smut CMO

[virtualsystem]

This is a second CMO

but this one's for smut

post your characters and toplevels here and go absolutely nuts

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AIOS | Original | OTA

[virtualsystem]

[AIOS is a hacker in a virtual world, so skilled she is able to transfer virtual things into reality. She is an incredibly cocky, overconfident, arrogant hacker, but she does have unparalleled skill.

Her sole focus is her own fun and entertainment, so she loves challenges. She's prone to finding traps and setting them off, or getting herself captured, because she is confident she can get out of it, but she craves the challenge that this brings. It would be easy to avoid the traps, but it's more fun to just set it off then get out anyway.

Naturally, in terms of smut, this can lead to some... other interesting times. She's a brat, in those terms.]

guess who. possibly a long buildup where aios gets off on being Commanded???

[histree]

[ you know, she really can't see the girl in the cell as a threat to humanity. maybe that's shortsighted- no, it's definitely shortsighted. she knows just how easily looks can deceive. she knows, probably better than anyone, just how dangerous it is to believe what her eyes tell her. but even so, she can't believe this girl - a ghost liner without history, a heroic spirit without heroism - meant any danger backdooring into the akashic record.

what that means, of course, is entirely beyond her. da vinci said it was like a programmer had recreated magecraft from first principles; holmes said a sufficiently advanced technology had become magic. goredolf said if the clock tower still existed, it'd be more than sufficient to issue a sealing designation even with cooperation. but as far as she's concerned, none of that has really mattered for a while now. what matters is the state of the world - of proper human history - and the few people left to fight for it.

if this servant is here to protect humanity, then it's her job to protect them. it's as simple as that, isn't it?

she enters the room they've repurposed as a cell, watching the servant through the bounded field they've thrown up for protection. (isn't that weird, too? no true threat would be held back by something like this. sion's good, but she's not that good.) after a moment's pause, she finally-

-waves politely. ]

Hey there. Um, what should I call you...?

VR/unreality stuff, I suppose?

[kyriarch]

[ Rayna doesn't often go diving into the virtual realm. At least... that's a comforting thing she tells herself. The reality is that she is almost always looking at reality via an augmented view and that her work--and this is work--requires her to dip into the deeper layers. It's not easy, and part of the reason she likes to pretend to herself that it's not something she does often is the danger inherent in going deeper. Layer five? It doesn't worry her. It's when you begin to delve into the things beyond that that Rayna worries.

Not that she'd ever admit that she worries.

Really, it's this young woman that bothers her. The mysterious hacker-entity that has dipped in and out of her systems, her servers, toyed with her firewalls. It's annoying. The company acknowledges that there will be people who flaunt the system--usually they can be safely ignored, siloed into their own little realms where they will amuse themselves with their communities and not effect the wider community.

Someone like AIOS, though, is aggravatingly independent. She never seems to settle into her own place, never seems to simply be content with a private corner.

So Rayna has traced her, not for the first time, intent on once again trying to work out what makes this annoyance tick. It's not particularly deep this time, Layer 4. Rayna's avatar flickers into existence, emerging from beyond the admin walls to delicately alight on the ground in front of AIOS.

It's a strange, opulent place. Some sort of labyrinthine palace, rooms of opulent luxury that seem to never end, twisting and turning forever, each door leading into a new fantastical chamber. ]

AIOS. Hello again.

[ Her arms cross. ]

warnings for uh. everything. dubcon, restraints, potential mindbreak

[egomitochdavar]

[ suffer not the mimic of humanity. an artificial being, a true machine consciousness, cannot be allowed to exist. in her time with the head, garion has passed judgment on such things time and time again. it is impersonal, as any arbiter should be; she does not hate these constructions any more than anyone else would hate a brick or a wheelbarrow. they are tools, and they are things to extinguish, and if they should aspire to be more, why should she care?

and yet the head has knowingly overlooked this one. despite full knowledge of its existence, the head has chosen to allow the existence known as AIOS to progress forward, only deeming it worthy of observation. even now that garion has been sent out, she knows that this is not a cleanup detail she has been assigned to. this is a trial. this is an observation.

this is the true nature of an arbiter: she is to push this new lifeform, artificial and biological in one, to the edge. and when it shows its true colors, then - and only then - is she to determine whether its existence can be allowed.

aios is almost certainly expecting counterintelligence; monitoring, observation details, vans that might track her most recent access ports by the location. these are outdated. primitive. all the head truly needs to find aios is a single arbiter-

an arbiter who, with a single flick of her wrist, effortlessly cuts down the garage door to the warehouse aios has chosen for the night. an arbiter who doesn't bother to run for the suddenly exposed girl. an arbiter whose black-cloaked outline cuts a pitch-black shadow into the city's rain behind her, whose voice echoes out across the warehouse: ]

AIOS. [ no hesitation. her voice is low, smooth - surprisingly even, past the unending coldness beneath. ] That is your designation, isn't it?

[nihilmancy]

[ AIOS is, perhaps by far the worst person Hlasoh has ever lived with, or at least high on the list. She hacks into her private documents, is constantly poking her head in when she wants a bit of solitude, and interrupts her work and self-study with constant flirting and provocations. Hlasoh is far from a prude, of course. She's had no small amount of steamy hookups with women, she's aware people find her attractive, and she definitely welcomes some erotic attention. But she's disciplined, and doesn't want her more serious pursuits to get interrupted by some dreadful gremlin with giant gorgeous tits and silky hair.

One day, something just snaps. Despite her griping, AIOS just broke into her room while she was reading, and filled all her digital devices with pictures of her. With an infuriated growl, the petite witch, rises to her feet, storms over to her, and shoves her against the wall. Leaning in close to her face she hisses her condemnation. ]

I fucking swear, if you don't back off right the fuck now, you are going to regret it, you feckless tramp!

for <user name=deprava>

[virtualsystem]

[Draco. Sodom's Beast. Beast VI/S. The Emperor of Roses. Nero Claudius. The Beast summoned by Chaldea has many names, but currently, Draco is the name she has chosen. That's fine. The name chosen by the Beast does not matter- What matters is that it is the Beast. A Beast who is meant to destroy humanity, the Whore of Babylon who would drown the world in the mud of the Grail, locking the world inside her theater to consume it...

Except this Beast made a contract. This Beast was summoned to Chaldea, to walk with Chaldea, to be with Chaldea, to protect the Human Order.

If a Beast is defined as an enemy of the Human Order, then the Human Order must destroy it. Then if the Beast's goal is to protect the Human Order, the way to defend itself is to bring about a Threat to the Planet itself.

... Needless to say, the paradox was not easily resolved.

The Human Order was all but falling apart. Lostbelts, the Incineration of the Human Order, the Bleached Earth, the Human Order was on its last legs, and then a Beast summoning itself as an ally. It had no idea what to do.

The Human Order had no choice. It summoned a Grand Servant. But what Servant could fulfill the idea of a Grand Servant while still being a Threat to the Planet? History's records were not enough. It had to look through other timelines- Pruned timelines. Dead-end histories of humanity that never progressed.

A being born of [ ]. A monster who could qualify as a Beast in its own right. Who could love humanity, but one who would reject the Beast- Its equal and opposite. Similar in nature, of monsters who wish for all eyes on them, for the love and adoration of others... Thus, Draco herself became the catalyst.

In Chaldea's headquarters, a summoning circle appears under Draco. A Grand Summoning Circle. It spins, and spins, rainbows and darkness mingling as as the Servant appears.

She opens her eyes, the kaleidoscope-like pattern of her irises spinning and shrinking to focus on the scenery before her as digital chains manifest around Draco.]

Well... I didn't expect this. A monster of the past who needs defeating...

ritsuka fujimaru | fate: grand order | ota

[histree]

[ the last master remaining of proper human history, humanity's last stand. a mediocre mage with below-average theory, magecraft, magical circuits... subpar in every way, and yet something greater than all her parts put together.

flexible to most options, characters, genders and scenarios, but most interested in playing her cis, traumatized, scarred up and tired. love me some master/servant action, but can also AU her into other canons if interested. just hit me up for plotting or a toplevel babes <3 ]

sighs, writes a toplevel for the bodysock boy

[histree]

[ irish distortion, medb na drúith. neither lostbelt nor singularity; a small diversion off the british coast, to the sprawling hills of ireland. just enough energy to make a single summon - more than enough to resolve something that sheba had officially deemed "a triviality."

...at least, that's what should have happened. but the world they'd entered had been one without gods, fae, or magic - a world where just keeping the servant she'd summoned at her side had been draining her since they'd stepped foot into the place. a world where she had no shadows to rely on, no spare energy to force through a spiritron graph.

and in a world like this, where just keeping lancer at her side is sapping at her vitality-
where his spirit form can't even be assumed without her vision blurring-
where even in the hills of his ancestral homeland, cu chulainn had been weakened so much already-

he'd made a suggestion for mana generation - a joke, probably, some half-assed flirt to get her spirits up - and she'd agreed without question. so what if she's well aware she has nothing to offer? so what if, even with nothing, she hadn't wanted to offer it just yet? survival. safety. proper human history.

some things were more important than that selfish wish.

the first time had been beyond painful - a new, completely novel pain, like daggers tearing her up from the inside. she'd managed to keep herself going, somehow, smiled and nodded and told him to keep going. he'd finished inside her, and she'd felt an unspeakable relief when the movement finally stopped.

the second time... had taken her by surprise. he wanted to make up for what he called a piss-poor showing earlier, evidently, and he'd done it alright. she'd broken down crying as soon as she came, and when she saw just how confused he'd looked she'd spent five minutes trying to sob out an apology.

the third time had been easier, after that. the fourth time even more so - and even if she cried again, he'd put two and two together by then. by the fifth time, it wouldn't be a lie to say she's starting to look forward to their nights together. ]

Lancer! [ by the time he returns from his scouting patrol, she's already stripped down to a simple robe and set up by their makeshift lean-to outside town. nothing special, nothing extravagant - an emergency blanket from her pack to cushion against the grass, a small towel for cleanup. not really how she'd expected to lose her virginity, but something she'd grown used to quickly enough. ] Anything to report?

[histree]

[ singular distortion: charlemagne's fall. a simple blip in the coordinates of human history; not even far-reaching enough to be a singularity. a single servant summoned on-site, a single pseudo-rayshift. it should have been over within a day, by sheba's predictions.

it had been a miracle they'd survived two weeks, landing in the pyrenees. the clan warfare had almost taken her out before she'd even had a chance to summon a servant; charlemagne's miraculous arrival had been the only reason they'd made it to roncesvailles. and now, trapped in an inn with her servant - with astolfo the paladin cursed and whimpering in the bed -

it's clear their luck's run out.

it takes her over an hour to isolate just what the curse is. she's not the universal da vinci, she's not the steel vise holmes, and she's not beryl gut, thank goodness. an aggravation of mind and soul; a flame that burns away reason until only base desires remain. astolfo has been burning for an hour and a half, and they still haven't turned on her.

she really is the luckiest master alive - how else could she have been answered by such a kind servant? ]

Rider. [ no answer. she sits on the bed, biting her lip and trying to ignore the way her heart sinks when astolfo whimpers. ] Astolfo. Come on, let's...

[ the cure is simple enough. "a virgin's blood, freely given; a maiden's head, freshly torn." it's a terrifying thought. it's one of the only things she's been able to hold onto this whole time, one last reminder that even if she is a master she's still a girl with her own dreams. and yet...

she reaches forward, laying her cool palm against astolfo's burning cheek. and yet she doesn't even think twice about offering herself now. even if the distortion had been resolved; even if she could just sit aside and let astolfo's origin burn away. she'd always choose to save them, a thousand times out of a thousand. ]

I'm here for you. [ will they understand? will they even want someone like her, scarred and battered and indelicate? it doesn't matter. all she can offer is herself, right now. ] ...it's okay, Astolfo. You don't have to hold yourself back any longer.

Hlasoh sat Kerhet a'Rhen | OC | f/f and f/nb

[nihilmancy]

[ Small trans space witch. Highly intelligent adept of her variety of science fantasy magic. Summons and exorcises demons (fate type servant stuff a possibility). Sometimes fucks them or invites them to threesomes. Pompous, snarky.

I'm into her enthusiastically bottoming, possibly while calling the shots a little, or being a top who teases and overwhelms. If we're being spicy I can also have her get dubconned. ]

Targa Spindleshanks | OC | tbh leaning f/f because i'm a huge homo

[gobofalltrades]

[ What if Tataru Taru was a very working class goblin shortstack.

Cheerful, hard-working goblin girl with a playful side, functions as mostly noncombat support to adventurers. Thirsty af. Don't worry about her skill at larceny or knowledge of very illegal things. ]

Beatrice | Umineko no Naku Koro Ni

[beatojuice]

[ You know and love her already. Also available in her human form who is sort of a different person but not really. You probably know and love *her* too. ]

Miorine Rembran | Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury | F/F

[tomatonohanayome]

[Gayass little businesswoman. Canonically chugs the "I Love My Wife" juice, but don't worry about that too much. Weak and noodly, wouldn't be able to run a whole 50-meter dash without taking a breather.

Probably playing her as trans. Very much a bottom, but versatile in how dominant she is. Likely to leave a lot of bite marks. You should leave some, too.]

[virtualsystem]

[Permet, data storms, GUND format. It's all old news to Miorine by now, isn't it? She must be used to seeing data storms. Even if she's never piloted a Gundam, the familiar Permet scores, the colossal amounts of data being transferred, the sheer world of information where a being like Eri could live... To Miorine, is it still a wonder?

Or is it more of a wonder when, on her ship, in her room, when Miorine thought she was alone, a girl simply sort of manifests out of thin air?]

Woah, what a terrible room. You should clean up more.

[Nailed it.]

cracks knuckles. let's do this

[loopsbian]

[ they've been dating for a few months now. long enough for miorine to understand why she gets a full week off school some months - a few days at the minimum. long enough for miorine to understand that the craggy horn erupting from her forehead isn't just for show. certainly long enough for her dear miorine to understand why "i'll look after you" is such a terrible idea.

that's something only an oni's mate can do, she'd said. and miorine had just told her that after last week, she'd thought they'd passed that point.

really, just how adorably foolhardy can one girl be?

she doesn't try to convince her. much. after the first week of arguing over it. and soon enough, satoko finds herself in her familiar house with her meddling uncle kicked off her territory and her mate dear miorine to watch over her. ]

I suppose it's too late to convince you you're being a dolt? [ a faint lisp, her arms crossed under her sizable bust. ] I won't have the presence of mind to warn you come tomorrow.

Kaine | Nier | F/F

[thorniest]

[She's beauty, she's grace, she'll peel off your face. Borderline feral, swears like a sailor, dresses like a victoria's secret model. Enough issues to fill a psychology textbook, especially around her body (but those are fungible because sometimes you just DON'T want to do angst, and that's what any sexual encounter with her would become by hewing strictly to canon).

Horny to a literally supernatural degree. Truly massive hog. Aggressive and physically-dominant top (at your discretion, potentially up to ryona levels). Has a thing for choking. Degradation likely, unless she's straight-up in love (and even then some might leak out).]

Weiss Schnee | RWBY | F/F

[myrtenasty]

[Rebellious former heiress. Rich girl forcibly humbled by plot, over and over and over again. The gayest bitch in a show full of gay little bitches. Known victim of comphet. Prim and proper, and perfect for messing with.

The ultimate bottom. Bully her to make her cum. More durable than one might expect. Would never admit she's a masochist, but probably doesn't need to.]

[virtualsystem]

[In some manner of sci-fi jamjar, AIOS has been looking for targets who give her the funniest reactions. The people she wants to react to her with shock and awe. The people who she wants attention from the most.

The people who she wants to bully.

Which means that next time Weiss pulls out her phone, rather than a normal smartphone interface, AIOS is instead inside it, as various photos from Weiss' camera are being scrolled through, as AIOS has her back to the phone screen as she looks through them all.]

Ooh, look at these. Who were you sending these to, I wonder? Very nice.

as discussed!

[mykingdomfor]

[ Things are getting untenable. At first, Sayo simply tried to pretend that the odd, growing tension between her and Weiss just wasn't there. She's pretty good at convincing herself of things and at passively bearing burdens. Whatever is going on, she doesn't need to do anything about it, right? But it was becoming increasingly impossible to ignore that in the year since Sayo Yasuda joined the daughter of the family she works for at school, living together in their surprisingly humble little apartment, that something inconvenient was building up beneath the surface.

Weiss is... well maybe not exactly her friend, but one of the only people she genuinely liked and trusted in her time working for the Schnee family, in a dreary vicious life that had threatened to crush her under its terrible weight. She's safe, more or less. She's one of the only people that knows about her body and has been nothing but supportive, if terribly embarrassing about it. Living with just her has felt truly freeing like nothing before, even if Weiss is a prissy little brat who can't clean up after herself. But they've even gotten close enough that Sayo can chide her about that!

Close. That's just it. Weiss' eyes linger on her longer than usual. She's clingier. She tries telling terrible jokes. And drawn in by a force strong enough to rout her own formidable legion of self-loathing complexes, the furniture looks too. She teases Weiss now, quite openly, she tells jokes that are dramatically better.

It happens one sleepy sunday morning, when Sayo is brushing out the hair of the girl that stands somewhere between "boss" and something else. She braids and arranges her tresses, fingers against her scalp, looking away from the mirror that reflects them. Weiss took some prodding to wake this morning, and she's been on edge since breakfast. The little back and forth comments and teasing and Weiss' reaction a little more unsteady. ]

Sleeping an hour late, even on a weekend. What am I going to do with you, We-—

[ But she can't finish that gentle chiding, because Weiss' lips are covering her own, a soft, desperate, clumsy kiss. ]

[pryftigern]

[ so there is one thing you have GOT to know about faerie king oberon: this man is weirdly hard to get into bed. like, we are talking evasive maneuvers level. why would you want him anyway? he'd be totally awful in bed. you'd ask him to dominate you and he'd blow a lil' smattering of pixie dust into your face and then there are caterpillars dancing everywhere and when you wake up in the morning he took your money and bought a shitty replica katana

surprisingly gentle for a servant, smut-wise. likely not available romantically... but that doesn't mean he won't respect you enough to do the deed anyway. a gentle soul; the lord of the welsh faeries, who watches out for all those cast away and discarded. it might be a bit of a struggle, but he'll make sure you have a nice little dream.

spoilers requested only through confirmation toplevel. ]

Jessica Ushiromiya | Umineko no Naku Koro Ni | F/F this time

[snakesdonthavelegs]

Re: Jessica Ushiromiya | Umineko no Naku Koro Ni | F/F this time

[imagirl]

[ Bridget is never going to be tired of it, she thinks. The heart-pounding sensation of being up on stage, listening to the crowd cheer as the band plays. It's electric, a sensation that runs right down her spine and into her fingertips as she plays the keyboard.

That same energy tickles at her whole body now as she leans up against the wall outside the dressing room, sweat still trickling down her face and her slender chest still catching for breath. She looks up, bright green eyes catching Jessica's across the narrow hallway. ]

God. That never gets old, does it?

[ She laughs, exhales and tries to catch her breath, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling. ]

Especially up there with you.

artoria caster | fate/go | f/f

[dienw]

[assaultmaiden]

[ you already know what's going on here. ]

[foulhussy]

[ Kainé doesn't fuck Chris after every battle, of course. That would just get unmanageable, and fast. But after she fights, a valkyrie's blood boils, her soul burns with the thrill of standing on the line between life and death, and endocrine systems run riot. Kainé had always been the most susceptible to this on their team. Kainé with the fiercest temper, who loses herself in battle, who took most quickly to the Dainsleif. Kainé whose Gear's faux-spandex leotard wages a heroic and tragic battle against the bulge of her cock.

After the noise are destroyed, Kainé leaps to the rooftop of a building with Chris in her arms. Tyrfing won't let her rest just yet. She sets her down, only to push her against the wall of the top story entrance, growling as she goes in for a hungry, possessive kiss, roughly squeezing her breast through the stretchy material. She's got it bad today. ]

Chris—

The Trailblazer | Honkai: Star Rail | OTA

[starcinoma]

[ she's got the hottest lance imaginable and a rod that pummels any foe into submission. and also two weapons i guess ]

akiyama mizuki | project sekai | f/f

[nocturnalpetals]

[ nerdy pink bratty tgirl. ]

[foreverblind]

[ roll film: help! i think my new "friend" is a succubus who wants to get me high and fuck me senseless. subtitle: the akiyama mizuki story. ]

Feeling anything yet?

[ audrey's apartment is a pretty shitty place on the best of days, and it's not like she's made a real effort to clean up for her new "pal." unopened letters on the crappy ikea table. unemptied ashtray on the balcony railing. empty beer and vodka bottles lined up on the windowsill. the stray boyshorts or bralette, made for someone thin as a rail and about as busty, dropped close to a room without caring how close.

at least the tv's on. some anime about furries in idol bands, or something. not like audrey's been watching. she reaches out, toys at a lock of mizuki's pink hair. ]

God, you have such pretty hair. How do you even keep that shine?