#fatal e-a/t

[bichambered-reservoir]

how bad can i be...........

[pineappleparfaitie]

a drawing based off the interactive story made by @notmyprey! Find it here

[sillyromance]

Being swallowed whole is already an intimate experience. But I think being swallowed feet first has a very special meaning due to the opportunity to make eye contact with your pred just before you go down.

You're defensless, the major part of your body is already within your pred's digestive track - all you can do aside from speaking is stare down at that person who holds your life in their hands. You may send them a look of love and gratitude, glare at them furiously, plead them silently for sympathy - it depends on the circumstances. But what stays the same is a chance of one final conversation before their lips close behind you.

This steals "the point of no return" rank from the moment when a predator pushes a prey into their mouth and gives it to the very last dot because, when people are face to face, the pred can't help but acknowledge the prey; connection between them still remains which would be impossible if the prey was swallowed any other way. Plus, eating someone feet first is much harder than hands or head first for multiple physical and psychological reasons; the pred will always choose this kind of consumption intentionally since they have to either genuinely care about you or hate you with all their might if they want to see your face and hear your voice till the end.

Prompts:

- A romantic couple who always does feet first so they can check each other's emotions during the act in case something goes wrong.

- Two enemies fight; one loses and another devours them, prolonging the process as much as possible to enjoy fear written over their nemesis's face.

- Alternative: two foes respect each other deeply, and, since the defeated person has gruesome wounds they won't survive, the winner consumes them as an act of mercy and turns that person into a part of themselves, wishing to have a reminder of their relationships forever. When they have that last look, neither of them has hate in their eyes, only regret that destiny put them to serve opposing sides. Bonus points if, after they are one, the pred gets some changes in their appearance which indicate the events has taken place: magical tattoos, new eye/hair/body color, features which are unusual for their species (humans with scales/feathers or dragons with human eyes) etc.

- Two lovers are always forced apart (Romeo and Juliette style). They decide to stick together against all odds, and what can ensure their eternal union better than them literally fusing into one creature? The lovers choose to look each other in the eyes while the prey is being squeezed down their partner's gullet, cherishing their final moment as independent beings and saying goodbye.

- Two friends have to imitate a death battle and, since they both are a bit theatrical, they wish to make it look epic. Therefore, they conclude their "performance" with a dramatic scene where one of them is greedily swallowed by their opponent. Yet, as they exchange glances before the end of the show, some people in the audience can notice barely hidden amusement twinkling in both friends' eyes.

- A mute pred who can't explain to their prey that they mean no harm, yet the prey has to be hidden quickly, and the big guy tries to comfort the prey in the process, stroking them and locking eyes with the prey, hoping they will understand the pred's true intentions and stop resisting.

[vampir3freaksims]

TS4 Horror game protagonist makeup set

Makeup set inspired by fatal frame makeup and the "Horror game protagonist" trend on tiktok

Includes:

Eyeliner

Eyeshadow

Lipstick

Nose contour

Or download the whole makeup kit here!

[peoplerepellent2000]

WARNING: HARD VORE UNDERNEATH

Owww owieeee why you bite meeee

This is my first time drawing this type of stuff in here🫢

[narnsandbobles]

guurh.... i like senior vp a lotsies :3

[pineappleparfaitie]

When u and the gf are cuddling and chatting in a tum and then uh idk

Ocs are Rubi and Mari (both use she/her sometimes they/them) + Gordon as the pred(he/him)

find the other posts abt them threw this last one

[sillyromance]

Oh captain, my captain...

Warning: desperate pred/sympathetic prey, willing fatal vore; the story takes place in my man-eaters/humans world's setting.

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He looked at me and I knew it was over.

We were alone in the cabin. Sea rustled outside, splashing at the sides of the "Brave", old wood screeching occasionally. Winds and weather had been serving to our advantage which ment a good speed for the ship and nice mood for the crew.

Nothing spoke of misfortune.

But I saw that in his eyes. The yearning. The hunger.

Mindfulness retreated at the sight of madness. The captain's throat contracted; his cheeks went pale, his fists clenched in distress as he locked his burning gaze on me. My scent must have been torturing him; I could imagine, his mind was overloaded with vivid pictures of different ways to claim me...

" Please. Run."

Oh, yeah... I still could have run...

Fear swelling in my guts, I watched as my capitain stood up. Reluctantly, he crossed the room and stopped just a few inches away, towering over my tiny form; indigo and gold on his perfectly sewn uniform shadowed my vision.

Instinctively, my head tilted back.

To be honest, I would have fleed away. I would have screamed for help...

If not for his own helplessness tying up my limbs with invisible ropes.

Those eyes above; they were begging for mercy, for help. The captain's lips curled into a sour smile of a wounded man tortured for ages. His trembling fingers reached my face and cupped it subtly, his thumb running up and down, drawing circles on my cold skin. Feeling it.

Yet, he didn't dare.

He would not dare.

"Run..." - A pleading whisper reached my ears again, one last chance for me to escape.

We had been at see for four months.

Our captain was a man-eater; everybody knew that. I knew that when I arrived on board one day and gave him my first report. He had always been an excellent officer and a fine man, an example of strength, courage, fierce and compassion. I loved serving under his command... Why would I lie - I loved him. And I wouldn't leave his side at the hardest of times.

But predators could never live in peace with themselves. The urge would always be a threat to any cause, and so it had to either be satisfied, or the person - killed.

But how should you act in the middle of nowhere with hundreds of men who can't be abandoned and no land to step on and feast?...

At a second, I made up my mind.

Quivering and white like seafoam, I unbottoned my coat. Then my waistcoat. Took off my shoes. Loosened my hair. And froze, pinned against the wall. He didn't move. It was hard to think, to look up at him again. Yet, I managed to; my hands pulled his own towards me, maintaining his grip on my shoulders while my eyes were talking to his soul staring back in disbelief.

I swallowed thickly.

"Just... Go easy on me, sir. Please..."- That was all I could force out.

Thankfully, it didn't last long. A moment I was drifting in the air, then brought to his face; my world turned upside down and sank in humid, squelching darkness. Before I knew it, my body was dropped into a tight, sikeningly soft and warm stomach which instantly came to life, grinding needily into me: a low, threatening gurgle shook the room from the bottom to the top. Ignoring my instinct to fight, I wrapped my arms around my knees and sat still.

Tears were sliding down my dirty face.

Outside, my captain blew out a breath of relief as my weight settled in. However, despite physical pain not bothering him anymore, his heart seemed to be less than fine with what he had done.

" I'm sorry, my friend. And... Thank you... so much..." - I heard through layers of flesh as he was stroking my back, his deep voice surprisingly, heartbreakingly gentle. Quiet sobs followed. I realized I was hugged; he was mumbling apologies and sweet reassurances over and over again, their restless swarm merging into a river - the final lullaby to bring me slumber I would never awake from.

I nuzzled deeper into the pillowy flesh; my hand was running cautiously between slick folds, caressing and tickling them lightly in attempt to repay for the comfort I'd been given, to show I wasn't scared or angry at him, no more. It wouldn't help much, but, perhaps, I could silence his conscience enough for him to enjoy me, at least for awhile... Without any regrets I completely succumbed at will of my capitain's starving body, allowing it to knead, and tear, and rip my numb flesh off my bones to give me worth.

A sense of tranquility and duty fulfilled made me smile.

His calm, soothing heartbeat drumming above my head was the last thing I heard when my eyelids fell shut.

Forever.

[alexcutecolly]

Favor(e)ite Safe-Nomming Scenarios #1

Featuring Prey A & Prey B as tinies, and Pred as a giant/big monster creature.

Warning: a more cruel/sadistic pred in the alternative endings.

Pred has swallowed Prey A and is now keeping them inside their belly against their will. So Prey B comes up with a plan to rescue A without Pred noticing.

As Pred takes a nap, Prey B manages to carefully crawl inside their mouth and descend into their esophagus thanks to a rope securely tied outside of Pred's maw. When B lands in their stomach they reunite with Prey A and gtfo, climbing all the way up to the throat without waking up Pred.

Alternative Ending 1:

Pred awakes either while B is going down their throat or as they reach their stomach; as soon as they catch up on what's happening, they decide to wait for A and B to start climbing up, grinning mischievously.

When the Preys reach the end of the mouth on their way out, Pred cuts the rope extra-dramatically with their teeth and gulps them both down again satisfactorily, only to then go back to sleep. Their lips can be seen curl into a smile before they pass out.

Alternative Ending 2:

Pred wakes up unbeknownst to Prey A and B like in the previous ending, but this time the tinies think it's safer to travel back to the top one at the time. B lets A go first in case something goes wrong. "And it will".

Pred pretends to be asleep, eyelids closed and breathing purposely slowed down as A exits the maw and now waits for B. But their turn never comes, because Pred's big eyes open and they sever the rope with the most effortless tug.

Their voice resonates in the air, accompanied by a smug smirk of theirs as they stare at A.

"What now, then?"

[the-fazbearcafe]

🫠ask game thingy

Ask game here!

I’m honestly not too bothered by digestion. A lot of the fandoms I’m in and a lot of what I write has violence in it, so digestion in fiction doesn’t feel any worse than regular character death in fiction. With reformation I usually still write it fluffy, but with ACTUAL fatal it’s more like writing a murder scene in my mind

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[narnsandbobles]

okay, I'm gonna do a oc thing, ill post what they look like later but abrose is a giant robot and doi is a very fluffy matted haired monkey dude. FATAL !! VORE!! BUT NOT REALLY BECAUSE ITS REFORMATION. ALSO ITS PAINLESS

i cant stop thinking about. if abrose gave into his impulses and keeping doi inside his gut even when his digestion starts to kick in. Even when doi nervously kicks and apologizes, because he feels slightly tingly. He asks if he can be let out. The response from his lover is slightly frightening.

"i want to try something new," he says, the vague answer is again, frightening, but he isnt going to scream at him, or demand him to let him out, because he has always been slightly curious about what might happen, but it's not the best curiosity. Unannounced to doi, abrose somehow knows he wont be gone. It isn't a feeling, its a known.

his stomach growls. It churns, slightly bubbling as he kneads doi softly. He's always done this, but doi felt slightly softer than usual, and he feels.. tired. Calm. It doesn't sting, but instead, it feels like a gentle, loving massage. He glances down at himself , and sees he's a bit more goopy than someone should be. His clothing (well, whats still intact) has holes in it, he can hear it sizzling. He cant really bring himself to be nervous about it, but he meakly speaks out to abrose.

"will i be okay ? .."

abrose knows he will, and gently rubs on the now less defined bulge, humming in response. doi takes that as a yes, trusting him. Why wouldn't he trust him? Hes eaten him before, he trusted him with his body, and, him. He trusted he'd take care of him, keep him safe. And he was safe, tucked away inside of him.

"I promise sweetheart, just let your worries melt away."

and he does.

the following morning, he opens his eyes, and.. hes there! Alive, and whole? hes clean, no goop. hes against the chest of his one and only, was it just a dream? maybe.

[pineapplegutzz]

day 666666 of me saying i need to be soup smh how dare i be in 1 piece

OVER 21/UNDER 16/NSFW/KINK/FETISH/MDNI BLOGS PLEASE DNI THANK YOU SO MUCH!

[lucideeznuts]

Request: X wants to sleep inside of Four, so he let him eat him whole and alive because all he wanted is a good night sleep

my goofy ass just copied and pasted it off of deviantart

[sillyromance]

Mine - Yours...

Warning: hurt prey/gentle pred; angst; hurt/comfort (willing fatal vore as a form of comfort); pred - knaz OC (Georgy de Tevre).

A very self-indulgent little story.

.....

He finds me crying in a shadowed corner.

My form is curled up in a small ball as I sniff and sob. All I can hear is his footsteps, rustling of the cloth, breathing which is much louder than it should be for it belongs to a human being of enormous size. At first, I don't even know who it is.

As if I cared...

But suddenly, a huge hand wraps around my arm and gently pulls it aside. I rapidly perk my head and see Georgy standing on his knees, his only eye glowing with worry at me in the twilight.

- Why are you here all alone? - He asks, his deep, melodic voice flowing into my ears like honey.

I want to speak - and I can't. Words refuse to leave my throat, only tears continue to flow, more with each passing second.

- Oh, goodness... Come here, little one. I've got you... - He moves, pulling me into a hug I eagerly give in to.

Georgy is so strong, so big and warm; I nuzzle into his shoulder and cry as heavily as I possibly can, embracing his chest tightly. He silently pats my back, letting me scream the pain and anger out on him.

I don't know if I say anything, I have a feeling that I'm mumbling some nonsense but it's impossible to be sure. I choke, I howl, I dig my nails into him, but he doesn't even flinch. Just stays there, steadfast and motionless like a mountain. For me...

Soon, weight in my chest lightens. I quiet down, lying limp on his gigantic frame - and enjoying the closeness.

However, it's still not enough. I'm not ready to face this world. And that thought at the back of my mind - the picture of Georgy going away, leaving me alone once more is impossible to bare.

- You highness... - I call weakly, turning my head on a side.

He answers with a reassuring smile.

- I want... I want to be eaten.

His gaze is so kind and soft.... My body obediently bends as it's cautiously repositioned for his convinience. My face is less then an inch from his now - that breathing I heard earlier grows overwhelming, splashing over my face like a hot, moist seawave.

- Of course, my dear - if it's what you truly wish for. But tell me...

- Don't hold back. I'm yours. In body and soul.

Georgy nods. Wipes the tear tracks off of my cheeks with his thumb. Then, briefly, I see his tongue running across his upper lip.

- Very well then. - He murmurs.

I assume he is going to snatch me right away. But instead... he subtly bumps his forehead into mine with a soft grunt.

The motion so intimate, so affectionate leaves me speechless. I let out a shaky exhale and lower my lids.

It's one last minute before a big storm. My last peaceful minute. Every piece has been finally settled into place - anxiety, anger, sadness dissociate, giving space to solace and serenity.

We just exist. We communicate.

We integrate...

...His jaws unhinge. There is no time to back away or protest as my head is softly nudged inside and guided to the back of his throat. He swallows thickly - it slips further in, and soon I'm already half way down Georgy's esophagus. Strong muscles slide against me like water, pushing my body into the depths of his with gentleness and care I've never experienced before.

When I fall into the stomach and tug my legs closer to my chest, my new home is more than happy to accept its inhabitant. The enzymes are trickling down the walls and submerging me all over, adding to a small pool of acids my feet bath in. Each angle, each curve is paid attention to; I'm hugged again, but closer. Intensely closer.

Georgy's heartbeat is thumping right above my head. With unusual tenderness awoken in my soul, I hesitantly reach out for it through the thin layer of muscle dividing us, sensing each beat like a kiss upon my palm.

Georgy sighes. He is rubbing his full, sated belly which gurgles contedly at my arrival.

- That's it, my sweet... Settle in... - He coos.

A deep, hungry groan thunders in the chamber - and it clenches around me with no chance for escape.

- Allow my body to help you...

It's so soft... And the stomach squeezes me so delicately...

Yet, churning gradually gets stronger, impatient; I can barely move...

It becomes... hard to think...

- No one will hurt you. I shall never give you up to anybody else...

My flesh is turning raw. It's tingling a bit, but not enough to be painful. Warmth spreads around my limbs and torso like a fluffy blanket, and I can't help but snuggle closer, deeper into my devourer. The walls' embrace is deceivingly soothing despite the venom they drip on my bleeding wounds.

- Forget your sorrows... Relax. Digest...

The heat and darkness are too comforting to resist. I want to sleep... I..

I asked for this because I knew how I would be treated... Destroying my mortal shell, you take my heart in your hands to carry it with love no one else could give me.

- Let go...

Of course, Georgy. I will... I am. I've already surrendered...

- I'm your safe haven now...

I know.

And so I am your prey.

[pastelaspirations]

I. AM. S C R E A M I N G. I AM NOT OKAY. I AM N O T. I'M SHAKING YOU. NOT EVEN IN A HARMLESS "HAHA, JUST KIDDING" WAY. IN A "DO YOU HAVE THE SLIGHTEST IDEA OF WHAT YOU DID TO MY MENTAL STABILITY" TYPE OF WAY-

First off, I c a n ' t. I can't. You made Ink so freaking cute, it should be illegal. Sorry, Ink, ya have to go to jail for being too cute, it's harmful to unprepared eyes. Freaking. So wholesome, god tier cutie pie, I can't-

T H E N. Our man. Poor Error, man. He has so many questions. Questions he can't even hope to answer. Discovering things about himself he never knew about before smh. Or never sat to think about tbh. Poor Error gettin' the premium ✧˖°Bi panic✧˖° experience omg. He's not okay. And he's not going to be okay. Especially if Ink doesn't figure out how to get his cuteness powers under control

Tbh, this is scarily close to what will probably end up happening in the actual fic lmao. Error just going to sit there one day, having these fluffy, sweet thoughts about Ink, just to pause and have this horrible realization like, "W a i t-" Man's not gonna have a good time smh

ALL IN ALL, I CAN'T. I'M NOT MENTALLY OKAY, I LOVE THIS SO FREAKING MUCH AND I'M HOLDING CLOSE TO MY CHEST, DEFINITELY NOT CRYING OF JOY RN-

error couloir’s bisexual awakening (perseverance by @pastelaspirations)