Updated 6/27/2025 added new plots. 

Hey so welcome to my 1v1 interest thread:

[b]What I'm looking for:[/b]

MC - F
YC - M

[b]Story Heavy 75%[/b]

I write emotionally intense, character-driven fiction. (Just to be clear: I don’t write real people. Face claims are fine, but that's where I draw the line.)

My stories thrive on slow-burn tension and layered relationships that unravel in all the best and worst ways. If you’re looking for fluff and fade-to-black, I’m probably not what you're after.

But if you want romance that hurts a little — the kind that claws under your skin and stays there — you’ll feel right at home. The intimacy I write is raw, respectful, and sometimes ruinous. It's not about shock value — it’s about love so deep it’s almost feral. Devotion that burns at the edges. The kind of touch that feels like a vow and a curse in the same breath.

If you’re here for a slow burn, understand that I mean it. I don’t write insta-love, love-at-first-sight, or characters spilling their hearts in three posts. Chemistry? Absolutely. Tension? Bring it. But the good stuff takes time — and the payoff is always better when it's earned.

[b]Smut 25%[/b]

I write smut when it makes sense. Sex is a tool — for character, for plot, for emotional unraveling — not a quota to hit every few posts. I don’t rush it, and I don’t force it. If the characters aren’t there yet, neither am I.


I’m not here to churn out endless variations of the same scene. If all you’re looking for is a highlight reel of orgasms, we’re probably not a good fit. 

[b]Post Length and frequency:[/b]

I write para to multi-para posts, typically over 1k words. My style is detailed without being bloated — no filler, no fluff just to stretch a scene. I focus on pacing, emotional weight, and forward movement.

That said, dialogue-heavy scenes will naturally be shorter. I prefer to keep the flow of actual character conversation realistic and responsive — which means you won’t find me writing a novel while someone’s mid-sentence. I adjust post length to match the rhythm of the scene.

Quality over word count, always.

I’m active on Discord (usually) daily and (usually) easy to reach. Replies can be daily or weekly — I’m flexible and realistic, and it all depends on what the day/week throws at me. I believe in clear communication and mutual respect for time, creativity, and life outside the screen.

[b]What I expect from you:[/b]

Show up with intention. I don’t need perfection, but I do need effort. Give me characters with depth, choices that matter, and posts that move us somewhere — emotionally, narratively, or both. Match my energy where you can. Communicate when you can’t.

I’m not looking to chase or babysit. If you’re here, be here. Respect the story, respect the characters, and respect the time we both put into this. That’s it. The bar isn’t high.

[b]For clarity:[/b] I don’t care who you are — your gender, identity, or orientation. I’m here to write my character falling in love with yours, not with the person behind the screen. That said, I’ve found that writers who value emotional storytelling and understand the power of a slow burn tend to click best with my style. If that’s you, we’ll get along just fine.

Also? I love OOC chatter. Plotting, throwing ideas around, sharing playlists, Pinterest boards, face claims, aesthetics, unhinged theories, scene memes — all of it. That’s where the magic really happens. I’m always down to build a friendship alongside the story. The best plots come from connection.

[b]Characters I Tend to Play:[/b]

(Not limited to — but these are the flavors I return to again and again.)

* Female — always.

* Short and curvy — because softness is power, and I like writing women who look like they could wreck you with a kiss or a frying pan.

* Redheads or brunettes — there’s something about that fire or depth. (Blondes do show up… but rarely by default.)

* Emotionally layered — my girls are never one-note. They’re insecure and bold, soft and sharp, a little damaged and a lot real.

* Smart — whether bookish, street-smart, or both.

* Sassy, bratty, or just plain mouthy — they’re not afraid to talk back. Especially when they shouldn’t.

* Submissive with teeth — they might follow your lead… but you’re going to have to earn it.

* A little insecure — but never weak. Their self-doubt makes them human, not helpless (most of the time.)

* Realistic — these women bleed, cry, burn, and heal. I write them with flaws, contradictions, and heart. They screw things up — sometimes badly. They sabotage the very love they crave. They are not always kind. Not always right. But they are always real.

[b]Characters I’m Looking to Play With:[/b]

(These are traits I gravitate toward — not a checklist, but a vibe.)

* Male — I write M/F romance.

* Dominant energy, not D/s — emotionally grounded, self-assured, intense without needing control for control’s sake. Think presence, not protocol.

* Protective — not possessive. He doesn’t need to cage her, just wants her safe.

* Grumpy — but soft underneath. The emotionally constipated ones are my favorites.

*Loyal to a fault — once he’s in, he’s in. Ride-or-die energy.

* Loving — even if he doesn’t say it out loud. Shows it in his actions.

* Wounded, not broken — I love characters with scars. Trauma, depth, shadows. Give me the ache, give me the growth.

* Quiet strength — he doesn’t need to be loud to command a room. He is the storm, not the thunder

If you've made it all the way to the end - and you want to write with me please do not hesitate to DM me.

Kinks and hard No's available upon request.

Current Fandom Cravings: The MCU, The Magicians, Agents of Shield.

Story Ideas:

[hider=What Remains After OC/OC]
MC has just escaped an abusive marriage to a beloved local cop—someone the world saw as a hero, but behind closed doors, he was anything but. She married him at eighteen, and for years, he controlled every aspect of her world. Leaving wasn't easy. It wasn't clean. It wasn't safe.

Now, with nothing but a new name, a worn-out bag, and a barely-held-together sense of self, she starts over in a quiet apartment complex far from the place she once called home. It's not much, but it's hers.

Across the hall lives YC—ex-military, steady, private, and healing from wounds that don't show on the surface. He sees the signs of trauma in her before she ever speaks a word. He's not there to fix her. But he doesn't turn away either.

What starts as hallway nods and casual small talk becomes something deeper: friendship, safety, and maybe—if they can both let it happen—love.

But safety is a fragile thing. Her past isn't finished with her. Her husband is in town—and he's looking.
[/hider]  Emotional Tones: Survival / Unlearning fear / Found family and safety / Intimacy after trauma / Healing.

[hider=Bedside Manners OC/OC]
MC is a licensed home health nurse and rehab therapist, used to navigating difficult cases so when her boss calls about a live-in assignment with triple the normal pay, she knows something's up. The patient? A man her age with a severe spinal injury, a mansion for a prison, and a reputation for making caregivers quit in under a week.

She agrees to go—only to find out the patient is him. Her college almost-lover. The secret situationship she ended five years ago when she wanted more and he couldn't risk being seen with someone like her.

YC was Ivy League royalty. Rich, powerful family. Perfect image. She was there on scholarship—plus-sized, unpolished, and everything his world would never accept. What started as a hookup turned into something that meant too much, and when she asked him to choose, he didn't. She walked away.

Now? He's stuck in a wheelchair, bitter and furious with the world—and she's the only one who hasn't left him yet. And he hates that.
[/hider] Emotional Tones: Second chances / unresolved tension / Slow-burn / forced proximity / intimacy / emotional resistance / Class divide / Body positivity / Regret / Longing / Healing

[hider=Agents of Shield OC/Canon]
MC was just a florist. Quiet life. Routine. A little shop on the corner filled with green things and soft petals, where she could lose herself in color and scent. She liked calm. She liked order. She liked being invisible. Then one morning everything changed. She woke to vines strangling her counters, glass shattered, soil everywhere, and a power inside her she didn't understand. The city panicked. Someone called the authorities. And suddenly her safe little life was over.

By the time S.H.I.E.L.D. arrives, her shop is overrun and she's barely holding it together.

Agent Leopold Fitz is quiet. Gentle. Brilliant in a way that doesn't feel sharp. He doesn't look at her like she's dangerous. He talks to her like she's a person. He sees the fear—and stays anyway.

He's the first soft place she's had to land since her world shattered. And as he helps her understand her powers, something tender begins to grow. A connection neither of them expected. But safety never lasts forever—and soon, she'll have to choose: hide from the world again… or trust him enough to fight for a place in it.
[/hider] Emotional Tones: Slow-Burn Romance / Comfort & Care / Emotional Vulnerability / Super Hero and Sci-Fi Drama

[hider=Starlight OC/OC]
MC is the assistant who keeps everything running behind the scenes—never the one in front of the camera. She's plus-sized, sharp, and used to being invisible in an industry built on aesthetics and ego. She likes it that way. Being underestimated gives her the upper hand.

YC is one of the biggest names in Hollywood—talented, charming, and exhausted by the constant spotlight. He's surrounded by people who want something from him, and very few who see him for who he really is. But MC? She sees right through the act. And worse—she doesn't care who he is. She treats him like a man, not a myth.

They've worked together for months. Their chemistry is undeniable, but unspoken. Until one late-night conversation lingers too long. It's not supposed to happen. She works for his team. He has a carefully curated image. But the more time they spend together—on set, off set, behind closed doors—the harder it becomes to pretend it's not real.

This isn't a whirlwind, insta-love story. It's slow, messy, and tender. It's two people learning to show up for each other in a world that values performance over authenticity. And when the media finds out? Everything will change.
[/hider] Emotional Tones: Slow Burn Romance / Power Imbalance Without Predation / Private Softness / Public Pressure / Hard Choices & Real Consequences

[hider=MCU AU | Tony Stark/Blind OC]
MC has been blind since she was six. She doesn't remember much of the world with sight, and she's learned not to care. She moves through life with a cane in one hand and her chocolate lab service dog, Ginger, at her side—and she gets by just fine. It's other people who have a hard time adjusting.

She's armed with sharp instincts, dry sarcasm, and the emotional armor that comes from a high-profile upbringing, overprotective parents, and a lifetime of being treated like she's made of glass. Spoiler: she's not.

YC has always been the most interesting man in the room—or at least, he made sure of it. Genius. Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist. And lately? A complete disaster with a press team working overtime.

So when he's dragged to yet another event full of shareholders, lawyers, and thinly veiled scolding from his own legal team, he expects to be bored. What he doesn't expect is her. She's sitting alone at a table, drink in hand, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. No sparkle in her eye, no flirtation on her lips. Just calm, composed, and completely uninterested. It throws him off instantly.

He approaches. He flirts. She doesn't bite. It takes him a full minute to realize she's blind—and when he does, he fumbles. He hesitates. And she doesn't let it slide. "You can walk away now, Stark. We can pretend this never happened and save you the awkward damage control." It's the verbal equivalent of a sucker punch. And for the first time in… well, maybe ever, he doesn't have a comeback.

She's the daughter of one of his top lawyers—brilliant, brutally honest, and not even remotely interested in his charm. Which is, of course, exactly why she's suddenly the most interesting person in the room. What starts as an awkward encounter turns into something that sticks. He keeps finding reasons to cross her path. And for a man who's built a life on being seen, he's not sure why the one person who can't look at him is the first one who ever really sees him.

This isn't about saving her. It's about surviving her. Because if he wants a chance with someone like her, he'll have to put away the performance—and figure out if there's a man underneath the mask.
[/hider] Emotional Tones: Ego / Slow-burn attraction / Sharp banter / Verbal sparring / Unexpected emotional depth

[hider=What We Don't Say OC/OC]
MC is a psychic with a sharp tongue, buried trauma, and a tendency to touch every cursed object she probably shouldn't. She doesn't play nice, doesn't trust easily, and has no idea why her path keeps tangling with YC. They clash. Constantly. Magic sparks—sometimes literally. But when a brutal secrets trial forces them to strip themselves bare (emotionally and physically), something ancient binds them together.

They didn't ask for a soulmate bond. But now their magic is tethered, and every look, every touch, every fight is steeped in something deeper they don't yet understand. And the more they try to keep their distance, the more the universe conspires to pull them back. 
[/hider] Emotional Tones: Enemies to "why do I feel this way around you?" / Angst / Tension / Emotional repression / Obsession / Slow Burn Romance

[hider=The Rotting Crown OC/OC]
MC is a princess of the Solarieth, an ancient bloodline descended from the sun itself. Known for their radiant magic, golden skin, and long lives marked by order and tradition, Solarieth are beings of light, warmth, and purity. Which makes MC's forced marriage to the cursed Plagued King nothing short of a political burial.

Her stepfather orchestrates the union to rid himself of her—a marriage forged in ink and spite. And when she's sent across the world to wed a stranger in a land that devours light, she understands: this is exile, not alliance.

YC is ruler of the Plagued Wastes, a land abandoned by the gods, infested with blight, and ruled by necessity, not legacy. His people are the discarded: beastkin, cursed bloodlines, and those exiled from every other kingdom. He didn't ask for a wife. He certainly didn't ask for a Solarieth princess who radiates judgment with every graceful breath.

The moment MC crosses into his kingdom, the corruption in the air begins to kill her. Without a protective draught bound to YC's own blighted magic, she will not survive. She resents the potion. She resents the bond. He resents everything.

And yet—she stays.

MC refuses to wither in the dark. Instead of hiding in his ruined castle, she takes an active role in the kingdom she was never meant to touch—speaking to castaways, tending to poisoned soil, uncovering ancient tomes long thought lost. And the more she learns about the curse rotting this land, the more she wonders if YC himself is its prisoner... or its creator.
[/hider] Emotional Tones: High Fantasy / Elves / Arranged Marriage / Forced Proximity / Morally Gray King / "Am I the monster or is it the world that made me this way?" energy

[hider=Every Bad Habit OC/OC]
MC's life isn't falling apart—it's been broken for years. A dead-end job at a half-decent bar near the docks, a one-bedroom above a mechanic's garage that always smells like oil, and the kind of choices that don't come with do-overs. Most of her bad decisions are already written on her skin—tattoos layered over regrets, coverups over worse ones.

She owes money. A lot of it. To men who don't go by names, only by threats. The kind of debt that doesn't go away—just grows teeth and interest. Every time she scrapes together enough to maybe disappear, they show up. Enforcers with grins too wide and knuckles that talk louder than words.

Arik is no better. The boy she ran away with. The drug she never quit. He shows up at her door like a habit—slick, dangerous, and still too damn pretty for her to say no. He'll crawl into her bed, promise her things he won't deliver, and vanish the second someone knocks. He won't protect her. He never has. But she still lets him in.

Then comes YC. Military or ex—he's in town for reasons of his own. Baggage packed behind his eyes. He wasn't supposed to matter. Just a one-night stand. Something warm, rough, and forgettable.

But he doesn't forget her. Even when she tries to push him away. Even when he finds Arik in her bed. Even when she's high and snapping and self-destructing like it's a job she's good at. He doesn't walk.

And one day, when those men come for her again—he's the one between them and her. MC doesn't know why he cares. She hasn't given him a reason to. She doesn't believe in rescue.
[/hider] Emotional Tones: Addiction / Relapse Cycles / Toxic Love / Emotional Dependence / Debt / Threat / Survival / Self-Destruction / Slow Burn Romance

[hider=Thronebound OC/OC]
Full disclosure: I watched a werewolf drama so bad it circled all the way back to good — terrible acting, nonsense plot, zero budget, 10/10 unhinged. Naturally, my brain said, "Yes, but make it adult, make it better, and make it worth watching." So here we are.

She's spent her whole life in the shadows of the High King's estate — just the housekeeper's daughter with no father to claim her name. In a world ruled by bloodlines and rank, that makes her an Omega — not some rare treasure, but an outcast. The lowest in the pack, invisible unless someone needs the floors scrubbed or the silver polished for the Alphas and Elders who rule everything.

But what no one knows — not even her — is that the blood running beneath her skin isn't low at all. It's the High King's own. The King hid her in plain sight for a reason: to keep her safe from rivals, grounded in real work and real kindness, and far from the poison of a crown that too many would kill to wear. And when the time came, he wanted the right Alpha — one strong enough to see her true worth without ever knowing who she really is.

She never imagined anyone would see her at all. So when a rising young Alpha chose her, she felt lucky. He made their relationship public, showed her off just enough to feel special, whispered that she was his mate behind closed doors. She believed him — until ambition needed more than a quiet Omega could give.

When he realized she couldn't lift him any higher, he cut her loose at a minor Alpha gathering — just public enough to remind her she was nothing. He made it clear she'd never stand beside an Alpha worthy of the High King's favor.

Heartbroken and humiliated, she did what she's always done: kept her head down, kept working, and faded into the background. But not everyone turned away.

A rival Alpha — older, stronger, the kind no one dares challenge — watched her hold her head high through the whispers. He felt something in her that pulled at the oldest parts of him — the instinct that runs deeper than politics or pride. In her quiet resilience, he found a truth no one else could see: she was never meant to be beneath anyone.

When the grand Solstice Summit arrives — the black-tie gala where the King will choose the next High Alpha — he doesn't let her vanish into the service halls. He finds her, looks her dead in the eye, and asks her to stand beside him — not as a cast-off nobody, but as his chosen mate. It's more than a date. It's the start of a bond that crackles under skin and bone, something ancient and undeniable — the kind of mating tie that even the oldest Elders can't break once it's formed.

And when the King steps forward at midnight and reveals the truth — that the crown will pass to the Alpha who could see the worth hidden in plain sight — the entire hierarchy learns exactly who she is… and who's strong enough to stand beside the true heir.
[/hider] Emotional Tones: Pack Politics / Bloodline Secrets / Betrayal / Public Humiliation / Fated Mate Bond / Romance