#ii x reader

• Cammy didn’t really trust you when you first met, sure you were made in the same image as their wonderful Mephone but you were ALSO made by that monster cobs

• you were made to be a successor and yet you were lesser to Mephone, Cammy found it almost funny

• They compared you to Mephone a lot and it was a little hurtful, especially their comments when you messed up “Mephone would’ve gotten that right” “Mephone wouldn’t have been so forgetful.” Mephone this, Mephone that. It grated on you

• the others tried to get Cammy to cut it out but they couldn’t understand why they defended you so hard. “What? They’re supposed to be an upgrade, They should try harder.”

• one day you snapped at Cammy, and a fed up barrage of insults was thrown their way before you realized what you were saying and apologized.., something about that was familiar to them

• something shifted after that, Cammy started looking for more similarities instead of just your differences, and they definitely found them. Seeing how wonderful you could be, your kindness, how you were creative and how you could also be cruel if pushed

• you thought it was a good thing that they warmed up to you and it was for a while

• Then Cammy started viewing you as pretty great, perhaps even as great as Mephone was.. maybe even better, because you were here and you seemed to like them too.. but that’d be blasphemous to say.

• it started small, when talking about you they slightly exaggerated your feats, defending you at every turn even if you admitted you were wrong. Then it got obvious, they spoke of you like you were the second coming, saying that you were a gift from Meeple and Cammy just used to blind to your greatness

• the others thought it was creepy but at least you weren’t being berated anymore so they just ignored it

• When you told Cammy you loved them they almost died on the spot, someone like you loved someone like them? They felt like God’s favorite in that moment.

• They nuzzled against your screen and proclaimed how much they loved you and how you were their metaphorical angel sent down to bless them

• Cammy tries not to be overwhelming, every time they catch themselves openly talking to you in such idolatry ways they stop and apologize, they already pushed Mephone away in the past by being too nosy and they didn’t want the same to happen between the two of you

• They don’t like being away from you, it upsets them

• they love talking to you about your time at Meeple.corp not only do they learn about you but they get to learn more about their wonderful Mephone’s birthplace

• Cammy sometimes has trouble believing you struggle with being compared to other Meeple products even positively, they think it should be considered a compliment

• They often view you as above them and often degrades themselves while praising you

• unsure whether they should curse Cobs for hurting you and 4 or thank him for creating things as wonderful as you

• Cammy loves you for being a Mephone but they also love you for being you and it’ll take some real divine intervention to stop that

You'd been ahead of him on the trail that morning, a narrow hilly pass that kept you single file for hours. And after that stupid shit that had gone down at the last stop he wasn't letting you out of his sight. So he'd been behind you, all day. Watching your hips sway with the exaggerated rise and fall as the nightmare navigated the steep downslope until his cock chafed his jeans and his mouth watered.

He sent a signal down the tethers. Mine.

Vessel's tightened sharply—big teeth's influence no doubt—before softening as he bowed out.

III yanked back, surly but accepting.

Ivy's vibrated with laughter.

And when II had turned his attention outward again you'd been looking over your shoulder. Because of course you were part of them now and couldn't not feel all the communication buzzing around you.

Then you winked.

Oh, You were so going to get it.

He caught up as you dismounted for the break in the hottest part of the day, as your feet hit the ground he caged you between the nightmare and his body. The way you softened into him drove him insane. Dragging you into the grass for a quick shag—III style—seemed like a perfectly good option. But he had always been a fan of tension and anticipation.

"You look good up there, sweetheart." He rumbled. "Never been jealous of a saddle before."

You laughed a little and a fully body shiver rolled through you. "A saddle?"

"Want you to ride my face like that." He squeezed your hip, pressing his thumb into the crease inside your hip to draw you toward him.

"II." Your cheeks flushed as you gaped over your shoulder, taking him in.

You glanced around but the others were all conveniently busy. He held his ground, the lightest brush of his cock against your ass to let you know he was serious.

"Come on, sweetheart." He whined softly. "I'll make it so good for you. Just wanna feel you slick and sweet on my face."

He relished in the way you swallowed, audibly. "Baby, we're—"

"Just think about it, darling," He whined, biting back a grin because they all knew you were fundamentally incapable of resisting when they pleaded. "You and me, all you have to do is rock those pretty hips on me the way you do in that saddle and I'll do the rest."

Your breath stuttered and he watched your fingers flex and release on the leather under your hand. He had you. He so had you.

"Bet I can make you cum so hard you forget your name." He teases against the back of your neck, pressing.

"In one?" Your mouth twitches. Cheeky.

"In as many a you let me give you." He promised whinging a bit. "Just say yes, please sweetheart. So I can spend the rest of this miserable afternoon thinking about how good you're gonna taste dripping down my tongue."

His cock was rock hard by the time you gave one of those tiny breathless yeses and leaned against him fully.

"Yeah, sweetheart, you know I'm gonna take good care of you." And he would, until you were completely wrecked.

***

So that's how it starts. And you do taste every bit as good as he imagines you will. Trouble is, he planted the seed so early you too have been thinking about it all day. And because it's II and he seems to have a preternatural skill for knowing exactly which combination of tongue and suction is going to push you over the edge you come fast, braced on the headboard as you grind your hips onto his face. And in case you were worried you'd be pushing too hard he gripped your thighs on either side of his head and locked you in place so all you could do was rock and undulate over his spread lips and his thick, greedy tongue.

You shudder to a slow roll, huffing softly as he backs off your sensitive flesh but doesn't stop, not entirely. And his hands stay locked around your thighs, fingertips pressing you open. It's not long before his tongue is moving with more pressure and another release is climbing your spine. Your movements are slower now, less coordinated, more desperate humping than any of the sleek rhythm of before.

That seems to make him even more feral, stroking up and into you until you grip his hair and plead. He's laughing softly between sloppy kisses. Sweat pools down your spine, a drop dangling at the end of your nipple. His hands slip up your thighs, over your belly and get a firm grip on your hips.

"II, I…" He's got to be ready to burst, and after how good he made you feel you can't wait to wrap yourself around him and return the favor. "Come on, let me, ride you."

"In a minute," he pants.

When you glance over your shoulder his cock twitches in his mostly unbuttoned jeans and a dark stain is leaks at the head where it emerges from his waistband. A few creamy white splatters spot and blur the vivid tattoos over his low abs.

Your brain stutters. He came? Just eating you out?

Fuck that's hot.

He takes advantage of the fact that you're just figuring out exactly how much he likes it and drags you down his chest, rolling you onto your back beneath him. Your legs come round his hips instinctively, and he luxuriates in the feel of that hot, swollen flesh against his twitching dick, but he's not ready for that, if he will be at all. He's got a checklist.

Mewling, brainless, ruined.

You've got a ways to go.

So he pushes your legs apart, ignoring those little protests and he laps and kisses his way down your chest, sucking at the sweaty pool of your navel and savoring that rich, warm flavor of you growing stronger and more redolent as he descends. Your curls are thick with the mess orgasms and his own mouth. Perfection.

He licks a long stripe up your center, massaging your outer walls with his fingertips until you're tugging his hair again, spine curling and arching. He controls the timing, the rhythm, letting your arousal wind up and sink down a few times before drawing you back up again. Your heart hammers against his palm on your ribcage and he swipes a thumb over your nipple just to feel you shake.

He loves having you like this, open to him, could do this all night. The combination of the taste of you and the scent and those little nosies you make and knowing he has you completely at his mercy unravels him. He needs you to feel good, like he needs his next breath. Because they'll have days like yesterday as long as this life lasts and he needs you to know they've got your back, good or bad. He'd break a man for touching you soon as he'd break you down with orgasm after orgasm until you forget everything but this moment. This is his purpose.

Before he knows it is own hips are rocking into the mattress beneath him. He can't help himself. The sticky wet of his own cum, the texture of the blanket and the rough edge of his jeans, the moaning, broken sounds you're making. Fuck. You push your hips up into his face, gripping hair and curling your thighs around his head.

His arousal climbs but the soft little gasping cries you're making as you cum has his attention.

Yes, that definitely qualifies as a mewl.

"Again?" He grins up at you pleased. You stare down your body at him, adorably bewildered. "That's my good sweetheart. A little more, ok? You're so delicious I just need to taste you. Just lie still, ok?"

He doesn't really think it's an option, since your bones seem to have melted under your skin, but knowing how independent you are he wants to give you the courtesy of thiking you have a choice.

You groan at the tender way he keeps at you, even though you have already come more times that just by oral, ever. You pray he doesn't flap his mouth to Ivy or they'll be back in competition mode and you don't think you could survive another round of that. Maybe you should just use your word, get ahead of this thing. "Baby, I—"

But then he does that thing with his tongue, just flicking lightly then flattening and flicking again. Whatever you were about to say—protest or plea— is lost in the way your throat locks on your breath and a massive shudder wracks you. The next words are basically incoherent babbling and you can't seem to stop shaking. So sexy seeing all that smart just vaporize as your body takes over, doing what it was meant to do.

Brainless.

He slips his fingers along your clit, gently because you're bound to be oversensitive by now and props himself up on one elbow to watch your face. You're staring up at the ceiling and your left breast is quivering with the hammer of your heart.

"Still with me?" He teases.

You let out a low, indecipherable sound.

"Yeah ok," he nods, dropping a kiss on the inside of your hip. "Trouble is I'm not done yet. I need more out of you before we call it quits for the night. So…gonna just have to get comfortable. You need some water?"

You shake your head a little and give a noise that's probably no. Yeah, he's still got a ways to go if you've got that much sense left.

He drops a kiss to your mound above his fingers, and then works them lower, slipping into you and parting you just slightly as his mouth closes over you again. You’re slick and swollen and tender and you jerk a bit but he’s slow and patient and persistent. He’s going to get what he wants. You’re going to give it to him. You both know it. Because he has one more word on his list.

So now you're back at the part where you're whining something silly about you can't and he's just ignoring that because he knows you can, you both feel the next one coming. And because he's using his mouth and his fingers this time the liquid rush of you races over him, warm and slippery and soaking into everything.

Ruined.

He grins, rolling off to your side. Kisses, slow and thorough pass your flavor back to you and you devour them off his tongue so enthusiastically his cock twitches again. But he's gotten what he needs. He threads your fingers together, curling his free arm around your head and drawing you in.

"All right, sweetheart." He croons, glancing up as the door knob turns, "You were so perfect for me. You did everything I asked. You can have your reward."

And then he waits to see whose tether you tugged.