#spider vore

[pochita14]

what the hell was i thinking..🥲🔫

[comfyhome]

large spider-taur pred wrapping up their prey in webs … oh my goodness

[cleanplague]

Seems as though Helob has some ideas when it comes to the Lamb...

[teal-fiend]

a predator who forms a symbiotic relationship with u

[sillyautismdude]

FUCK YEAH!!!!

Spider Spinza ate Cobrax and Mysto,,,,,,/gen

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

He groans in pleasure as he feels her soul beginning to struggle against his. He can taste all the parts of her he admires as though they are spread out across his tongue. As her physical body weakens inside his belly, her soul opens up to him, helpless and trapped on all sides by a stomach made to keep more than flesh.

“Oh Ida, you are every bit as beautiful as I knew you would be” He cooed, hunger and adoration intertwined.

Can she feel how beautiful she is to him? Or does his hunger overshadow that part of him even now? When all walls and secrets between them should be dissolving? He hopes not, he hopes his admiration sears her soul as deeply as his stomach acids sear her flesh. He hopes she drowns in his adoration, that she softens in his gratitude, that she is undone by his regard.

Her soul seems to recoil at the very idea that he feels so strongly. It is not that she does not desire him or recognise him. But rather, that she is afraid, afraid that his love will disappear if he sees any more of her, if he sinks his fangs too deeply into what makes her, Ida. She thinks he will reject her, that he will spit her out. She underestimates the depth of his hunger, the depth of his love. Even after he has licked clean every scrap of her, he is confident, he will never stop wanting more.

She cries out and whines as his stomach tightens, were she anyone else, it might have been simple fear, but here and now he senses that she is overwhelmed by the feelings inside him. She wants to be corrupted and overtaken, to drown in him and succumb to his twisted ravenous affection. She has never felt more loved and that truly scares her. She does not believe she deserves him.

Which is ridiculous, when it is he who does not deserve her. He is a monster, a predator, a hopeless glutton, who is at this very moment digesting the one person he values most in all the world. If she wants him as much as he wants her, who is he to deny her? To reject or abandon her? He is nothing but a simple minded spider, a gaping void of hunger that can never truly be fulfilled. If Ida wants him, all of him, then she has but to ask and he will lavish her in affection until she forgets where his love ends and she begins.

[thesuperheroeater]

What about Bucky cockvoring Peter and after he's digested filling Steve with his remains (maybe even eating Steve after filling him like a turkey)

Sounds great! It could be an idea to write. I can totally see Peter sucking Bucky's dick while Steve's away and then getting swallowed by that same dick a moment later. And Bucky releasing that load of semen into Steve's ass once he gets home, while Steve is totally unaware that the semen now inside him was once poor Peter. 👌

At least Peter got to suck Bucky off first....

Right now I'm working on other stories in my spare time that I'd like to finish, but I might write something with this afterwards. 👍

[silkgristle]

Spider Minion

[wonderful-bellies]

Suddenly hit with a burst of motivation and I've been getting a bit back into starbound lately so I sketched my arachne boio :D

[bam-stroker]

Ok but - hear me out- there is something so so interesting happening with bugs and like how their whole courtship thing works.

I've been in the spiders rabbit hole and ended up a bit down the preying mantis one as well, and I wonder what kind of things must be going on with the whole get eaten after copulation stuff???

For it to be built into evolution for some male species to chase that death.

There's gotta be an absolutely unreal neural payload they get for it

[dragontoothedmaw]

Drider preds with "realistic" digestion.

Drider preds that will clutch you in their grip, maybe tie you in webbing, and then bite.

Injecting not just venom but also digestion fluid.

That digests your body right there in their hold.

They eat you alive somewhere between a vampire sucking your blood and how slime prey works

Your body slowly turns to mush as they slurp you up

Could be painful and horrifying in fatal vore.

Or could be pleasant and satisfying with painless venom + reformation in safe vore.

[acorncake]

God I'm still rusty so apologies

And yeah! He doesn't mind willing peeps. Will let ya stay however long you'll like

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

I am a monster, that I cannot deny, but just because I am a monster, just because I fundamentally do not deserve acceptance, does not mean I do not crave it. Do you understand what seeing you in my web does to me? What you have given me by allowing me to catch you? You have granted me more than a meal Ida, you have granted me acceptance, unconditional love, nourishment that is both physical and spiritual. Gazing upon your beautiful face with eight eyes instead of two. It saddens me to think, I might never find a way to repay you for what you are offering me. For though I adore you, all I know of love is hunger, it’s something I am well suited for, after all I am my hunger and very little else, but is it worthy of you? You have chosen to speak to me in my own language, to be my prey, to allow me to feast. But what is your language Ida? What can I do to make you feel accepted? What can I do to make you feel loved?

[diningopossum]

2099 vore

hey! wrote a miguel vore fic because i haven't seen near enough vore fics of him :/

hope y'all enjoy! (also hoping this could inspire more mig fics)

the hand holding yours is large and sturdy, yet light and gentle. he holds it almost reverently, staring up at you for a moment, his fingers lightly brushing against the skin of your wrist. your breath catches as he pulls it closer to himself, no words leaving him as he brings your hand close to his face. he doesn't take his eyes off of you at first, keeping his gaze locked with yours.

he only breaks eye contact to look down at your hand, pressing his lips delicately to each and every one of your knuckles. you watch, entranced, his lips folding around your knuckles for a moment each time. he then draws your hand back, peering up at you for a moment.

with an ease that should be unfair, miguel uncurls your fingers with his other hand, running it along the palm of yours to unfurl them. his touch is light, like a feather, and once he's finished, he pulls your hand back in. his face is relaxed, and you hold your breath when he opens his mouth, lips parting. his fangs are on full display, strands of saliva breaking and connecting the roof of his mouth to his tongue.

his tongue quivers, his warm breath hitting your skin. delicately, he slides one of your fingers into the side of his mouth. your eyes widen at this strange action, but you don't stop him, enthralled by what he is doing. the tips of his fangs graze both the top and bottom of your finger, belying their sharpness to you.

a moment later, and he closes his mouth around your finger, his fangs piercing it, up near the knuckle. you wince, one of your eyes closing in reaction to the pain. you then feel him suckling on your finger, his eyes closed. his tongue wraps around your finger below where his fang is inside of you, stroking up and down the length of it. you feel your face flushing at the feeling of it, your toes curling with pleasure.

he hums lightly, his eyes only opening once he reopens his mouth, pulling your fingers from inside of it with a breath. he stares forward at you as a bit of your blood trickles from the hole he'd just pierced through your entire finger like it was nothing. like a stapler through paper. you stare back at him, your lips parted. a strand of his saliva remains stuck to your finger as he holds your hand delicately once more, leaving your skin damp with his spit.

he licks his lips slowly, sensually, never looking away from you as his hand finally pulls from yours.

“delicious,” he murmurs.

you feel heat in your stomach, in your cheeks and between your thighs. you feel heat in your finger, where he'd bitten you, and you feel that heat quickly spreading through your veins.

in a few seconds, you feel faint. your legs give out under you, and you begin to fall as you feel your muscles stiffening, locking up. you would have hit the floor, but instead, a strong arm catches you midway, keeping you from the ground. miguel’s face comes into view once more, hovering over you as he holds you with ease, his arm wrapped around your back.

he smirks down at you. he uses his free hand to brush aside a strand of your hair from your face, his fingertips dancing along your forehead reverently.

“perfect,” he whispers.

you can no longer move. he poisoned you. injected you with the venom from his fangs.

how rude.

slowly, deliberately, miguel brings your hand back to his mouth with his free hand. he holds you up with his other arm, your body completely limp and still in his hold. and then, right in front of your eyes, he drags his tongue to lap the blood from the hole he’d left in your finger. he hums pleasantly once more, looking down at you with a hunger in his eyes that makes your stomach flutter.

without another word, he begins to shift how he’s holding you. he sits down on a nearby chair, cradling you in his lap. he leans forward, until his nose brushes against your cheek. he draws in a deep whiff of your scent, releasing a breath on the side of your neck. it would have sent a shiver down your spine if you weren’t paralyzed. and when he drags his tongue along the side of your cheek, slowly and agonizingly, goosebumps would have raised along your skin. as it stands, you can only close your eyes, feeling butterflies exploding in your gut as he hums with pleasure at the flavor he picks up. it almost sounds as if he’s purring as he licks up the length of your neck next, nibbling at the space where it meets the underside of your chin.

you hear something growling, and it’s not from his chest or throat. instead, it originates from miguel’s stomach, and it gives you a pretty good idea of what he’s planning to do. his tongue slips back out, tracing a trail of wetness up the other side of your neck as his hands begin to roam over your body, his fingertips hooking on the bottom of your shirt, tugging at it. without missing a beat, he pulls the shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside as he works on removing your bra as well, making quick work of it with his impatient talons. his stomach is growing louder by the second, and with each sound it makes, he grows more and more impatient, a growl coming from his throat when he finally has made your abdomen bare.

he pauses in his ministrations to stare at you. at your stomach and your chest. at the curves of your hips and the dip of your collarbone. he wets his lips. “beautiful,” he whispers, the word seeming to scrape from deep inside of him. the butterflies return with a vengeance, your eyes closing once more as his tongue explores the slope of your chest and the roundness of your breasts. he’s taste testing every area he can reach, until finally, he grows too impatient.

without further ado, he lifts your head up in the palm of one of his giant hands, his lips parting until his mouth opens. his tongue twitches with excitement, the entrance to his throat on clear display. you swallow heavily, unable to do anything else when he shoves your head into his waiting maw, his lips suctioning around your neck. an invisible shudder goes up your spine, and his tongue begins its tasting dance. it traces the shape of your cheeks, curiously laps the sides of your nose, until his mouth reopens so he can stuff more of you inside. he has to begin swallowing to do so, his throat eagerly opening up to accept you in the beginning of your descent into his body.

his hands run up and down the sides of your body, playing with the hem of your pants as he swallows once more, forcing your shoulders past his lips. you can hear his labored breathing, and know how difficult of a task this is for him. but you also know that he won’t stop until he has every inch of you inside of him, making you his and only his.

tips of his fangs brush harmlessly along the back of your shoulders as he swallows once more, sending your head further down his throat. you can feel the change from the entrance to the area beneath his clavicles and sternum, the hard bone crushing your face uncomfortably. your body hangs limply out of his mouth as he shoves another few inches of you inside, his heart beating ferociously near to your ears. you’ve always enjoyed hearing his heart so intimately like this. you will always be the only person to truly be this close to his heart, hugged on all sides by the tight muscles of his neck.

as he swallows down more and more, he pulls your pants down as well. clothing is dry and rough, and makes the swallowing process way more difficult than when it is just smooth and soft skin sliding along the interior of his body. you both learned that the first time he did this, when all of his saliva soaked up into the wool fabric, and he couldn’t taste anything ut scratchy fibers. from that point on, he will declothe you as he takes you into himself, his mouth watering as your taste floods his palette. the massive salivating typically helps send you down even faster than it would normally.

your head passes miguel’s xiphoid process with another gulp, and you can finally breathe properly once more. you feel his tongue swiping along your stomach side to side, and his throat vibrates as he hums pleasantly. his hands are cradling your hips, shifting your lower body as he needs as he takes another handful of swallows.

finally, your head is squeezed into his spacious stomach as he shoves your pelvis between his jaws greedily. his stomach walls are pulsating around you, air echoing around you loudly as he his breaths become harder and faster. it’s usually at this point that he’’s losing steam and wants to do nothing more than to finish you off. he doesn’t even take the time to taste you anymore as he takes a tremendous gulp, and you hear him groan with more pain than pleasure as he starts to work on stuffing your legs into his mouth. more and more of your body is squeezed into the stomach with you, and you begin to curl up as your abdomen and stomach are pressed in. one of miguel’s hands comes to rest on the side of his belly- you can feel it through the flesh and skin separating you- while the other remains with your legs, poking and guiding them to be as straight as possible as your thighs begin to slide in.

his stomach gurgles and churns around you, a small pool of stomach juices welcoming you, sizzling softly. the stomach walls stretch around your form to accommodate your size. you still can’t move yet, so how your body enters is how it will rest until the venom wears off. your arms rest over your stomach and chest, getting crushed as your legs begin to join you. miguel pauses for a moment to catch his breath, his hand on his belly massaging his swollen gut and you through the skin while his other hand tickles the soles of your feet teasingly, knowing you can’t even twitch your feet in response, despite the attack being merciless.

after a moment’s respite, he resumes swallowing. you feel your knees sliding along the top of his tongue, his teeth lightly chewing on your calves. just as your feet are taken in past his lips, you can feel the venom beginning to wear off. you hate how perfectly he timed this whole thing, but you can’t help but be impressed by it. you feel his head tilting back as he prepares one last swallow, finally sending you fully down the hatch.

miguel lets out a breath of contented relief as your feet travel down the length of his throat, quickly joining the rest of you in his gut. he leans back in the chair he’d claimed, spreading his thighs open as his stomach bulges larger and larger. he smirks at his belly, feeling you begin to twitch and shift as the venom wears off completely. he pats his belly, quite pleased with himself.

“you fill me perfectly,” he murmurs, that purring in his chest starting again. you can hear and feel it in his gut, the walls vibrating with the sound lightly. he rubs his hands in circles along the sides of his tummy, squishing you around a bit to get you into a more comfortable position for himself.

“you could have asked,” you mumble, finally able to cross your arms over your chest indignantly. you squirm and wiggle, also working to get into a comfortable position for yourself at the same time as his attempts.

“where’s the fun in that?” he asks smugly, patting the side of his stomach for emphasis. “now be a good snack and be quiet. i’ve still got work to do.”

you roll your eyes as you hear him grunt, forcing himself back to his feet. always working, even after swallowing you whole. but you’re not too mad about it. you can listen to the sounds of his heart beating and his lungs filling and emptying with air in the distance, held tightly in the very core of your favorite person.

[philicheesecake]

An Effective Prison

Across the Spider-Verse Vore fic

I don’t normally create fandom content but I couldn’t resist. NSFW blogs DNI

Spoilers for Across the Spider-Verse!

Content warnings: Soft, unwilling, nonfatal, g/t vore

[jack-the-nibbler]

Okay, so I’m thinking about spider monster or drider preds now.

-Being caught in a sticky web, struggling only getting yourself more stuck. Great for fearplay. Especially if the pred is teasing you, or you’re trying not to alert them to your presence.

-The pred wrapping you in silk before eating you up. It’s an interesting experience, getting wrapped up is either cozy or frightening depending on how willing you are.

-They might give you a bite, but it won’t be fatal. The venom will just make you weak and easier to swallow.

-In the case of driders, there might be two bellies. A human one and one in the spider abdomen. Bonus points if they’re different textures, colors, etc.