of the way. ]
That is some intense (and unexpected) escalation and Intensity can't do much outside of a string of startled curse words as he is being touched and stroked in a place that is definitely more sensitive than his wings.
Which have gone back to fluttering uselessly. Again.]
Di---
[After a particularly pointed stroke, he brings up a knee roughly aimed at the small of her back. Or well. Anywhere he can make contact really.
[ and his knee connects... and knocks her forward and onto him??? so good job, now he's got a face full of d.va. mission accomplished intensity. the tentacles have startled though, so they stop for a few moments, because they don't seem to understand what the hell just happened, so that might be some sort of a plus, though she's unharmed ( and just as equally confused ) so they eventually get back to it. ]
...the fuck. [ she sits up a bit and stares at him. ] Really. [ huff. ] How about using your words, Cup Noodle. [ ok, well, not she's a bit trapped, since all of the damn things are preoccupied. ] ... [ let's just pretend that's not the case though... ] It doesn't have to be like this. Tell me what you'd like, Intensity. [ brushes his bangs aside and gives his forehead a kiss. ]
It's not my fault you didn't do anything with either opportunity.
[ shrugs and sits up and bit more until she's pressing into the tentacles. ] How about you stop jerking him off for a few seconds so I can get up, hn. [ she reaches back and tugs on one of them, but it doesn't seem to want to listen until she digs her nails in and it promptly withdraws. ]
I think it's my turn besides. [ flicks her tongue out at him as she frames her hands along the sides of her body, moving down until they eventually settle on his hips and she's able to nestle between his legs comfortably. ]
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she’s just going to drag his ass to the edge of the pool and then... hm. ]
[ dammit. this wet noodle is heeeeavy. ]
[ the tentacles let him go so she can climb out. ]
You sure you’re not going to drown yourself under the weight of your wings? [ huff. crosses her arms over her chest and shivers. she hates you. ]
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But as soon as she climbs out of the pool and has released him from her grasp...
He splashes her again.
With the full weight of his wings and as much water as he can.
She must have been expecting that to happen.]
1 / 3
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except that he did!!!
he absolutely fucken did!!!!!! ]
[ this. bitch. ]
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You’re done for!
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Intensity.
On the other hand.
Leaps out of the water in an attempt to tackle D.Va to said pillow-less (or pillow-fewer) bed.
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grunts, her back hitting the bed as he tackles her into it. she immediately tries to grab his shoulders and flip them, but that’s probably easier said than done now that he’s got those bulky ass wings. ]
Oh, hey, i- it’s the wet noodle.
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Can it, corn chip.
And take your defeat with a little dignity.
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Take your own advice, Intensity. Your defeat is the one that’s inevitable! [ the tentacles finally re-emerge and slither from over her shoulders to loom menacingly overhead for a few moments, because it’s game over, intensity. ] Nice try. Pity it wasn’t good enough. [ she chuckles as they dart forward to try to pin him in place. ]
[ no more struggling / thrashing / etc. ]
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Is it?
I can still claim victory from here. Or do you underestimate me that much?
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Hey.
Hey Intensity.
Shutup.
[ kisses him, hard. ]
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But then he has D.Va's tongue in his mouth, and suddenly that is neither possible nor important at this time.]
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[ deciding that the bladed tentacles keeping his arms or wrists or whatever bound are good enough she removes the others from his legs. she's on top of him besides, so she's confident he's not going anywhere. she needs them to be able to mess with his wings, which is exactly what they start doing. ]
[ she breaks the kiss to catch her breath, a smile stretching the width of her face. ] S'what I thought.
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You---!
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the tighter their grip. ]
[ it’s a game to them and they’re having a lot of fun. ]
Me, yep, I’m certainly right here. [ eskimo kiss! ] Anything else?
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Nope.
Doesn't look like he has anything else to say at the moment.
Nothing intelligible anyway.]
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I wonder... [ she leans over and plants a kiss one of them. it's a bit awkward, given their positioning, but she manages. she won't be doing it again, but, hey, at least she did it the once. ] It seems like you like this, right, just look at you. [ she cups his cheeks to hold his face steady while she gives him another kiss. ] I like seeing you squirm.
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You pain in the ass.
[The kissed wing flutters uselessly at the touch, perhaps even arching into it before Intensity snaps back into focus and presses them back as far as he can out of D.Va's reach]
You better not be fucking recordi---
[And then she's kissing him. Gently for now at least. And that taunt at the end makes the tips of ears burn red.
He. doesn't. squirm!
(Thought vehemently while he is indeed squirming).]
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No. [ speaks softly against his lips. she smooths a thumb over his cheek. ] Of course not. [ she smooths a thumb over his cheek. ] I don't need to record this to commit to memory. [ wink~ might as well snap a picture though!!! ]
It'd really be something if you were able to get off just from touches to your wings~
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Which means now he focuses his full glare on D.Va.]
Not happening.
[And as if to accentuate his point, he flattens his wings to the bed as much as physically possible, trying to keep his reactions to the barest shifting against the sheets.]
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... [ oh. that's adorable. look at him do his best to keep from having a reaction. she sends her tentacles down his pants instead, because it's not like his wings are his only supposed weakness. she'll even sit up a bit to make it easier for them. ] Fine. Not more playing with your wings. [ she shrugs, the tentacles working on getting past all of that troublesome fabric, so one of them can coil around him and start stroking him lazily. not the easiest thing to do with his pants still on, but they're pretty stupid sometimes, so she'll have to help get them out of the way. ]
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That is some intense (and unexpected) escalation and Intensity can't do much outside of a string of startled curse words as he is being touched and stroked in a place that is definitely more sensitive than his wings.
Which have gone back to fluttering uselessly. Again.]
Di---
[After a particularly pointed stroke, he brings up a knee roughly aimed at the small of her back. Or well. Anywhere he can make contact really.
Hey!]
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...the fuck. [ she sits up a bit and stares at him. ] Really. [ huff. ] How about using your words, Cup Noodle. [ ok, well, not she's a bit trapped, since all of the damn things are preoccupied. ] ... [ let's just pretend that's not the case though... ] It doesn't have to be like this. Tell me what you'd like, Intensity. [ brushes his bangs aside and gives his forehead a kiss. ]
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Oh no no no.
That trick doesn't work on Intensity. The gentle coaxing of telling people his weaknesses. That has always come back to haunt him.
What a clumsy trap card you played there, D.Va.]
Cute.
But I won't fall for that. If you want to know so bad, you'll have to learn the hard way.
Or~
[A smirk that has too much of an edge to be sweet]
You could tell me yours.
And let me have a turn at the steering wheel.
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Mmmmmmmno.
You had your chance besides.
Twice, actually.
In other hell and in my workshop.
It's not my fault you didn't do anything with either opportunity.
[ shrugs and sits up and bit more until she's pressing into the tentacles. ] How about you stop jerking him off for a few seconds so I can get up, hn. [ she reaches back and tugs on one of them, but it doesn't seem to want to listen until she digs her nails in and it promptly withdraws. ]
I think it's my turn besides. [ flicks her tongue out at him as she frames her hands along the sides of her body, moving down until they eventually settle on his hips and she's able to nestle between his legs comfortably. ]
Still want to play hard to get?