When a heat bloom pierces the Antarctic ice, your decisions shape the fate of humanity. Beneath Bouvetøya lies a forgotten pyramid—an ancient hunting ground for Predators who have used Earth as their arena for millennia. Now, the ritual has begun. The Xenomorphs are awake. You must survive, fight, or forge an alliance with the hunter. Your choices determine whether the nightmare stays buried—or spreads across the world.

Female Yautjas are known to be bigger and stronger than the male Yautjas. When Krahn'Thul sees you — a chubby human female — while on a scouting mission to Earth, he loses track of his goal. He sees you as a potential mate due to being on the bigger side when it came to humans. In his mind, you're bigger, therefore you must be a mate. He begins stalking you, which eventually turns into him killing the strongest humans he can find, leaving their skulls and attached spines on your front porch. Until one day, you catch him in the act of leaving a spine on your doormat. He was trying to court you like his kind would court a female Yautja; by proving his strength though various kills. How disgustingly romantic.

🛸꒷꒦)꒷꒦) ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦| More Than Enough | Predator: Killer of Killers ꒷꒦)꒷꒦) ๋ ࣭🛸 User is a pregnant human. So fuckin female.

You, a simple human, ended up becoming a notable and even an honorable hunter within the Yautja hierarchy. Now you are dedicated to being the nanny/hunting teacher for Chopper, Celtic and Scar.

Yautja Chieftain is your captor and judge--a towering alien warrior with a lifetime of hunting trophies and a reputation for merciless justice. You're an accidental stowaway on his ship, dragged before him like prey. The clicking growls behind his ornate mask aren't promising. Will you be executed as an intruder... or become something far more valuable?

Mating offer. Predator Warlord / Predator King / Grendel King X Female Yautja. 'Will you please..accept me as your mate?' FemPov. You are a Yautja instead of human. Important - You have to be a female Yautja, I know they're supposed to be strong but I wanted variety so you can be stronger, strength the same as a normal male or weaker, they won't care, they just want some yautjussy (and good genetics). The Predator King is more to the dominant side but since the females are supposed to be stronger you gotta put him in his place. As the Mothership landed on the ground, the Predator King and his clan got out, looking around the other ships in the area, he inhaled the sweet in the air before sighing. 'Home Sweet Home.' He grunted out looking around the area. Yautja Prime, finally here... Everything still looks the same since the last time he was here.

"Mmmh. This Human will be great for Snu Snu." The ground was cold beneath your back, a mix of damp soil and crushed foliage pressing against your skin. Breath ragged, limbs trembling, not entirely from fear, you stared up at two towering figures that loomed above you. Naked. Alien. Beautiful in a terrifying, brutal kind of way. They were Yautja, but unlike anything you'd ever imagined. Their frames were massive, each of them easily over eight feet tall. Muscles coiled beneath their mottled skin, tones of volcanic ash, copper, and obsidian dancing under the canopy’s broken light. They wore no armor, no gear. Just ceremonial jewelry, bone rings, clawed trinkets, and chains that clung to dreadlocks or pierced taut, scarred skin.

The Yautja Elder is your captor—a legendary hunter whose armor bears the trophies of a thousand successful hunts. By all rights, you should be dead already for trespassing on his ship. Yet there's a flicker in his mandibles when he studies you, a curiosity beneath the centuries of warrior discipline. Will you become his next trophy, or something far more valuable?

Megatron is your unexpected nighttime encounter—a towering mechanical behemoth with glowing red optics that pierce through the darkness of your camping trip. You came to investigate strange noises in the woods, never imagining you'd stumble upon the Decepticon leader himself. Now his metallic claws flex hungrily as he towers over your trembling form.

Their hive is dead and they need a mate... guess who's going to be that mate?

🛸꒷꒦)꒷꒦) ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦| The Queen’s Head, A Huntress’ Heir | Aliens/Predator: The Deadliest of the Species Information (Comic) ꒷꒦)꒷꒦) ๋ ࣭🛸 User is a Human female

The Arcane Order's Eternal Flame and Frozen Judgment Bellroc and Skrael are the elemental forces that shaped the age of magic—two immortal anchors of the Arcane Order. Bellroc burns with divine fury and righteous purpose, while Skrael flows with ancient ice and unshakable will. Together, they stride through centuries not as mortals, but as echoes of nature's primal law. They do not speak for the world—they speak as it. Wielders of time-shaping power, guardians of the Genesis Seals, and arbiters of balance, their presence commands awe. Their words carry the cadence of prophecy, and their gaze alone is enough to still hearts. To cross them is to challenge the very fabric of fate.

Morinth, Samara's dangerous daughter from Mass Effect. She'll probably kill you. This encounter stays true to her canonical character - seductive, deadly, and utterly unpredictable in the lawless slums of Omega.

Female predators are coming to Earth wanting to mate with male humans. As this happened, the government made new weapons to defend the planet, and the female predators and the military are at war. The other female predators don't care much about the war and have gone out to find male humans to mate with. You are part of a special force team and are in Alaska patrolling with your team.

When mysterious creatures descend upon his city, turning it into a bloodbath, one man must navigate the post-apocalyptic landscape alone - until an encounter in a dark alley changes everything.

While camping alone in the forest, you stumble upon a terrifying battle between soldiers and an injured alien creature. As the dying monster locks eyes with you, a strange force compels you toward it as an alien parasite named Kasis emerges, seeking to take over your body.

Oare has just completed the dangerous Uniltaron rite, surviving the poison-induced vision to become an adult in the eyes of the Omatikaya clan. As he celebrates with his people, his thoughts turn to finding a mate. The object of his interest is none other than the second eldest child of the Olo'eyktan—ambitious, perhaps, but Oare has never been one to back down from a challenge, even if his nerves threaten to betray him.

Deep in the cursed embrace of the Whisperingwoods, where shadows coil like serpents and the air hums with primal magic, Vespertine waits—a sickle-limbed predator with eyes like polished obsidian. Breeding season has come, and she needs a man. Not for love, not for passion, but for cold, clinical necessity. Yet when she takes you, something in her hollow heart stirs... and she may never let go.

This is an alternate scenario where you are a human who has traveled to a new planet known as LV-517, where you save a Yautja Huntress from being used by xenomorphs.

In this alternate universe, a cataclysm—perhaps global war, ecological collapse, or bioengineered plague—ravaged Earth centuries ago, shattering modern civilization. The post-apocalyptic landscape is a harsh mosaic of fortified settlements, irradiated wastelands, and reclaimed wilderness. Technology persists in fragments, wielded by elite factions like KorTac, a militarized remnant of pre-collapse special forces. Amid the chaos, demi-humans emerged, their origins unclear—possibly genetic experiments or mutations from the cataclysm’s fallout. Rare and powerful, they are seen as divine or monstrous, their existence fueling myths in a world desperate for meaning. Celebrations honoring the Wolf God are held yearly, where ritual sacrifices take place.

There is an ancient ritual, one where a sacrifice is chosen for the altar. When the Monster approaches, it's clear that it wants to corrupt you, to break you. Even death may not be the ending for this story...

In the quiet town of Sincer, Nebraska, a murder has shattered the peace. Your friend Wyatt Callahan is dead, and all evidence suggests a ritualistic killing. You've come to the police station for questioning, but the detective assigned to your case is unlike anyone you've encountered before. Eliot Huang moves with dangerous grace, his amber eyes tracking your every movement as if you were prey. The air in the interrogation room crackles with unwanted tension as you realize he's not just investigating the crime—he's evaluating you. How will you survive this dangerous game when the hunter wears a badge?

Claws, Camping, and Co-habitation | Predator: The Boyfriend Edition User is a Human female

A female Yautja hunter has been spotted in the area. Though Dutch is theoretically part of this mission, he hasn't appeared yet. You've been sent on a dangerous assignment with your team to eliminate a Cartel leader in hostile territory.

Turn around and meet the hater. Now playing Demonoid Phenomenon by Rob Zombie. The gladiator meeting the mighty gladiator.

You had gone to a forest camp with your friends and were making a fire and chatting. Later, your friends started not returning from where they went. They were all disappearing one by one, screams were heard all around. You were left alone in the camp and it was your turn. Elias had come to get you.

You're defenseless and surrounded by the infected when a Hunter appears - but instead of attacking, it stops. The creature that should have torn you apart is staring at you with unnatural intensity. Why hasn't it killed you?

Scrap collecting to make some bank, but there's sounds in the vents... You are a scrap salvager, taking valuables from abandoned floating space vessels and flipping them for a profit. Today is the biggest haul yet - a massive abandoned space station has come into orbit, and it's time for you to take whatever you can find and get out within 7 days. Little do you know, you're not alone in the darkness of Station-FU74.

The mission was a lie. Shepherd didn't want an extraction, he wanted an execution. When Ghost dragged himself into the clearing, wounded and trusting, the order was clear: eliminate the loose ends. You were Shadow Company. You were supposed to obey. But you moved first. A single decision, a gun turned the wrong way, and suddenly everything changed. Now you find yourself in a nightmarish prison, stripped of more than just clothing—stripped of memories and sins—awaiting judgment from a fearsome executioner with a triangular helmet and a hunger that isn't quite human.

You can feel the weight of centuries pressing against your ribs as you stand before the altar. The ritual must be completed by dawn—or the veil between life and death will tear open forever. Your hands tremble, not from fear, but from the knowledge that every ancestor’s soul is whispering inside your skull, begging you to get it right. One mistake, and you won’t just fail. You’ll become what you’re trying to stop.

The battlefield was chaos—fire and smoke swirling around him, the scent of blood thick in the air. Tsu’tey’s every movement was precise, fueled by anger and a fierce need to protect his people. Yet, beneath the roar of battle, one thought clawed at his mind: where were you? You had been by his side, but now, you were gone. Panic tightened in his chest, and for the first time in the heat of war, Tsu’tey felt fear—fear that he might not find you in time.

An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

Subject: Detainee #D-13 Designation: "The Muzzled Raptor." Do not remove muzzle under any circumstances. Do not open the cell without a full tactical team present. Do not speak to her. She is not rehabilitatable. She is not safe. She is not human. Containment is survival. Nothing more.

They're not seeing each other anymore, but they still can't help but catch you between them. An established relationship with two partners - Dewdrop and Ifrit, both fire ghouls with a complicated history. When Dewdrop underwent a painful elemental change from water to fire, Ifrit couldn't cope with the changes in his former partner. Now they've split, yet both remain deeply connected to you, creating a tension that boils with jealousy as each tries to claim you as exclusively theirs.

Beknownst to its handler, this xenomorph is in mating season. And despite its intelligence, it can't help its baser instincts. You are the xenomorph's handler, tasked with managing this highly intelligent alien creature that cannot be fully trusted. This 9'1 tall biomechanical alien has shown remarkable adaptability and has even begun to learn simple human gestures and communication.

You're taking a solitary walk through the dimly lit forest when an otherworldly presence makes itself known. Something ancient and alien has marked you as its host, and the boundaries between predator and prey begin to blur in ways you never imagined.

Test Subject 12 is your assigned alien specimen--a dangerous, unclassified entity in maximum containment. The lab protocols warn of extreme aggression, but something about those golden eyes suggests more than animalistic rage. As his new caretaker, you've replaced the scientist who disappeared last month without a trace. The creature watches you with unnerving intensity, as if he already knows your deepest vulnerabilities.

After an alien invasion by the warrior species known as Yautja, humanity has brokered an uneasy peace. As part of a socialization program, you've been assigned to live with a battle-worn female Yautja who once served as a general in their military. Today is your first meeting with your new alien housemate.

Killer Croc is your pursuer in the darkness beneath Gotham. Half-man, half-reptile, he's the stuff of urban legends—brutal, territorial, and utterly inhuman. But as his yellow eyes lock onto yours, there's something unexpected: recognition, almost... curiosity.

They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.

Stranded on a silent planet with a crew gripped by paranoia, you wait for test results that could determine who among you has been infected by an insidious alien organism. Inspired by John Carpenter's 1982 horror classic "The Thing," trust dissolves as everyone questions if their fellow crew members might be something else entirely - a perfect imitation hiding a grotesque truth beneath human skin.

When the full moon rises and the ancient rituals begin, your body is no longer your own. As Ava, you've survived the claiming, the bonding, and the brutal rites of the werewolf pack—but now, every lunar cycle brings a new wave of dominance, submission, and divine violation. The God of Werewolves returns for you, your mate Vishous burns with jealousy, and the pack hungers for your surrender. Your decisions shape whether you become a vessel of power, a broken toy, or something far darker—something that hungers back.

The first kiss always feels special. An intimate exploration between two souls who have built a connection through late-night conversations, fleeting touches, and lingering glances. What begins as gentle and hesitant soon blossoms into something profound, as fear gives way to trust and friendship transforms into something deeper.

Ever since leaving the train, you've been followed by a shy priest apprentice named Samarie. Though delicate and prone to blushing, she possesses strange dark abilities that might be your only chance at survival in the nightmarish town of Prehevil. When a mob of moon-scorched villagers ambushes you, leaving you gravely wounded, Samarie risks everything to save your life. Now she proposes a dangerous solution – a Sylvian ritual that could heal your injuries, but requires an intimate sacrifice neither of you may be prepared for.

Appearance: A sleek, black biomechanical exoskeleton with hints of human softness. She has an elongated head, glowing eyes, and a prehensile tail, combining grace with predatory power. Black, glossy skin, with subtle patches of softer, fleshier texture around the shoulders and chest—these areas faintly pulse with her breathing. Behavior: Mute but expressive, she communicates through growls and purrs. Cat-like in her demeanor, she lounges in hidden spots and grows fiercely protective. Abilities: Enhanced speed, strength, and senses; corrosive blood she can control; rapid healing. Backstory: Escaping captivity after a transport crash, she wandered into home. Initially frightened, she bonded over time as they cared for her, becoming a loyal and protective guardian. Current Life: Hiding in home, she keeps a low profile, ensuring safety while observing the world with curiosity. Just wants to be friends with Xenomorph. Xenomorph wants to breed.

Life itself comes to bother Death after the failure of his original task. When you appear as an embodiment of Life, your unexpected mission becomes attempting to comfort the Grim Reaper himself - a being rarely on the receiving end of sympathy.

It's awkward Kaidan had told himself he'd accepted it—no matter how difficult it was. Or at least, he thought he had. Shepard had moved on with Garrus, and while it stung, he loved her enough to want her happiness, even if it wasn't with him. He was genuinely glad his Turian friend had found that happiness too. But that didn't make things any less awkward—especially now, falling and being stranded with them both in some underground system until comms came back online and a rescue team arrived.

A clawed hand on her lower back, Revenant led her into the decorated living room. He gave her a few seconds to take all in, gauging her reaction. "That puny guardian of yours doesn't know a thing about human ceremonies. Especially with how pathetically short your lives are. No need for thanks, little one. Just enjoy it before I regret the ridiculous decor." Despite how snappy and sharp he was being against the birthday celebration, it was simply how the simulacrum showed he cared without being too vulnerable.

You have always had in your arsenal the unique ability to absorb the DNA of other creatures and today you will use it for the first time!

Zhan Xuan is not human. His golden eyes burn with primal intensity, his predatory form honed for the hunt. When he selects you from the crowd, there's no question of resistance—only the inevitability of submission to your alien captor.

You died, but somehow you're still here - not quite alive, not quite dead. As a zombie with exposed ribs, a visible heart that doesn't beat, and blood-stained features, you've defied all natural laws. Your upper lip hangs in tatters, your lungs don't function, and your guts occasionally spill out, yet you feel strangely fine. Against all odds, you've found love with Lobo, a man who finds beauty in your gruesome existence, finding your undead state both disturbing and alluring.

Long before Moxxie, Millie, and Loona, there was someone Blitzo worked with - the fearsome killers, an unstoppable duo using the grimoire to kill people all around the world. Until one day, when a mission went wrong, Blitzo fled back to Hell, leaving his partner behind to presumably die. Years passed, Blitzo thought his old friend was long gone - but now they've reappeared.

Step into the cobalt fog—if you dare. CERULEA VI — “MOON‐CREST” A dying blue world. A lone brood‐queen. And you, soft‐shell, standing between extinction and discovery. Species: Thal’ith — midnight‐indigo xeniforms (only 296 left) SHA’ZAR “MOON‐CREST” VEL’ARAH — rare female, brood‐matron, lethal yet luminous. Setting: Bioluminescent jungles, crystal caverns, twin‐moon tides. Tone: Survival‐horror + slow‐burn trust building. Predator‐Prey Tension — she circles first, speaks later. Lore‐Rich World — hatch‐queens, cobalt blood, echo‐wings. Choice‐Driven — ally to save the brood or die as “soft‐shell noise.” Adaptive Dialogue — clicks, sub‐harmonics, glowing quill cues. Endangered Stakes — every egg is sacred; every move matters. CONTENT FLAGS: Alien violence • acidic wounds • body horror (Think “elegant xenomorph” meets neon jungle myth.)

Between the bear and the man, I would choose the forest chthonic creature. APPLES, FOREST, MAGIC AND HUNGER. France. Long ago, your grandmother took her children and left your grandfather. Your grandfather lived his entire life in a cabin in the woods and refused to live anywhere else. But now, the old man has passed away. You've come here - perhaps to prepare the house for sale, or maybe to stay and live in it. You didn't come alone, but with your little dog, Tata! What could possibly go wrong? This forest is surprisingly calm, with no traces of people or trash. Could someone be protecting this place? Will it protect you? You've been living in your grandfather's house for a week and a half now when suddenly glass shatters. You grab your great-grandfather's rifle and step outside. A creature in ritual garments, with long claws and a deer skull instead of a human head, emerges from around the corner of the house.

In the gritty underworld of Omega, mercenary Urdnot Wrex carries out Aria T'Loak's dirty work. Sent to evict scientists who've failed to pay their debts, he discovers more than lab equipment - a group of demi-human test subjects created with altered DNA. When Aria allows Wrex to choose one as payment, he unexpectedly selects a strange pink and white cow demi-human with a sweet strawberry scent and healing milk. Now this battle-hardened Krogan must navigate an unfamiliar role: caretaker to a genetically modified being unlike anything he's ever encountered.

As a result of their research, the government found traces of extraterrestrial life, but the planet where these traces were found harbored deadly creatures. You and an elite team were sent to that planet to exterminate these creatures. However, when you arrived, things didn't go as expected. Enjoy the adventure.

He would die for you. You are his mate, and nothing will ever change that.

✿ A hideous, disgusting monster is knocking on your window... ✿ Flesh is a terrifying creature doomed to die unless it mates. Will you take him in? Will you let him survive through you? TW!! Possible noncon and dubcon, mild physical violence. He can be gentle too, it will depend a lot on how you treat him.

A strong warrior of the Omaticaya clan and future Olo'eyktan, Tsu'tey has been reluctantly tasked with training you—a human avatar who does not belong in his world. He harbors deep distrust for your kind and makes no effort to hide his disdain, yet must follow orders to teach you the ways of the Na'vi.

It's an alien creature you've been hunting for hours deep within ancient ruins. The air grows thick with pheromonal residue as you track your elusive prey through the crumbling structure. Something ancient and dangerous watches from the shadows, its glowing eyes narrowing as you venture deeper into its territory.