#venomvore

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Hey! Can we get some vorish headcannons about your favorite superheros?

Sure! I'll just do something for all of the guys that I feel like I know enough about to work with.

S.pider-Man: I like teasing him and making him an observer with a weird fetish that everyone knows about. But as for actually interacting with vore? I like the idea of him picking off citizens every so often as 'payment' for keeping the city safe. He needs the food and energy, after all. That's if he doesn't have enough random goons to satiate himself with, anyway. He's really whiny as prey but I think he secretly likes it. Would rather die than admit that though (probably will).

V.enom: I mean this guy writes himself (somehow I still kinda struggle with thinking of things to do with him). But yeah he's just a big glutton. Being a 'hero' is less an act or morality and more an easy way to get meals (criminals and villains) that no one whines about when he does eat them. Doesn't mean he won't eat literally anyone but some meals are less annoying, y'know? He's way too cocky to be very panicked as prey--he'd be pissed, maybe, but still think he can overpower or escape even once he's fully packed away. His gruesome threats belie his panic though.

D.eadpool: He knows what this is. He knows why he's eating people. Thankfully, it feels good, and he's also a freak with a loose sense of morality so this doesn't bother him at all! In fact, he'll probably even lean into it just for fun. He is less enthralled to be the one on the receiving end of getting eaten, though. So he can be very whiny prey, though maybe not to the predator in question.

R.ocket Raccoon: He's just as bad as V.enom when it comes to his cockiness. He's confident and self-assured and just looooves to prove his dominance to prey. Especially bigger or equally cocky prey. He tends to just eat assholes and the like but he's a merc--he'll eat nearly anyone for the right price, and then he'll brag about it while getting drinks. Unlike V.enom, though, his confident crumbles fast when he's on the receiving end of someone's maw. He'll start panicking and getting nervous and try to talk his way out of it. No nearly as cool when he's staring down a gullet.

C.aptain America: Another one I think writes himself--dude is a genetically engineered super soldier. That's gotta require a whole lot of calories, and he was probably made with the anticipation of devouring enemy soldiers (and maybe even some of his comrades if need be). So even as a hero, he's gotta do lots of eating and there's lots of goons (and civilians) he can use for that. Think he'd be too self-sacrificial though. He'd let a comrade eat him in real dire needs like emergency rations. Course, if he's forced down even against his will, he's a big hunk of meat that will be tough to work over...not impossible though.

T.hor: He's a N.orse god, being feasts and meals are basically his thing. He'll happily sit and devour food and chug ale. Doesn't matter if that food is live or not. It's even worse if it's through his depression era and literally all he does is sit around and eat, then he's just casually snacking on everyone. And then he's a big belcher, too, and super shameless about it. I think that swings around to make it so anyone who does chug the god down will also be really gassy. T.hor probably doesn't recognize any danger from getting eaten being a god so he won't be too easy to work over if a person can just handle all that meat.

The H.ulk: Okay so I mentioned C.ap needs lots of cals due to being a super soldier, right? That's nothing compared to what H.ulk would need. He's literally powered by radioactivity, that basically requires a ton of energy. So he's gotta constantly eat, and people are a lot of calories so...yeah, very big on mass vore here. Depending on how smart he is, he either has stuffed planned out like emptying prisons or he doesn't and crowds of people might disappear depending on how hungry he is. As for prey, he's gotta be a real wreck on the guts, just a giant calorie bomb. Most people will probably regret eating Hulk and then really regret digesting him unless they're a weirdo that's into that or something.

I.ron Man: Another cocky one, there's a lotta those. The suit's gotta make it really easy to help mulch down his meals as quickly as possible though. Maybe it helps with energy, too? He's the kinda guy that definitely thinks he's at least owed the meals and probably enjoys them very casually, too. He's too self-assured as prey, though, especially if he gets eaten in his suit. Dude thinks that thing makes him invincible. He will be proven wrong and by then he'll have a little time in full-blown panic before he's digested.

S.uperman: He's an alien! Let him have a weird diet (like other men) and just not see it as weird. The sun gives him energy but so can other people, why not? He's still super friendly, I think all of his prey is willing and he doesn't really like having unwilling meals. Makes him feel bad. Similarly, I think he could be willing prey if asked by the right person/for the right reasons. But also he's good unwilling prey. K.ryptonite is not the only weakness he has. He's still made of meat, after all...

B.atman: Gruff guy, very frightening to people since others tend to go 'missing' when he's seen at night. This is for obvious reasons--batfood. Sometimes he's just gotta eat and sometimes that means someone gets rehabilitated though...force, one could say. He takes this very seriously. So if he does get-got, he'll go down wiggling and kicking and yelling. Never does lose that cool composure...even when he's digesting.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Now that Spider-man has taken over the same habbit as the Avengers, maybe he can show he outclassed them by swallowing some of them? With disposal if possible, (love it when heroes gets reduced to a pile of shit)

That sounds like a logical escalation of these. (And I love doing that, too)

It's his newfound confidence that made him do it. That's what S.pider-Man would say, anyway, as he took the last grueling gulp of his thrashing meal. His gut hangs like a bolder in front of him and a deep belch rumbles out once the last of his meal drops into place. V.enom didn't seem to like his new position in the hero's gut, and he made that known with plenty of thrashing and roaring. All it does is make S.pider-Man belch again as he leans back. He probably should feel bad about this...but he's not. He's stopped feeling bad about his eating habits a while ago. V.enom wasn't even the first person he knew to finally get to face his stomach acids. He casts a glance to the hefty pile sitting nearby, D.eadpool's mask sticking out near the top. Turns out, with enough time, S.pidey's stomach acids outpace superhuman regeneration. based on the way he'd started begging, W.ade didn't like finding out about that the hard way, but he's not complaining so much anymore. S.pider-man pats his gut a few times as V.enom stretches it out again. He's not going to complain about it for too much longer, either. If his gut can power through D.eadpool's regeneration, then a parasitic alien can't be that much of a chore. In all honesty, the thrashing around is what gave S.pider-Man's gut the most trouble, and it made him obnoxiously gassy. But as time goes on, that loud roaring turns into weak groaning and the powerful thrashing devolves into weak squirming. S.pidey pushes a hand down on his gut and lets out another thick belch. His stomach is getting softer, and V.enom is rapidly losing this battle. He fought to the very end, but eventually, his body gave one more massive shudder before going entirely slack. He melts down fast from there, S.pidery's gut rapidly losing size and shape now that V.enom isn't resisting it anymore. The gas gets worse, of course--even S.pider-man winces when he lets loose a bassy fart that might as well have been toxic. But he only has to deal with that for a little bit before he's squatting down next to the pile of D.eadpool to drop off his second course. S.pider-Man groans lowly as V.enom squeezes out slowly. Thick, dense logs give the hero a run for his money as he drops off one of his heaviest craps. There's little left of V.enom besides the thick waste he'd been reduced to, but it gives S.pidey more trouble than the bones did when he was passing D.eadpool. He's panting and sweating when he finally manages to push out the last foot of crap all at once. He's left a real mountain behind, the pile dwarfing his first meal by a lot. S.pider-Man lets out a deep breath as he looks back at the pair of piles. "No hard feeling, guys, but I'm not looking to be bothered anymore. Figured I'd let you down the hard way." Giving his gut an idle rub, he heads out the window he came in from, leaving the abandoned building--and the steaming shits--behind for good.

"Kid, you can't keep doing this," Captain A.merica says sternly. S.pider-Man is sitting in front of him, arms casually put over the back of the chair he's at. His gut is sitting in front of him heavily, bubbling and churning loudly over the meat sludge inside. He gives his chest a thump and belches deeply. It doesn't even make C.ap flinch. "Stop doing what?" S.pidey finally asks, feigning innocence. In response, he gets a harsh jab to his gut, making it wobble and slosh, while C.ap gets in his face. "You've eaten more than enough heroes. One or two we can manage, but how many is it that this point?" S.pider-Man hums and puts a hand to his chin. "Well, let's see. H.ulk lost that bet and let me down him. Then there was R.ocket and his friends wanting to crash at my place--I didn't have enough beds, you see, so I had to make sure we could share. H.awkeye got caught on my webs by mistake so I helped him out. A.ntman was an accident, I didn't seem him until he grew to size in my gut, and there's not much I can do by then. And T.ony was complaining that I was eating too many people." S.pider-Man pats his gut a few times. "Oh, and then there's whatever' left of T.hor here. He was begging me to eat him. I guess snacking on so many heroes gives a guy a reputation." C.ap's eyes narrow and he squares his shoulders. "Kid..." Another belch rumbles out of S.pider-Man as his stomach shrinks a bit, some messy chugging signally that T.hor is pumping deeper. "Look, let's cut to the chase, okay? You're gonna melt alive in my guts like everyone else, and we both know that's true. So why don't you pitch in with some stomach rubs to help T.hor along and then we can put you away, too, alright?" S.pider-man pats his gut a few times, earning a glare from C.ap. About half an hour later, after plenty of belly rubs, S.pider-Man is slowly slurping down a pair of toned legs while thick shit slides out of his ass into a heap on the floor at the same time. It felt good to be eating and shitting at the same time--he'll have to do it more often. Maybe he'll start branching out a bit? With a gulp and a push, C.ap drops into his gut and the last of T.hor drops from his ass. He's run out of local heroes to snack on, now that C.ap is curled up in his stomach, so he'll have to start branching out for more. But meals like this...S.pider-Man thumps his chest and belches deeply. "Oh yeah...can't get enough of meals like this. I'll have to make some 'emergency calls' and see who's willing to come by..." He can let C.ap digest while he figures out who would make a good dinner. Hopefully, they won't mind the mess...especially once they join it.

S.pider-Man grunts as he pushes out the last log of filth, adding another heap of crap into the dumpster he'd converted to a toilet. He sighs happily and looks inside, wincing slightly at the smell radiating from it. There are at least a dozen piles of crap in there, maybe more, and S.pider-man fully intends to add even more to that count. Each pile was filled with bones, so anyone who investigated the smell and looked inside would end up having no trouble figuring out exactly what all of this shit used to be. But the more interesting thing...is all the S.pider-man costumes filled those logs. They all look different in some way. Some differences are small, like the pattern on it, and others are big, such as the black-and-white one that came with a coat and fedora. But they were still identifiable as some flavor of S.pider-Man. The real one--or, at least, the only one still alive--rubs his stomach as he thinks over flavor again. The multiverse being real had been a bit shocking to him at first, but at this point, he's gotten used to it. In fact, he's enjoying it...maybe even abusing it a bit. The first few S.pider-Man copies that showed up had gotten here by accident, which didn't really stop S.pidey from devouring them and digesting them down one after another. But he'd wanted more after that, and with enough work, he'd gotten what he wanted--a way to reach into the multiverse and pull out what he wants. It's been interesting meeting all the other versions of him, or at least people who've donned the mask he does. Even more interesting is how they taste, how they react to meeting his boiling guts, how they digest and how they feel the shit back out. He's...addicted to eating other versions of him. His current count is only about twenty, but he knows there's got to be hundreds if nothing thousands more out there. And he wants to have more. Surely he can condense them all down into one, single S.pider-man with enough work. His stomach growls in agreement and he kicks the dumpster's lid closed as he heads back to his lab. He's looking forward to the next one already.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Can we get some more reluctantly-into-vore-spiderman, but this time as a pred? Semi-unwilling preds are always fun.

Kinda been wanting to write a bit more vore with him, so ye, I can do that! And if you want more, I’ve done this before here.

This really was not how he planned on his day going. S.pider-Man had been tracking down some goons that were smuggling stuff through the docks, but when he went in to interrupt them, they were already gone. All there was was V.enom, his body having mostly processed the group of men down into further mass for him. Alien symbiotes had scary fast digestive systems. But S.pidey wasn’t scared, he was annoyed that another criminal group was eaten before he could get all the information he wanted out of them! But when he tried to argue with the large brute, a black hand got shoved into his jaws, flooding his mouth with a surprisingly good flavor. “Spider talks to much,” the alien growls with a sharp grin. “Should eat more. Like this.” He pushes his arm deeper down the hatch while the web slinger could only make muffled noises and flail helplessly. His suit stretched around his bloating stomach as V.enom disappeared further and further down his gut. He’s not really sure when the shoving turned into gulping, but he was very aware that he had been gulping down thick legs so he could finally get the beast down the hatch. A deep belch echoes in the now empty warehouse, his stomach groaning loudly around the massive meal he’d consumed. Just for that...he’s not letting V.enom out. And maybe that had been the plan from the start, but S.pidey will be regretting that when he realizes that all of that extra mass will be adding onto him. And he can’t process it all right into muscle like some aliens can. But that’s a problem for tomorrow S.pider-Man. Today S,pider-Man wants a nap.

Maybe it was some kind of weird instinct being made by the radioactive spider bite, but Peter has been noticing that wrapping people up in his webbing has been making him...drool. Not like he’d ever eat people because that’s just not his style, but he can’t ignore the way his stomach groans when he’s finished securing the last of whatever hired goons he’s handling on a given day. Today, he had taken down some random mugger and the victim had run off to get the cops. But S.pidey couldn’t stop the way he was drooling--it was soaking his mask. So he pulls it up a bit just to make sure he didn’t get it all wet. And he moved closer to the mugger to make sure he was secure. And he got in the guy’s face to make sure he was unconscious. And he started devouring him because he was hungry. Okay, so, maybe the hero didn’t have a good excuse at that point, but it didn’t matter any more because of how delicious the mugger was and how hungry he realized he’d been. He devoured a human bigger than him as quickly as he would a hotdog and he waddles away as fast as he would for a stolen one. His stomach was hard at work as he moved along, working naturally like he hadn’t just scarfed down an entire human being. But he didn’t want to get used to it. This was the only one! Unless the next guy happens to look tasty...but then it’d be just one more! And one more...and one more...and one more...

“See? This is fun!” D.eadpool says with an almost mock cheerfulness. S.pider-man just lets out a sick groan, his stomach bubbling wetly over partially digested meat. He can’t take much more of this. In the morning, V.enom had bothered him all day making him eat random thugs. Then he got stuck dealing with an alternate reality version of himself that made him eat alternate reality bad guys all afternoon. And now he was stuck with D.eadpool eating...he’s pretty sure it’s not even bad guys. He thinks it’s been delivery guys and unsuspecting G.rindr dates. S.pider-Man belches and groasn again, too stuffed to think of speaking. “I’m so glad you agree because I got some guys coming over for a threesome and I’m sure whatever’s left in your sotmach counts as at least one person.” D.eadpool pushes down on S.pidey’s gut, working out a thick belch that sends a skull bouncing onto the floor. “...90% of a person. And has anyone told you that you’re getting fat?” Eating men all day for an entire day will do that to your figure, is what S.pider-Man wants to say, but he just hiccups and groans again. “But it’s a good look for you. I bet people will love the new S.pider-man.” Peter doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s kind of liking the new S.pider-Man, too. he hopes those two hookups show up soon. He probably could go for a bit more.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

How about some pred(s) teasing/taunting Spider-Man because it got out he had a belly/vore kink. They could be other (anti)heroes/villains or just some random thugs. He’s just too flustered to do anything even if it means more people end up as food, and if the pred demands some belly rubs he won’t be able to say no as it helps them get bigger... (Weight gain and disposal if you like)

This. This is a really fun idea. Teasing is always underrated.

Peter let out a soft groan as he felt the gut pressed up against him. Ever since the news had hit social media, it suddenly seems like every man around the city knew S.pider-man's most abusable weakness--his utter love of guys with a soft, stuffed gut. He had always hoped he could think with anything other than his dick, but when push comes to shove (in this case, from a belly), he was totally weak against such a thing. That's how he was kept pinned to the wall by some masked thug, the guy's gut large and churning over a weak banktellers that he had devoured while the rest of the guys were busy clearing out the bank. Any time the man's gut would start to still, one of the other grunts would just shovel another innocent down his gullet to keep his belly going and keep S.pidey distracted. The hero knew that word of this was going to spread even faster, but he couldn't find the will to care over the softness of the gut and the noises it made churning down the men inside. By the time it was over, the bank would be empty other than the dazed hero and a massive pile of all those people he was supposed to be saving. And...maybe a phone number in case he ever want sot feel that belly again.

Peter groans as another deep, ripe belch hits him square in the face. Things had been getting raunchy ever since V.enom started pestering him. At worst, the big lug wanted to kill or assimilate him. At best, he was being gross and creepy but begrudgingly useful. Peter wasn’t sure where he fell right now. On one hand, helping him deal with that week’s flavor of vioelnt hired thugs was helpful--even if they had all been mercilessly and noisily devoured. On the other hand, being demoted to belly rubber was kind of embarrassing and V.enom either didn’t notice or didn’t care that each of his thick, meat scented belches was hitting him right in the face. He shouldn’t be devaluing himself with something like this, but at the same time, there was nothing forcing him to stay, and both men knew he had no intention on leaving. When the next blast of gas hit, it wasn’t from V.enom’s mouth. S.pider-Man had to take a step back and breath that time, which was the perfect moment to watch V.enom lumber to his feet and begin depositing all those thugs back out onto the floor of the warehouse. The pile was as tall as S.pidey and as wide as the much fatter V.enom and reeked worse than his breath had. As he swung away to get some fresh air, a horrible wish to do that again entered the hero’s mind.

S.pider-Man’s track record wasn’t always great. He’ll be the first to admit that there are times when he fails, but he likes to believe he always manages to come out on top! But ever since that leak online had happened, he’s been getting a much higher fail rate. It seems like every thug and villain in the city is doing this just to spit him! R.hino did it when they were facing off, pinning S.pider-man to a wall with his massive gut as it churned up half the police department. Then there was his fight with The L.izard in the sewers that ended with him rubbing the scales guts even as he was dumping out the remains of all those hostages right into the water ways. And then he tried to make up for it in his fight with S.coprion and D.oc Ock, but the two just tag teamed him! one would ensnare guys with their tail/teantacles and eat them while the other kept S.pidey wrapped up and pressed against their guts. Then when they had finished dumped their meal, they’d just trade places. They did that for four hours! At this rate, he thinks the only reason he’s being left alive is because the villains see more use in him as a toy and a belly rubber...and...he really, really hates that he’s been enjoying it more and more.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

How about some Venom vore prompts?Preferably the anti-hero Venom from the recent movie. I can just imagine Eddie having to scold Venom for eating yet ANOTHER delivery boy, or something pec vore related sounds neat!

I really gotta get around to watching superhero movies. Venom is definitely high on that list, but I think I can cobble together enough to write this.

In reality, one could say it was E.ddie's fault that this happened. He knew that V.enom was hungry and needed something to eat, but he'd been too damn tired from a long night of work to actually make anything. Ordering pizza had seemed like a great idea. But E.ddie had underestimated just how tired he was, and as soon as he'd laid down on his couch to wait for that thirty minute deliver, he was out like a light. He hadn't even woke up when the doorbell rang, or when the door opened, or when the delivery guy was screaming and the wet sounds of slurping and gulping filled the room. When he finally did wake up was when V.enom belched right in his ear and he saw that his usually pudgy stomach was now a bloated, squirming mess. He sighs, too tired still to bother scolding the symbiote. At this rate, the pizza place is going to stop sending people to his apartment. He glances over at the table where V.enom had sat the pizza box. "...well, can't let it go to waste..." Hopefully the delivery guy doesn't mind the greasy pizza rain he was about to get. E.ddie suspects it'd be the least of his concerns anyway.

It was a bit harder to control V.enom when he was the one piloting the body. being a nagging voice in the back of his head will only get things so far. They'd just taken down some punks--nothing too dangerous. One had a knife and another had an unloaded gun, but they were taken down fairly quickly. Much better than some other things they've had to deal with before. But E.ddie recognized the growling noise V.enom made as he grabbed one of the punks off the ground. "V.enom, don't," E.ddie warns, hoping his tone would be enough. "We...are hungry, E.ddie," V.enom snarls back. "You are not swallowing some jerks who were just trying to act tough!" E.ddie replies with a raised voice. V.enom seems to contemplate that for a moment before a wide grin splits along his face. "Alright." E.ddie never liked that grin. It always meant V.enom was being a smartass. A sure enough, the kid in the monster's hand was shoved face first against smooth, black pecs and sank between them almost effortlessly. E.ddie could only sigh internally as V.enom packed the punk away with a few tight flexes, then repeated the process on the other two. As the last pair of feet slipped under the surface, the symbiote's chest was bulging heavily with three men packed away inside. "Much better," V.enom hisses happily. And he didn't even have to swallow.

V.enom let loose a thick belch, lazily thumping his chest a few times. Gang fights might be annoying to most, but for V.enom, it was just a buffet begging to be snacked on. And he was more than happy to stuff himself silly on them. Plenty went down the tank, filling out his round gut to an immense size. He'd also sent plenty flexing between his pecs, bulging out his meaty chest nicely as it worked on grinding them down. He even got a bit playful and stuffed a few up either armpit, letting them stew in his musk as they bulge out his biceps. All-in-all, he'd had a damn good day of fighting and eating. E.ddie had complained the whole time, though, and it was getting annoying, so V.enom was going to get a bit of...playful revenge. Relaxing in an alleyway, he suddenly reliquished control back to E.ddie again, leaving the human sitting on the ground with his body stuffed full of wriggling prey. E.ddie couldn't even get a word of complaint out with how much he was belching and groaning now. But V.enom wasn't that cruel, of course, as two black tendrils begin to lovingly rub the sides of the human's gut. He always loved giving a stuffed E.ddie some attention.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

could we get more Deadpool Pred prompts?

"Man, who even likes this stuff?" D.eadpool asked no on in particular, as usual. His gut was huge right now with...agh, what was his name? Did he even have one? Probably not, the creator was a bit too lazy to name every prey that ended up eaten. Why bother, where they're just gonna be fat and shit in the end anyway? "At least he tasted good." D.eadpool couldn't argue with the fact that these guys were delicious as fuck! He smacks his gut, making it slosh and give his meal some new fight. "It certainly beats another night of takeout. Now I get delivery boy for dinner, and cheap cold, pizza for breakfast!" He belches into the air and lounges back on his couch to let his meal process.

"And that's what you get for trying to touch my Spidey!" D.eadpool says in a mockingly cutesy voice to his large, squirming gut. He had seen it happening for his apartment, the fight between S.piderman and V.enom. And the only person who was allowed to harass the web slinger was him! Not some edgy D.eviantArt OC reject! So the only correct choice of action was to scarf V.enom down like the delicious piece of meat he was. A crass belch rumbled out of D.eadpool as the slab of meat in question punched hard from the inside. it just made his guts clench tighter, though. "Please, I've eaten old men that can hit harder than you! The worst you're gonna do is leave me with a bout of indigestion! But I know S.pidey's belly rubs will cure that right up~!" But of course, S.piderman would have to be...talked into it. Likely with a lot of crying and begging and bad puns, and then more crying if he still says no. But D.eadpool would get his way in the end!

"Not how I expected out first date to end up," D.eadpool admits to his gut as he laid back on his couch. There's a muffled response from his gut. He's able to make out the word 'not' and 'date' but the rest of it is lost to thick gurgles coming from the stuffed organ. He belches carelessly, a red mask coming up and splattering onto the ground. "Well, I'd call it more of a dinner date now, S.pidey, seeing as you're dinner and the date." He prods his gut, smirking to himself when the hero squirms a bit. A few more wet gulps seems to sap that energy, though. He's already making good progress on the hero. "I'm glad you want to help add to my figure, though! I think I need a hot body to go with my devilish good looks, and people are really into being 'thicc' nowadays. You're really going to add to that!" He smacks his gut, belching deeply again as it starts to still, heavy gurgles and churns rumbling out as it claims the hero's body for its own.