[darkplaceblankface]

⚡Masterlist⚡(UPDATED 6/4/2026)

"dawg I got a final tomorrow and I'm reading erotic techno brainwash torture. I'm never seeing the pearly gates." - one of my readers

Hey, y'all, I’m Mocha, and this is my blog! All in all, it's a whump blog! I like to make pretty men suffer, so there will be a lot of that. But mostly by the hands of women, interpret that how you will.

I'm 26, she/her, you know the vibes.

TikTok for ILF-verse: @mocha2383

Discord: @sulvelsi

AO3: SilentMocha (formerly MinaMocha)

What I write...do be extreme. It's a rollercoaster ride out here. If something really bothers, lmk and I'll tag. My ao3 works are heavily tagged.

My inbox is very open, including requests/prompts. If you inspire me and identify yourself, I will shout you out in my author's notes on Ao3. Be warned. ;) Ha. My ask box is as open as James'... let's not go there.

I also answer any and all questions about the ILFverse (my two beta readers never hear the end of it). I'm even open to suggestions and requests for those WIPs.

Am I going to act like I haven't been on Tumblr for 10 years and never worked a serious blog? Yeah. :) <3

I've been whumping it for a long time but I love CNC, hypnosis/mind control/brainwashing (par for the course, ifykyk) or anything psychological in general. That goes for procedures (sorry, Ben), conditioning (sorry, Paddy), and just all forms of mind manipulation.

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⚡Series⚡

If Power Remains

A series about a totalitarian matriarchy that started after women were suddenly blessed or perhaps cursed, with superhuman abilities. The roles are very, very reversed and cruelty toward men becomes the norm.

Main things that all ILF-verse stories have: Slave whump, fem/dom, hypnosis/brainwashing/conditioning, captivity, public humiliation, dehumanization, torture, stockholm syndrome, abuse, multiple whumpers and whumpees, carewhumpers, yandere ;)

⚡Main Story⚡

IF POWER REMAINS

If Lightning Falls (complete)

A story about what seems like dust settling on a growing empire. The Six Sisters rule the world, all at their feet. But love, rebellion, and betrayal test their bonds, tempers, and trauma.

If Serpents Lie: The Blitzkrieg Protocol

The Blitzkrieg is here. By the time anyone realizes what’s happening, it’s too late. The compound is collapsing, systems are failing, and women who survived the world’s unraveling are falling down dead.

At its center is General Indie, a weapon in white, a storm made flesh. And a rebel girl who was never meant to care. But Aya does.

Jake Finch was never supposed to matter, just another fragile piece in a world that eats men alive. And yet, against every rule Indie has learned to survive by, she hesitates. She chooses him. When she's supposed to choose her brother before anything.

Explanation on why ILE went away & plans about it

⚡Side Stories & Companions⚡

THE REGIME STORIES

If Rooms Were Sweet: Liam and Anika (completion percent? idk)

The story of Liam, a ridge resident, and his desperate effort to escape hell by seducing a girl he used to know. That girl being a top brass Mindworker...

If The Green Withers: Hallie, Kevin, and Tex's Story

Advisor Hallie Evans has a story she wishes she didn't have to tell. She is also terrified of one of the Six Sisters because she's the older sister of her favorite and very illegal paramour. But what happens when he ragebaits her into remembering a fight she almost lost?

THE REBELLION STORIES

If Eyes Were Cursed: James' + Nicky's Story (COMPLETED)

James Anderson was a playboy, a rising junior detective, and a man who had his whole life ahead of him. Now, he's a slave to the once nearly invisible woman who worked the dead-end job.

Nicky Valentin does not mistake himself for a hero. He understands the cost of what he does. The Valentin prince counts it, measures it, chooses it anyway. He turns love into leverage, faith into architecture, and chaos into something useful. He knows exactly what he is doing. That is what makes him dangerous.

If Spiders Live : Ben's Story (completed)

POV of Benedict Andante, the former medical student forced into the role of the Southern Rebels' demo expert. He tries to maintain his faith, despite the will of a witch who tests it. While his sins slowly crawl up his neck.

If Facts Were Simple: Patrick's Story (COMPLETED)

The POV of the Northern Rebels' bomber, Dr. Patrick Maxwell, and his spiral into insanity and self-hatred before his capture by Colonel Wiseman. His mind is a twisted thing, but he's not afraid of anything, especially not the dark, because he's growing strong in a world that can't love him.

Snippets with Inspiration for IFWS

FANART OH MY GOD by @875btchybehavior

NICKY FANART AHHH MY BABY by @875btchybehavior

[domwitch2]

im so sorry if im probably blowing up your notifs i just went down a rabbit hole of your blog and everything you write and think is so similar to my personal vibes and writing style/hatred of men/personal desires

Lol no problem! I like it when ppl like/reblog/comment on my posts.

[domwitch2]

do you know any other good blogs of a similar genre to yours. or even like tags. because when you look up cnc and such all of the results are just “rape women because they are weak and inferior 🎀🎀🎀” which isnt really that hot imo. and then when it’s raping men they have to be incredibly feminized men. like guys some nuance please

Oh fr. I don't follow any porn blogs myself bc I want to be able to open tumblr in public so unforch I don't have any recommendations 😔😔 It sucks how little woman-on-man cnc there seems to be online 😔😔😔😔

[darkplaceblankface]

This is why my personal passion project is James, big, tatted, buff strong cop who is passed around like a hot potato:

"Does anybody have a Sharpie?"

One of the officers raises her hand and walks over, handing Kay the black marker.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Kay says, taking the marker from the officer.

James can feel Kay's breath on his neck. It's hot. His whole body is shaking. She turns him around. And then she's pulling at these "clothes" of his. He feels the presence of others in the room.

"As fun as it would be to make you do a strip show, I think you're going to give me a hard time. We'll save that for later when you're a little more eager."

Her voice is calm, but James can hear the anger and contempt.

"So, let's start with getting this cute little outfit off."

She pulls the shirt over his head. He can hear the others laughing, but they're laughing at him.

"I've always liked your abs," she murmurs. "I've usually never liked the whole ripped and shredded thing. Even though I only saw them once. You know...one of these days, let's give you a sexy cop uniform. For jokesies and I'll fuck you in it. But anyway, that's not for now."

James doesn't respond. He can barely hear her. He can't believe this is happening to him. He's a man. He's a human being. He doesn't want to be treated like this. Kay laughs, and he feels her hands tugging at his shorts.

"You're lucky," she says. "You're lucky because I'm being kind to you. I can do other things."

She grabs him by the chin and forces his face upwards. Her fingers brush over his lips.

"Open your mouth," Bri says. "Don't bite. I know what you're thinking, and I think you're going to try and bite me. I don't want that, James. You're not going to do that."

James opens his mouth. Her fingers enter his mouth, and he can taste blood. He's choking, and he's drooling. He doesn't want this. He doesn't want to do this. This degrading outfit, she's tearing it apart.

"You're so pretty," she purrs. "You're going to be my pretty consort. But some people haven't met you yet, so they should have a guide right? Let's make sure to guide them."

James hears the sound of the marker being uncapped. He can smell the ink.

"Let's make this easy. I'll put the tip of the marker here," she says. "It's going to go so well with the tattoos on your arms."

The tip of the marker is placed against the bare skin of his chest, directly over his heart.

"And once it's done, I'm going to fuck you here and now. We all are."

James can feel the marker on his chest. It's warm. It's soft. It's tickling. He opens his eyes. The marker is pressed against his chest, and he can feel the ink being drawn into his skin. She's writing something, and he doesn’t know what it is. He whimpers.

"What's that, James?" Kay says, her voice laced with amusement. "You don't like it?"

She draws a second set of words on his arm. He sobs.

"What's this one for? You don't like that either?"

She draws a third series lower and lower.

"Oh, well. Too bad."

She draws a fourth, a fifth, a sixth. He's crying. He's choking.

"There we go. Now for some directions."

She pushes him down. He's crying even more. He can barely see.

"You're my consort, and you're going to take care of my friends here."

He's choking. She starts drawing lines on his back. Arrows on his stomach.

"They're all going to have a turn with you, and you're going to do your best to please them. Is that understood?"

"Yes, General," James says.

"What's that?"

"Y-Yes, General."

"Good boy. Let's show our new toy how he's going to behave. What do you say, ladies?"

The officers and soldiers around him laugh. They're laughing at him. They're enjoying this.

"Come on, now," Kay says, and James hears the rustle of clothing. "Get comfortable. This is your new job now, James. You're going to be my personal toy, my personal property. And if you don't behave, I'm going to show you the consequences."

She pushes him onto his back, she forcefully opens his legs. She still has the marker. James tries to resist, and close his legs. But Kay is stronger than him. She forces her way between his legs, she's leaning over him. Her hair brushes against his face. He can smell her. James struggles to get free, but it's no use. He's helpless. She's drawing on his thigh. He can feel the ink being pressed into his skin.

She's writing so many things. He can barely read the words. He doesn't want to.

"There we go. A nice little map," Kay says."You're labeled. It really does go well with these manly little tats. Everyone knows who you are. I think this will help them get started. Don't you agree?"

James tries to rise, but she kicks him down. She's standing above him, and she's laughing. "You're a toy, James. You're mine now. You're my consort. I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to enjoy it."

He looks around the room, and the officers are standing over him. A woman with red hair leans to one knee next to him. Her eyes carry profound madness. Even more than Bri. Her aura is even worse. All he wants to do is get away from her. James feels like his life is at stake in her presence.

"Let's see here...you're marked right here,” the redhead laughs. “Oh, this is a good one. You're funny Kay! 'PIG.' Are you a little piggy, Officer?"

The woman laughs, and the other officers join her. The laughter is all around him.

"Now, let's see...what else?” the redhead speaks again. “This one...well of course! This is a requirement. 'SLUT.' I can tell you're a slut. I knew you were a slut the minute I saw you."

The woman is still laughing. Kay is nearly doubled over. The room is full of laughter.

"Oh my god. You're a slutty little thing aren't you?" Kay joins.

James winces and shakes his head, choking out, "No."

Kay and the woman start to laugh again, and James is humiliated.

"If you're not a slut," Kay asks. "Then why do you have 'FUCK ME,' 'MANWHORE,' and 'DUMB BITCH' all over your body? I mean, come on. You're a dumb whore."

"You know it," the redhead says, and the others start to laugh again.

James closes his eyes. He can feel them on him, he can feel them touching him. He doesn't want this. He looks up.

"I'm not a whore," he says, his voice weak and shaking.

The redhead grabs his face. "No? I think you are. I think you're a whore, and a manwhore. You're a dumb bitch. You're a toy. And you're under arrest little officer."

Kay laughs. The others cackle even more.

"You're a piece of shit, James," Kay says, her voice cold and cruel. "Did you really think you could just ignore me? That you could play with me?"

The redhead makes a mocking voice. "You don't have the right to remain silent," she says. "You don't have the right to an attorney. No one is listening. No one is here for you. They don’t care about you. That's why you have 'GUILTY' and 'PUNISH ME' written on this chest here."

James tries to speak, but his mouth is dry, and his lips are chapped. He's confused. He can't think. Is he seriously about to get raped? Is this really happening?

He'd heard from the men who came running into the precinct. His partners, his father, even as everything burned down, they had made it into a safe place. And all those men who could make it in. They were screaming, crying about how they'd been attacked, assaulted, used in every way imaginable—and James could barely believe it. He still couldn't believe it when Charlotte's strength suddenly increased ten-fold.

"You're a pig, James," Kay says, her tone mocking and cruel. "A dirty little pig. I'm going to show you what happens to pigs."

James has no choice but to watch as they start to look at him with hunger in their eyes. They're going to enjoy his body. They're all going to have a turn with him.

"I'm a man," James says, his voice breaking. "I'm a human being."

The room falls silent.

"Did you just call yourself a human being?" the red-headed woman says. "Are you a human being, James? No. You're not a human being. You're a whore. You're a fuckpet. You're a slut."

That woman grabs his hair, pulling his head up. Her smile gleams and her face is actually so feminine. But she's the most terrifying person she's ever met.

"And what are you?" she demands.

"I'm..." James falters, his voice breaking. "I'm...

He doesn't know how to answer. He feels like if he does, this will get even worse.

"You're a beautiful toy, James," Kay says, her voice laced with amusement. "But you're not ready yet. Let's get you prepped for some fun."

James tries to scream, but Kay's hand covers his mouth. Her fingers are pressing against his teeth, and he can taste her flesh. He's gagging.

"Shhh," she soothes, her hand moving to his throat. "Let's not make this hard. This is all for fun."

She tightens her grip, and James starts to feel faint. She's choking him.

"That's better. Be a good toy."

[tomhoppusdelonge]

mens chests exist simply for my pleasure. I willed that .

[domwitch2]

I need a slutty male consort who dresses in skimpy body jewelry and little skirts and sandals and he skips around the palace all oiled up and gleaming and shows off his pretty body... he's always trying to get me to fuck him or eat me out... pretty slutty haughty man who shares my bed at night and makes me cum seven times in a row 😔😔😔😔😔😔

[darkplaceblankface]

We need more Jake under Mindwork-isms because that made me think of this:

"Please...please touch me..." he whispers, his voice thick with need.

His tongue lolls out of his mouth, and he smiles and brings a finger to his lips. He lightly bites on the tip of his index finger, his gaze never leaving Indie's eyes. Then he slides the finger into his mouth, softly moaning as he sucks on it.

His body is so hot. So excited. He loves being here. He wants Indie to fuck him. He knows he's cute. She'll give him what he needs. They always do. He removes his finger with another sickening pop, drool dribbling from his lips.

"I want to make you feel good..." he moans, his voice dripping with desire. "I'll do anything for you..."

He moves and shifts to poise himself before her. He's so flexible, so limber. His body is perfect for it.

Indie's face flushes red with desire as her gaze is drawn to his still-clothed form. It's unbelievable how desirable this boy is. He's offering himself to her, but she can't bring herself to touch him. Not now. Not like this.

She tries to push the thoughts from her head and focus. She knows this isn't Jake. This isn't him. Jake wouldn't do this for her, so she doesn't want this.

"Jake," Indie says, her voice firm and clear, "Get up. Right now."

He smirks, shifts, and rolls back onto his side, still exposing himself to her. He licks his lips and looks up at her, his eyes clouded by lust.

"You've never been fucked so good," he purrs. "I'll fuck you all night long. You'll fuck me. We'll never want to stop."

"Jesus..." Indie whispers.

Jake brings his hands down and slowly begins to caress his body again. He wants Indie to see him. He wants to make her happy. His hands move up, his fingers lightly tracing along his stomach and chest. He bites his bottom lip and moans as he continues to fondle himself, his body shivering with need.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers. “All I want is you.”

He brings his hands to his mouth and runs his tongue between his fingers. His mouth is so hot and wet. So good. He closes his eyes.

"I can't wait to taste you again," he purrs, his voice dripping with lust.

"Oh, god...Jake..." Indie's voice breaks, her gaze and demeanor shaken by the scene before her. "I want you to stop this."

"But...I can make you feel so good..." he whispers. He keeps running his hands up and down along his body, showing her what a good boy he can be. She's always had a thing for him. He knows she likes his body.

Indie backs away again, her breathing heavy as she tries to stay calm. She can't just let him do this to himself.

"Indie..." he whispers. His body trembles with arousal. "I want you to use me... How do you want me?"

His breath hitches, and his body tenses up. He can feel himself going over the edge. He's throbbing, aching. He's hers to command. He wants her to play with her thoughtless slave.

Jake holds his head down, his eyes looking up at her submissively. "Please touch me," he begs, his voice soft and low. "You can do whatever you want to me. I'll let you use me however you want. You can hurt me. You can be gentle. It will feel so good, I promise."

Indie stares at Jake in stunned silence. He crawls after her. She probably wants him to be more desperate today, she probably wants him to get it started. If he does that for her, maybe she'll forgive him. Maybe she won't hurt him again. Maybe.

Jake watches Indie's reaction, looking up at her through his lashes. His face is flushed with desire, his eyes hungry and desperate. He crawls closer toward her, his eyes pleading with hers. Indie has backed up as much as she could. Her legs hit the bed. She stumbles to sit on it accidentally, sinking into plush bedding.

He closes in, reaching out for her. She looks away. He presses his head into her lap. His cheek nuzzles against her thigh. He breathes in her scent. He groans, a low, rumbling growl of satisfaction. He can feel her, even through the cloth of her pants. He can feel her heat and smell her.

"I want you," he moans. "I need you. Please, let me please you."

He can feel the heat coming off of her, the needing heat that radiates from her. He can smell it. She needs it too. His eyes are locked as if he's staring right through her clothing. He presses his body into hers, grinding himself against her.

His hips move up and down, grinding against her as he moans. His fingers fumble at her pants, tugging at them, desperate. He lifts his hands to Indie's clothes and starts to undo them, his fingers shaking with need.

[grox]

[Meekly] I own you

[whump-or-whatever]

I’m a sucker for whumpee being thrown against a wall.

The huff of air that is forced from their chest. The hands on the wall to steady themself. The dazed expression or bloody nose when they hit their head/face off the wall. The crumpling/sliding to the ground. The cowering and curling up to shield themself from further attack. The aggravation of previous injuries

[poutykatt]

[darkplaceblankface]

hello. just wanted to say i've been reading your work recently and am currently obsessed with it (i commented something about marthaliam. sorry about that but the marthaliam warrior cannot rest) and just want to say thank you for being the number one men suffering writer on ao3 💗

omg im the number one?? I will take my crown 👑👑

marthaliam is the rarepair not even I would anticipate. If it was ever an impulse she had, idk if she would ever act on it and mostly be like "you know that nice, cute one at the ridge" She is unfortunately very jaded toward men because of Nick, but you're now kinda inspiring text on how exactly Liam is going to get out of his situation with Anika....

The end of Liam's story...there are concepts of a plan. I know exactly what I want to reveal, which you are close to in your comments...and there's a very specific reason she gave Zara a block, and why she does not come out to fight in the Blitzkrieg but will appear later in the main story.(Hint: sssss)

[iamafkrn]

i just love super op characters. if my oc doesnt become god by the end of their arc i did something wrong smh

[darkplaceblankface]

whaaaaaaaaa you are silent Mocha?? Omggg i have read your fics on ao3 just a few days ago !!! i can't belive itt Haiiiii !!

Omg heyyyy!!! ;) 💕💕

[poutykatt]

Men do look better with collars. And they do make good dogs.

[domwitch2]

Haughty slutty concubine who pouts and whines when I bathe without him and says he won't dance for me anymore because I've been ignoring him. I don't have time for his temper so I shrug and go about my business, leaving him alone. He breaks after the 7th day and bursts into my room while I'm working, begging me to take him back. I'm confused, since I've actually been busy this whole time and couldn't see him even if I had wanted to, but I of course can't leave my beloved concubine hanging so I take him on my desk while he thanks me over and over again. After that, I bring him to my meetings, sitting in his lap while he wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles his face into my neck.

[quantumacekink]

Some fun, non-sex ways to use and violate another person’s body against their will, without their participation

💖 Punching bag 💖

Cuddling partner/plush 🧸

Artistic canvas 🎨 - body painting, rope art, hickies, scratches, tattoos, carvings, brands, etc

Dress-up doll

✨Don’t.✨Just leave them stored without stimulus.

Noisemaker

Scientific test subject 🧪- chemical concoctions, new torture devices, etc

Party decoration

Piece of furniture

Cleaning feet/pits/whatever using their (forced-open) mouth 🦶😮

Urinal

Ashtray

Practice dummy for rope tying, kisses, surgery, etc 🪢

Chew toy or treat for your pet

Part of a terrarium ecosystem 🌱🐞🐍🐺

Stress ball/stim 👋🍑

Harvesting blood, hair, a spare kidney, etc 🧛‍♀️

[babykattttt-deactivated20260419]

Men in glasses are such little SLUTS ✨

[puppybxyy]

#me

[jasperrwrites]

“are they lovers?” worse. they were supposed to be and never got the chance to

[so-many-ocs]

no dude it's so cool how attached you are to that character who is singled out and ostracized due to the external monstrousness that clashes with their internal spark of humanity. and i love how drawn you are to themes of horror and love, nature versus nurture, otherness, isolation, and the abject. i bet you have normal feelings about your own personhood