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IcedMocha
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- Joined
- Jan 7, 2024
i. intro
hello! my name is mocha, i'm 25 with about 13 years of writing & rp experience. i love exploring all kinds of themes, from fluffy romance to dark, depraved smut to tragic, angsty long-form stories.
ii. rules & rp info
• my post length can vary anywhere between 200 to 1000 words, mainly depending on my partner and their own preferences.
• i can typically reply once a day to every other day with some exceptions, depending on the aforementioned reply length, and how busy or motivated i happen to be. i try to be consistent either way, and appreciate the same from my partners!
• i write in third person and have a penchant for good grammar and creativity. please don't make me carry plotting and story on my own!
• i prefer that all writing and OOC interactions remain on-site.
• please please please don't spam me with messages or rush me to reply as it just kills my desire to write with you – i promise I am working on it!
• effort is appreciated in every aspect of our partnership. an engaging first message with a few ideas is a good start! providing me with a writing sample is always nice, too. other than that, i do not demand much. ^^
iii. current interests
right now, i'm looking more so to create an original story with someone. i have a couple established characters ready to go – namely, a closeted but sweet noble-turned-knight named yvan for fantasy/medieval settings, and a loaded but yandere-coded dark web admin and hacker named reo for modern settings. i'm willing to create others, of course, but feel free to let me know if you have an interest an either.
i'm pretty open, but as for some specifics, a long-term story balanced with smut and plot would be nice. i like to write pretty-faced younger (<30) men, and most enjoy playing as and against verses, but i can also strictly top or bottom. i don't like dictating my partners but i will say that i'd appreciate interacting with those who have more depth than just "shy uwu submissive femboy bottom" or "tall merciless sadist dom top". i'm really into the emotional aspect of things, too!
hello! my name is mocha, i'm 25 with about 13 years of writing & rp experience. i love exploring all kinds of themes, from fluffy romance to dark, depraved smut to tragic, angsty long-form stories.
ii. rules & rp info
• my post length can vary anywhere between 200 to 1000 words, mainly depending on my partner and their own preferences.
• i can typically reply once a day to every other day with some exceptions, depending on the aforementioned reply length, and how busy or motivated i happen to be. i try to be consistent either way, and appreciate the same from my partners!
• i write in third person and have a penchant for good grammar and creativity. please don't make me carry plotting and story on my own!
• i prefer that all writing and OOC interactions remain on-site.
• please please please don't spam me with messages or rush me to reply as it just kills my desire to write with you – i promise I am working on it!
• effort is appreciated in every aspect of our partnership. an engaging first message with a few ideas is a good start! providing me with a writing sample is always nice, too. other than that, i do not demand much. ^^
iii. current interests
right now, i'm looking more so to create an original story with someone. i have a couple established characters ready to go – namely, a closeted but sweet noble-turned-knight named yvan for fantasy/medieval settings, and a loaded but yandere-coded dark web admin and hacker named reo for modern settings. i'm willing to create others, of course, but feel free to let me know if you have an interest an either.
i'm pretty open, but as for some specifics, a long-term story balanced with smut and plot would be nice. i like to write pretty-faced younger (<30) men, and most enjoy playing as and against verses, but i can also strictly top or bottom. i don't like dictating my partners but i will say that i'd appreciate interacting with those who have more depth than just "shy uwu submissive femboy bottom" or "tall merciless sadist dom top". i'm really into the emotional aspect of things, too!
yes  | no  |
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| vanilla virginity cuddling noncon/dubcon role reversal incest teasing somnophilia light impact play tantric sex drugging cockwarming corruption roughness (hair pulling, fingers in mouth, choking, etc.) stalking cock worship praise kidnapping begging crying facials dirty talking role reversal power bottoms light gore rimming restraints kissing service tops degradation | watersports scat underage vomit cum inflation heavy gore bugs sounding tickling foot focus extreme musk chastity cages ahegao age regression prolapse vore hyper sizes |
Dark or not, it was no real issue for him; probably, he'd climbed this set of stairs millions of times already. The water, however, could have told a potentially different story – that is, until it seemed to all but vacate his form completely, and he hardly had to consider the reason behind such an occurrence. It was yet another gesture showing that he still cared for him, that he still considered him, despite the lack of any attempts to communicate that clearly. He was no longer cold, but his efforts didn't entirely free him from the uncomfortable feeling that continued prickling at the surface of his skin. Had it always been well within his power to do something like that, or was it an ability made possible only by his sacrifice?
He had always done what he must, which once included acquiescing to his every demand – many times, no matter how ridiculous. Even now, maybe it remained natural for him, but as he willed himself further and further away from him, it left a bad taste in his mouth, of both guilt and doubt alike. Despite his claims, he wondered what he had been to him, if not a nuisance.
The walk up to the top floor is more arduous than he remembered. He'd always been human, yes, but now that he considered it, he hadn't exactly been active recently, had he? These days, he only leaves his abode when absolutely necessary, and back then, he was always energetic, moving from place to place with that affected spring in his step. Maybe, at the very least, taking some leisurely walks or trying to travel would do him some good – not just physically, but mentally. Fully adapting to that routine and mindset might take some time, however; even after the weeks that'd passed, he was still… exhausted.
Regardless, he tried to ignore his weak knees and soft panting as he reached the top, trekking down the halls and soon nearing the door to his apartment, made apparent by the gaudy blue-gold accents lining the doorframe. After steeling himself for a moment beforehand, he turned the knob and gave it a push, letting the door swing open for him. It was dark here, too, he quickly noted – and after stepping inside, lightly shaky fingers felt for the light switch on the wall nearby, which he quickly managed to find. At his command, the light flickered on, sourced brightly from the large, twinkling chandelier hanging high from his ceiling.
He couldn't remember having previously made the effort to properly tidy up before leaving the palace behind, and he doubted he would have. Not to this degree, anyway; all of his furniture was in place, not a speck of dust sullying them nor the various ornaments sat upon them. Venturing further within, he saw that even his bed is made, its expansive, plush surface now abandoned, awaiting no one in particular. Much like his masquerade, everything is perfect, polished, pristine – the mere thought made his expression tense and his jaw clench. Perhaps, after all, a house that feels empty is better than one that is beautiful, but all the same, seemed to be filled to the brim with bitter memories, that fact only accentuated with his pain so easily triggered. Why had he come back here?
…No. He should at least try to see this through now that he's here, no matter what his heart told him. If it is indeed too painful, then… maybe he'd feel better getting rid of whatever he brings over, never giving into any other urge to return once more. Paying no mind to the tiny, frustrated tears forming at the corners of his eyes, he reached out for the blanket he'd previously been considering, laying folded at the foot of the bed. As he lifted it up to his face, letting his fingers press into the delicate, soft fabric as it unraveled, he recognized the scent lingering upon it; that was, of the cologne he used to favor, carried by notes of musk and rose. To him, it was now considerably less pleasant, more directly reminiscent of a tired, fragile, lonely man. Right now, funnily enough, he doesn't feel all too different.
He had always done what he must, which once included acquiescing to his every demand – many times, no matter how ridiculous. Even now, maybe it remained natural for him, but as he willed himself further and further away from him, it left a bad taste in his mouth, of both guilt and doubt alike. Despite his claims, he wondered what he had been to him, if not a nuisance.
The walk up to the top floor is more arduous than he remembered. He'd always been human, yes, but now that he considered it, he hadn't exactly been active recently, had he? These days, he only leaves his abode when absolutely necessary, and back then, he was always energetic, moving from place to place with that affected spring in his step. Maybe, at the very least, taking some leisurely walks or trying to travel would do him some good – not just physically, but mentally. Fully adapting to that routine and mindset might take some time, however; even after the weeks that'd passed, he was still… exhausted.
Regardless, he tried to ignore his weak knees and soft panting as he reached the top, trekking down the halls and soon nearing the door to his apartment, made apparent by the gaudy blue-gold accents lining the doorframe. After steeling himself for a moment beforehand, he turned the knob and gave it a push, letting the door swing open for him. It was dark here, too, he quickly noted – and after stepping inside, lightly shaky fingers felt for the light switch on the wall nearby, which he quickly managed to find. At his command, the light flickered on, sourced brightly from the large, twinkling chandelier hanging high from his ceiling.
He couldn't remember having previously made the effort to properly tidy up before leaving the palace behind, and he doubted he would have. Not to this degree, anyway; all of his furniture was in place, not a speck of dust sullying them nor the various ornaments sat upon them. Venturing further within, he saw that even his bed is made, its expansive, plush surface now abandoned, awaiting no one in particular. Much like his masquerade, everything is perfect, polished, pristine – the mere thought made his expression tense and his jaw clench. Perhaps, after all, a house that feels empty is better than one that is beautiful, but all the same, seemed to be filled to the brim with bitter memories, that fact only accentuated with his pain so easily triggered. Why had he come back here?
…No. He should at least try to see this through now that he's here, no matter what his heart told him. If it is indeed too painful, then… maybe he'd feel better getting rid of whatever he brings over, never giving into any other urge to return once more. Paying no mind to the tiny, frustrated tears forming at the corners of his eyes, he reached out for the blanket he'd previously been considering, laying folded at the foot of the bed. As he lifted it up to his face, letting his fingers press into the delicate, soft fabric as it unraveled, he recognized the scent lingering upon it; that was, of the cologne he used to favor, carried by notes of musk and rose. To him, it was now considerably less pleasant, more directly reminiscent of a tired, fragile, lonely man. Right now, funnily enough, he doesn't feel all too different.