#implied fatal

[acorncake]

Have some quick poorly drawn doodles of a certain mc mod. Ignore the diff body types

Suppose a little something since I had a bit of an inspiration to do so

[feeblefeast]

he’s nothing but nourishment now, how unfortunate…

[yorrineedsbread]

hey preds, nice tummy full of prey you got there can I shower it in kisses? please? 🥺 I wanna kiss your rumbling tummy all over. I wanna put my ear on it and listen to your prey moaning in there. I wanna use it as a pillow and fall asleep to the rumbling sounds, then wake up with a much smaller pillow than when I went to bed with.

[carnivoreus]

[theblackcandyheart]

Pred using nothing but the strength of their throat muscles to get their prey down.

The hardest part is grabbing the prey's wrists and stuffing their hands into the pred's mouth, then making that first swallow. Once they've made the first swallow, though, they are the one in complete control of the situation, even if the prey doesn't know it. They'll whimper and squirm, pulling and trying to wrestle themselves away from the pred, but their throat muscles are clamped on so tightly that the prey hardly budges. All they can do is lock eyes with the pred and shiver as the pred gives them a knowing smile.

Now, they take their time with their prey, gulping slowly. The prey has plenty of time to watch as their arms sink further and further past the pred's gullet, being squeezed relentlessly by the pred. After an agonizing amount of time, the prey's face is pressed right up against the pred's sphincter. They can feel away twitch, every spasm, as the pred forces themselves to hold the prey in place, to torment them...

But finally, with a loud glrk and a contraction of muscles, the prey's head and shoulders are slipping past the pred's gullet and down their throat. All they can do is helplessly kick their legs, hoping to dislodge themselves. The pred tosses their head back, which is the last step in the prey cementing their fate; their frantic kicking causes them to slowly start slipping down the pred's throat. They realize this and force themselves to go still, but by now, it's much too late. The pred simply gives a firm swallow, pushing the prey down further... until finally, the last of them is disappearing past the pred's lips.

[vorekody]

Happy (almost) Valentine's day

[kitsune-pop]

you dart through the shadows, ducking under foliage and trying to keep your steps light. there's electric energy tingling in your fingertips as you clench and unclench your hands, your heart hammering in your chest. the light of the moon is dim, filtered through torn clouds, but you know the predator hunting you can see perfectly in the dark

you freeze, faint words reaching your ears, teasing your overworked heart, singing about your smell… a loud huff next to your ear, hot breath washing over your face. you squeal and dash away, crashing through the underbrush as your predator laughs and lopes after you. you can see them keeping pace with you in the shadows, reaching out to knock into the backs of your legs, making you stumble to your knees

in an instant they're on top of you, heavy weight pinning you to the soft ground. your blood is hammering in your ears as a tongue, hot and wet and rank, slides across your collarbone, curling under your chin as what little light you can make out is slowly blocked by their gaping maw. their grip is iron as they stuff your head down their throat, any struggles only forcing you further down into their searing depths. panicked, electric energy rips through you as you kick and flail, slipping deeper and deeper into their cramped, pulsing belly

then, you're sealed away. deep within this powerful predator you're curled up, barely able to wriggle in the crushing weight of them. you can hear their heart thundering all around you, feel the way their body runs hot from the chase. you can barely make out gasping pants as your pred tries to calm themselves down, breathing heavily from the chase, and the weight of you within them. hands cradle you from the outside as everything shifts around you, bouncing slowly as your partner makes their way back to your shared campsite

your last thoughts as darkness claims you for the last time are the hopes that they enjoyed their anniversary gift…

[acorncake]

Been so long since I drew her. Evil wife,,,