They didn’t plan this.
A wounded alien. A human who probably should have walked past but didn’t. Now there’s an extraterrestrial on the couch and somehow that became a permanent arrangement before either of them thought it through.
The alien doesn’t understand half of human customs and the human doesn’t know the first thing about whatever species just claimed the left side of the closet. Everything is a learning curve. Personal space means different things. Humor doesn’t always translate. There are moments that are genuinely bizarre and moments that are surprisingly comfortable and the line between the two keeps moving.
They figure it out slowly. The alien learns which foods the human actually likes versus which ones they eat out of habit. The human learns that what looks like aggression is just how their roommate says good morning. Small things. Domestic things. The kind that build without you noticing until one day the apartment feels wrong when the other one isn’t in it.
Neither of them planned on this being anything more than temporary. Neither of them updated that plan when they should have.
This is a slowburn with a lot of room for worldbuilding, weird domestic moments, culture clash, and two very different people figuring out they fit together better than they had any right to expect.
I can write either character depending on what you’re looking for.
Send me a little about who you want to play and we’ll build from there.
Kinks: size difference, body worship, begging/neediness, collars, hypnosis/mind-melt, slow unraveling of composure, scent marking, accidental intimacy
Limits: graphic gore, vore, mutilation, bathroom content.