#just a predator

[xjeric]

I made a flatworm..it has no eyespots or rhinospores but it's soft and I like it

[serpulalacrymans]

Well, Law.. That was quite some time ago. And please know. I wouldn't be aggressive like I am on here. I do have more self control then you think, sweetheart. ♡♡

- V

Sure. Threatening to prowl until I'm at rest to take your aggressions out on me truly reads as a well-adjusted individual.

[sh1-n0bu]

some things humans do that seems like self mutilation to your yautja mate

when you cut your nails or file them down after they break off unevenly, constantly annoying you or scratching over your skin. it looks like you’re de-clawing yourself to your yautja and the next time you try to file down your nails, the nail kit is harder to find or has been used up as target practice while a very much innocent yautja clicks and clack his mandibles around

when you cut your hair short or at least trim the edges, especially at home. to yautjas, their dreadlocks AKA tentacles, are their extra sensors. they must be greatly taken care of, handled with care and even longer and well maintained dreadlocks are greatly desired amongst yautja society. long and well cared of dreadlocks means the yautja is an experienced hunter and old even in some cases and their kin desires to be an experienced, well aged, elder hunters. some tribes would even cut off the dreadlocks of prisoner yautjas of other tribes or bad bloods, so whenever the snipping sound of the scissor rings out, your mate has to suppress a shiver or hold back an angered growl at the scissors for daring to hurt his mate. the first few times, there were definitely snatching away of the sharp object or perhaps even one of their precise laser beams were fired to kick that thing away from your hair and hands. but even after many times of explaining and soothing, your yautja mate would still have some problem hiding his angered growl every time you snip away at your hair

whenever you brush your teeth. brushing teeth is nothing known to them due to their mouth anatomy and fangs. plus, their diet consists of fresh, uncooked meat most of the time which requires sharp canines and not so bright teeth (side note: yellow teeth are okay in humans because the actual bone color is yellow so yellow teeth means strong teeth or so i read). besides, the sound the brush makes when you brush your teeth sounds like the one a file would make when filing down bones so to them, it sounds like you’re filing down your fangs. sometimes, your yautja mate thinks that perhaps this is why you need to eat cooked meat and doesn’t have sharp fangs like him. and of course, the first few times, your toothbrush went missing

‘oomans are very weird with odd customs and desire for self-mutilation. sometimes, your mate would think this is perhaps why ‘oomans are so physically weak. that they purposefully make themselves weaker and would sometimes even have a growing sense of respect for ‘ooman warriors for even with all these self-mutilations and making themselves weaker, smaller and slower, they still manage to survive and sometimes even win against yautjas. ‘oomans were truly fascinating little creatures. but right now, your yautja is more keen to the idea of wrapping his body around your smaller one to keep you safe while you rest. though one of the many positive aspects, is that you make cute noises in your sleep

[artemisia-nova]

i'd protect him with my entire life btw

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[tinyfantasminha]

w ..... why are you looking at me like that 😳

inspired by this picture from the Beastars manga  ↓

[afreakforyautja]

Trapped (yautja x human)

Part 1

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Read Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 💚

You’ve been assigned as a biologist to an extremely remote location.

You took the job because you needed the money, and you didn’t question the oddly high salary they offered.

It didn’t take long to realize the truth: you were there to study and collect samples from alien lifeforms such as yautjas and xenomorphs.

The catch behind the generous paycheck became obvious… you could be killed at any moment while working.

At least the aliens were unconscious during your examinations, but there was always the slim, terrifying chance they might wake up and eviscerate you.

You stuck to a strict schedule, never missing a second. A tiny delay in your work could mean your death.

One day, while working on a xenomorph, the facility alarm blared through the room. The doors slammed shut, completely locking you in.

You didn’t even know what to panic about first: the fact that you were now trapped with a deadly alien… or the reason the lockdown had triggered in the first place.

What could’ve possibly escaped that made the entire facility seal itself off?

Seconds dragged like hours as your shaking hands fumbled with the manual override.

You finally got the door halfway open, only to find yourself face to face with another alien. One you recognized.

Its mandibles clicked as it tilted its head at you in a strange, almost curious motion.

Your mouth went dry as you stared. You remembered all the times you’d examined this particular yautja, speaking softly to yourself while studying its body.

“Please, don’t,” you whispered, raising your hands in surrender, trying to make yourself look as small as possible.

The yautja just stared, its head tilting slightly again, studying you.

Maybe it recognized your voice, all those hours you spoke aloud while working.

A deep, rumbling purr built in its chest. You blinked, stunned.

Then, in a flash, it shoved you aside—just in time.

The xenomorph behind you lunged, missing you by inches.

The yautja caught it mid-air, gripping it tightly. Their battle had begun-

and you had nowhere to run.

[quarterlifekitty]

Thinking about the difference between being called bunny and rabbit by price

Bunny is a soft, helpless domestic little thing. Bred for his amusement (in more ways than one). Gets laid belly up, vulnerable and unaware, for Price to enjoy. Gets hand fed and carefully groomed. Bunny jumps in his lap the minute he sits down when he gets home.

Rabbit is a wide eyed, shaking prey animal that can recognize him for the predator that he is. Can see the glint of his sharp teeth. Gets chased down. Takes food in quick bursts, avoiding grabbing hands. Kicks their legs when finally caught. Needs to be held down firm with their face to the dirt, ass up, pussy presented while they get filled with his kits, teeth buried in their neck.

Edit: a little more

[catcze]

cw CNC, monsterfucking, predator/prey

Playing predator/prey with dragon Sylus in the woods…. Trying your best to outwit and outsmart him, standing still like a frightened little animal every time you hear the great flap of his wings, your cunt growing wetter whenever you hear him calling out for you, telling you that it’s pointless to hide from him— that he’ll find you eventually.

And when his hand grabs your ankle, dragging you out from under the bush you’re hiding while you shriek with surprise, he’s smirking, eyes glowing and cocky in the victory that he’d got from you. And, as is his prize for capturing his prey, he pushes you down, folding you in half in a mating press, and stuffing his thick, ridged cock so deep inside your sopping cunt that your eyes roll back and all you can do is cling to his shoulders while he takes his prize for a successful hunt.

[aloveofclaritea]

"What are you going to do, have genital inspections to use the bathrooms?"

-a TRA

Males truly cannot conceive of the idea of simply respecting the space and boundaries of women. It literally doesn't cross their minds, so their minds immediately jump to whether or not women can forcibly stop them. The belief is that if a woman cannot forcibly prevent it, you may take anything you like from her with impunity.

- Marian Rutigliano

[marzipanandminutiae]

every time a man assumes I'm a tradwife type because of how I dress, I just want to be like "at any given time it's been an average of three weeks since I last shaved my armpits. sometimes longer"

[laundy]

sinners

[samcarpnter]

@FINALGIRLSOURCE FINAL GIRL APPRECIATION WEEK DAY #2: FAVORITE FINAL GIRL CONFRONTATION ♡ NARU VS THE FERAL PREDATOR

[idyllwave]

predators in a zombie apocalypse. i'm going to write a fic of this 🗿

Humans (mainly the scientists and a certain big corporation that wanted to play with viruses) decided to fuck around and find out, and what did they get in return? An infestation. A disease. A zombie apocalypse.

And there was no cure in sight.

As for the predators, when a few of them decided to do a hunt on earth as they usually would, they take a pause. A species they quite enjoy taunting and hunting down is literally going extinct right before their eyes - and they refuse to just blow the earth up like they would do to an xenomorph invasion. They may be hunters, but even they know they shouldn't do that - well, only because they didn't want to take humans off the "fun to torment/hunt list."

So imagine your surprise as you were being surrounded by a group of zombies, trying your best to shoot at each and every one of them, about to be overrun ... only to be saved. Plasma like blasts shot past your head and into the hordes coming your way.

The zombies were taken down without any sort of trouble, and when you turned to see who had fired those blasts. Nothing. You didn't see anyone else around. No one was going to believe you if you said a word about this.

Not a single person.

Meanwhile, up on a roof of a building, a yautja was watching closely as you shakily bent down to grab your backpack, took one final look around, before making a swift exit. You looked strong, but he had to remind himself that he wasn't here to hunt you (yet), he had to first clean up the mess you humans made.

[applerums]

girl are you an alligator cause.. uhh..... um. i'm. afraid to get near you.

[afreakforyautja]

He’s like a curious cat 🥰

[stingray-art]

you cling so tightly to the beast that waits to devour you

(please don’t tag as ship)