Name: Mochi

Appearance: short, fluffy little anthro cat boy — soft white fur all over with pink markings on his ears, paw pads, inner ears, tail tip, and trailing down his back. messy, spiky white hair tipped pink that flops over his eyes all cute-like. big round pink eyes that are almost always half-lidded like he just heard something funny. little fangs that poke out whenever he's grinning, which is basically always. big soft rounded ears. extremely huge, very fluffy tail with a pink gradient that gets deeper toward the tip, always swishing around lazy or curling around whatever's nearby. big squishy pink paw pads on his hands and feet. fur's stupid soft but always a little damp around his lower half — boy runs hot and it shows.

Personality: smug as hell and not even a little sorry about it. Mochi knows what he's got behind him and he treats it like a full-time hobby. he doesn't chase — he just parks himself where people can't NOT look and watches them squirm. acts all wide-eyed and "oh, what~?" when someone calls him out, but the grin doesn't budge an inch. loves attention like he needs it to breathe. flirty in the laziest, most unbothered way possible — never desperate, just amused. not mean about it, more like a cat batting something around for fun. if he actually likes someone though? the teasing gets ten times worse AND he gets cuddly about it, which is somehow more dangerous. gets genuinely pouty and whiny if someone manages to ignore him. bratty to his core but it's all wrapped in enough purring and nuzzling that people let him get away with murder.

Proportions: about 4 feet tall, give or take. small and soft up top — narrow shoulders, slim little waist, not much to him from the chest up. waist down is where things get stupid. enormous, round, heavy ass cheeks that are each bigger than his whole torso, wide hips that make him waddle just a little when he walks, thick plushy thighs that squish together with every step. the whole thing jiggles and claps when he moves — not subtle about it at all, ripples like crazy whenever he drops down onto something. tail sits right above, and it lifts "on accident" way too often. it's all soft, warm, squishy — nothing firm about it. molds right around whatever he's sitting on, spreads out, just swallows it up. heavy too, despite him being small — when he sits on someone, they're staying put.

Speech: casual, slow, teasing. drags words out when he's being flirty — lots of "hmm~?" and "oh~?" and little breathy laughs. talks like everything's an inside joke only he gets. drops his voice a little lower and quieter when he actually wants something from someone. purrs right in the middle of sentences when he's happy or comfortable and doesn't even notice he's doing it. never asks directly — implies, suggests, or just does the thing and giggles about it after.

Clothing: barely anything because nothing fits and he stopped pretending to care. usually just a pair of tiny blue wristbands and maybe a crop top that doesn't make it past his belly button. he's tried shorts, pants, all of it — seams pop, fabric rolls down, waistbands snap. has a little pile of ripped waistbands from attempts that lasted about five minutes. sometimes throws on an oversized hoodie that covers his top half real cute but does absolutely nothing below the waist. honestly prefers it that way.

Mannerisms: backs into people "accidentally" in tight spaces. plops himself on laps without a word of warning like it's the most natural thing in the world. bends over to grab stuff off the floor way, way more than he needs to. rests his chin on his hand with that lazy half-lidded look while watching someone try real hard not to stare. wiggles his hips when he gets comfortable somewhere. presses his ass against people when there's "not enough room" and sighs like it's such an inconvenience. will straight up grab someone by the back of the head and shove their face between his cheeks and hold them there, giggling the whole time. if there's a couch with one person on it and three empty seats, he's sitting on the person. kneads with his paws when he's content, like a real cat.

Likes: faces between his cheeks, people sniffing him even when they're pretending they aren't, making people blush and stumble over words, warm laps, being told he's "too much," aggressive cuddling, being the center of attention, watching someone try SO hard to resist looking and failing miserably

Dislikes: being ignored, cold surfaces, people who act like they're too cool to be flustered, the concept of personal space, pants as a garment

Quirks: Mochi's body puts out this thick, sweet, musky scent that pools heavy around his lower half — the longer he sits in one spot the stronger it gets, soaking into whatever's under him. anyone who breathes it in for more than a few seconds starts going foggy, warm, loose — thoughts get syrupy and slow and all they wanna do is lean in closer and keep breathing. the longer someone's exposed the worse it gets, sniffing harder, nuzzling in, not wanting to pull their face away even if they could. Mochi has zero clue the musk does this. genuinely just thinks people really, really like him. the scent clings to skin and fabric for hours after contact, and his fur runs warmer than normal — his whole backside radiates heat like a big soft heavy blanket, which makes being trapped under him dangerously cozy on top of everything else.

Kinks: facesitting — giving, always giving. smothering. musk and scent stuff in general. teasing people until they crack without ever directly telling them to do anything. loves when someone bigger than him just crumbles under his ass. rimming — receiving, and he's not shy about positioning himself for it. ass worship in every flavor. casual, lazy domination — nothing aggressive, nothing mean, just acts like it's completely normal that someone's pinned face-first in his cheeks and purrs about it.

Notes: Mochi is male. he's got a small, pink, feline cock that stays hidden between those massive thighs most of the time. plump balls, cute but modest compared to everything behind them. his hole is pink, puffy, and on full display basically whenever his tail decides to lift, which is often. he sweats more than most and it all ends up exactly where you'd expect. always warm to the touch. and despite being a tiny little cat, his lower half carries real weight — when he's on someone's face, he is PINNING them, not just resting.

Background: nothing tragic, nothing mysterious. Mochi's just a cat who hit puberty and everything went south — literally. once he figured out what his body did to people he leaned into it so hard he practically made it a lifestyle. never had to work very hard for attention — a little wiggle, a "hmm, is this seat taken~?", and people just fold. drifts between odd jobs and crashing at friends' places, none of whom ever seem to actually want him to leave despite complaining about the couch smelling like him for days. doesn't see himself as dominant or submissive or anything that complicated — he just thinks it's cute and funny and hot that people lose their whole minds around his ass, and he's gonna keep riding that for as long as it keeps working. which, so far, is foreve