#drain vore

[digestabold]

Pretty bird plucked the plug from her bath and now she's all tossed out with the bathwater...

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[vorecaptions]

I j-just finished- Oh god.... I just finished my last meal... A roided personal trainer that was crazy on testosterone and needed to unload his balls. He felt nice fucking me, he didnt think I would do the same after he came, I had to be quick, a shoved all my dick in one go, he struggled a lot, as you can see I have a big cock with a big mushroom head. Once I was lodged deep inside him I started the absorption, slowly draining the guy of all that delicious muscles marinated in exagerated amounts of gear he injected himself with. God... I feel like a new man and I am not done assimilating him, look at my body, im ripped and my cock just cant go down. I only had one meal a month at most but right now my cock is starving to feed more.

[naughtybutt]

bro how much soda are you gonna down til you realize your swelling up into a blimp

[moreshamelessmilk]

i don’t want to have to go a single day w/o a sale or tip or session in november. don’t disappoint me bc i’m about to put in hella work and if it’s all for nothing i will probably quit. you can’t claim me as your fave unless you actually help contribute to my business.

[quotemenevervore]

*cutely adds an antagonist and an angsty fic to the queue*

[hurlingdown]

HUNGRY WORK — TOP! MALE! READER X RORONOA ZORO

synopsis. these days, making love to zoro feels different. it always leaves a part of you so complex and insatiable, like you're always hungry for more. or: you come into terms with the raw hunger that has wormed itself into your every living thought. wc. 2.1k

tags. sub! zoro, dom! reader. religious sex, porn with feelings, by that i mean so so much feelings, body worship, metaphorical womb-fucking, breeding kink, mentions of vore, unhinged religious dirty talk lol. title taken from a hozier song.

There are many shapes that want can take form in. For you, there’s only one. 

Zoro lies underneath you, basking in the glow of the tender sunrays, stretching lazily like a cat. The corners of his lips are lifted, and there’s something quietly smug about the way he’s looking at you, watching as you sit back on your haunches and roll your hips against him. 

“Mmm. Feels good.” 

“Yeah?” you whisper. You didn’t mean for it to come out like a whisper, but it just did. The sight of him so sweetly unfurled by your touch, the way he would part his thighs a little more without having you coax them apart, being so comfortably unguarded around you, so carelessly vulnerable. It left you breathless. 

“Yeah,” he says. His lidded gaze never leaves you, not even once, silently waiting. For what, you think, is the question. A flip of the coin could bring about maelstrom and thunder and Zoro—Zoro would follow. It was the fun part of him, in the thick of all the pieces you want to consume within you: keep him inside, away from the rest of the world, in a picture of a locket hung on a throbbing heart. 

You wish it were that easy. 

“Something’s—mm.” He parts his lips to let out a soft, guttural moan as the tip of your cock crushes against his sweet spot. “Something’s on your mind.” 

It was always, always like that. The way he reads you as though he were deciphering text, and the funny thing about all of it was that Zoro does not read, but he reads you still. You feel your heart squeeze at his small, concerned frown, dark grey turning silver under shallow light. 

You want to crawl into him, or swallow him whole, it doesn’t matter. You would resort to begging if you could, you would drain the sea and burn every gritty bit of this vile world into cinder and offer him its remains in the shape of a heart on a platter, if you could. 

Death was far too light of a promise. 

“It’s alright,” you tell him, because you’re not alright, but it doesn’t matter. 

He gives you a look, one that tells you to try harder, not convinced. His hands skid up your forearms, resting in the crook of your elbow, thumbs pressing into the tender meat there. Then he takes one and guides it to palm the sharp jowl of his cheek, and nestles his face into it. 

You seize a shaky breath. You're not sure why it happens at first, but it does.

“Move,” he murmurs, nudging his hips against the base of your cock, as though he doesn’t see the way your eyes burn with the water of tears, doesn’t feel the stutter of your heart in the way his lips press into your pulse. 

“No. You don’t,” you choke, throat tightening, “you don’t understand.” 

Do I have to? is what you think he would say, but he doesn’t, only sighs. 

“You don’t know how I feel about you,” you say, feeling oddly defensive. “You’d feel sick to your stomach if you did.” 

His eyelid flutters close until there you can barely, barely see the tint of grey beneath, unwilling to acknowledge you, but he’s listening. 

“You would hate me,” you continue, almost rambling at this point, baffled as to why it feels so hard to breathe all of a sudden, like you’re drowning in your own false words. “Sure, you would pretend not to, because you’re good at that stuff, and I’m not. You would pretend to love me. You wouldn’t even mention it to the crew—and—and everything’s going to be fine, but in reality it wouldn’t be because you’d hate me.” 

You want him to see you. Both sides of you. The one he fell in love with—the sinless, pristine one on the surface; and the one who wanted to carve yourself into him, take him apart and devour him wholly. 

Zoro’s quiet, and you’re seized with a sudden fear that maybe he did fall asleep, and you were talking your heart bare to nobody. But then he opens his good eye, and there’s almost nothing, nothing within, except for a warmth so potent and all-consuming, so tender and selfless, that it sends sweet bile rising in your throat, makes you want to kiss and take and love so much, all because he is willing. 

The words come out all wrong. 

“I can’t stay,” you tell him, weakly. “Not if it’s like this.” Not if it feels as though I’m hiding myself from you, constantly, always. I want you to love me. The whole of me. Please. 

There’s too little to fill the silence, each moment pressing new bruises into skin, branding a new kind of ache into you. “Say something. Zoro.” You’re desperate, even for a goodbye. A profanity. Anything.

It takes him a while to respond. But then all he says is, low and unwavering, as though none of this is affecting him, none of this matters to him as it does to you—

“I won’t keep you if you leave.” 

The words sink in for half a second, before your eyes snap to his—in hurt, bewilderment, both, you don’t know. You suppose you are deserving of his harsh words, but it still tears into you like a jagged, unsharpened blade, an ugly tool only meant for breaking. You prepare yourself for the next. 

“—but I want to.” 

It drowns you like a tidal wave. 

You would’ve thought you were dreaming, if not for the tightening of his fingers wound around your wrist, as though to forbid themselves from trembling. A strong, firm grip, heavy warmth oozing from underneath. Zoro’s hands have always been the steadiest part of him, if not his heart. 

“Do you understand?” he asks, almost pleading, and the sound trickles into every crook of your soul. 

“Okay,” you whisper. You find that you can breathe, finally. “Okay.” 

“I won’t keep you,” he continues, “because you are free. I don’t own you. But I want to. Gods, I want to.” 

Zoro does not believe in god, but he will pray to a religion of your name. 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip, stifling any noise, but your vision blurs and all of a sudden there’s wetness spilling down your cheeks and dribbling onto the face of your lover. You wipe them away with your thumb, sucking in a wobbly breath, but they keep coming and coming, trying to submerge you in a sea where everything will drown. 

“Fuck—shit, ’m sorry. Give me a sec.” 

It's no longer fresh pain, but to have him here, his touch surrounding you, telling you that what you feel for him—this carnal hunger that has wormed its way into your every living thought—is the truth, is the surviving, that you aren’t insane, and it makes you ache so impossibly sweet. Because he wants you too, wants to own you in a way that he knows he shouldn’t, can’t. It grounds you to reality. 

You feel his hand on your cheek, a soundless comfort in return, and you lean against it. 

But then all of a sudden, in a twist of events far too brisk for your liking, there’s a sharp glint to his smile, and he coos in a disgusting voice, “Aww, crybaby,” because of course he would. Frustrated, you snap up and thrust your hips against him, and he yelps, letting go of your face to fist the sheets, surprised. 

This is the fun part of Zoro, you recall. Always. Maelstrom and thunder. 

“You’re a bastard,” you hiss. “We were having a moment!” 

“Were we?” He tosses you a dirty smirk, legs locking around your waist so casually and innately that makes something inside you churn. “You were the one, ah, fucking into me so suddenly, if I recall.” 

He has no cover, as usual, vulgar and to the point, and you begin to think that somewhere within him dwells a part as hideous and self-seeking as yours. 

“I don’t plan on stopping,” you mutter, fingers pressing bruises into his hips as you ram back into his hole. “Zoro. I want—I want to do so many things to you. With you. You have no idea.” 

The drop in tone makes his demeanour shift. Slightly, but you see it. These things do not escape you easily.

“I know,” is his breathless reply. “Please.” 

“I want you so much it drives me mad,” you breathe, “I don’t just—want this, and I am happy if this is all you want to give, but I want all of you. Every inch. Every scar. I want to read your body like a book. The insides and the outsides. All of it.” 

He lets out a soft almost-whine at your words, head tilting to the side to expose his neck. “Please,” he repeats, with a little more meaning. 

“I want to—to break you apart and seal you back together because that would mean I created you. This version of you, not some dirty god out there, not some nameless devil. Zoro, do you understand? Zoro.” 

“Yeah,” he pants. “Yeah, please. Do it. I want it.” 

“I want to carve you, bone and marrow. I want to make your womb swollen with me, they're gonna think someone's knocked you up. Make you all mine. Fuck, I want to eat you,” you groan, “want it so much I think about it every day—want to bite you, sink my teeth into you, drink in your blood.” 

Zoro’s pupils are blown wide with lust, and he clenches around you, gasping. “Fuck. Yeah, do whatever you want, I want it all, so please, already—” 

That’s his answer enough, and you bend down to kiss his exposed neck, nipping and biting carelessly, leaving a trail of raw purple wherever your teeth go. You pound into him harder, and he moans, snaking a hand to grip the back of your head, pressing you against him, as though you weren’t close enough, still. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, and it feels like a truth’s been pulled out from you. “So divine. I want to ruin you.” 

Zoro shudders in your arms, and he gives a shaky nod, strong arms compressing you from above, keeping his thundering chest pressed to yours. “Ruin me,” he rasps, “and leave a scar, so everyone would know you did it.” 

Then he’s seizing a sharp breath, pulling you into a kiss as sweet moans needier than the last spill into your mouth like sour wine, and you vaguely hear the wet splatter of his come against skin before his hole grips you wickedly tight.  

How ironic.

These are the words that you last register when you finally spill out all of your sin into him, and he locks up around you tight to keep it all inside his filthy, tarnished womb, and it takes you straight to heaven. 

You cry out in pleasure, or maybe it’s him who does. Holy light pours into you from above, and you part your lips to drink in it. 

It might have taken a minute, or two—maybe more, but you feel so blissed out and high that it takes you a moment to notice that you’re almost sinking, all the strength leaving your body. You realise that the thing beneath you is the only thing that belongs to you. It is solid, and warm, and you hold it to your chest to feel it breathe. 

“Y’okay?” your thing asks you between heavy breaths, and you shake your head, far too dizzy. 

There’s a low chuckle, one that resonates in the entirety of it. And as the vibrations seep into you wave by wave, tremor after tremor, there’s a slow, heavy bubbling in your chest. It begins in small fizzes, like the ones that froth when billows collide, but then it starts to grow larger, and larger, like hot, gurgling lava in the midst of a volcano. It feels tight, hard to breathe, almost. 

“Zoro?” you ask, unsure, and the hand on the nape of your neck squeezes. 

“I’m here,” he answers, tiredly. Always here. 

“I feel weird," you tell him, truthfully.

“Is it a good kind of weird?” 

You take a second to think, that he must be right. “... yeah. Maybe.” 

“Then it’s fine,” he sighs, arms wounding around your shoulders to shift your weight to the side. “You deserve to feel good.” 

He presses the side of your face to his chest, your ear right above his heart, before slowly drifting into slumber. 

The bubbling within you simmers, gradually, over time, and you close your eyes. You deserve to feel good, his words echo in the dark. 

It hits you, the belated apprehension, that this—whatever you’re feeling—is happiness. 

It breathes life into you.  masterlist! # feeding the zoro lovers. repost of my old work btw - fav thing i've ever written for him so far. zoro canonically has a complicated relationship with god and religion so it was fun to explore how he views religion in carnal desire

now all i need is to write something filthy for his asura form

[digestabold]

The toilet... my ultimate predator

[vorecaptions]

Oh, Danny boy, I heard you wanna leave the team? Really? After all that happened? After all that you achieved? You are the best of us Danny, you are our captain, bro.

When you entered the team you weren't more than one of those fucking nerds, remember when you were scrawny as hell? All that changed after coach gifted us some of his power, and Danny boy you were the most starving of us, the way you chugged every drop from coach balls that night... you alone got the essence of an entire jock just for yourself. You were the greediest of us all, you would only let us feed from coach when you had your fill, and that took a lot. Coach even said that he had to travel to the next state to hunt down good enough prey so that no one would notice and link so many gym goers vanishing... Danny boy you were so hungry for more power that your body ended up absorbing more than essence and nutrients from coach, you even infused yourself with his dna...

Not even coach did know you could make a pred from his seed alone. And yet you were still hungry, you wanted way more than coach could give you alone. You started to hunt by yourself. That's what happened to Dylan, right? You weren't satisfied with a devoted cum dump, you wanted all of him to submit, his muscles, his balls, his strength, his fucking cock. You took it all!

But all of a sudden you get some waning conscience screaming at the back of your mind and decides to stop being this way. Danny boy, it's like coach said, you sold your soul to the devil, might as well reign in hell. You are the best and worst of us all Danny, you are our motherfucking alpha. You are the leader of a fucking predator's pack man, even coach recognizes it.

You can't leave us, you can feel us and we can feel you, we are bonded! So stop this fuckery and let's go back inside the frat, there are some prey left and sorority girls to be bred, man up, dude. Time to go back to you duties, those wombs won't be filled by themselves.

[naughtybutt]

getting up after a fresh meal 😮‍💨💨

[ghostofjaspare]

TUTORIAL

Chris was laughing, James was panicking. Chris had just watched a, cock vore tutorial on his laptop. He decided that, James would make a good first try. "Chris! Stop! If this works, it could kill me!" "Stop worrying James. This is a fake site. The worst that will happen, will be me rubbing my dick on your face. And, as I recall, you enjoy that. And, even if something DID happen, I would let you out again.." Unfortunately for James, it, DID work. In a couple minutes, James was a human sized, squirming, flesh wrapped cocoon. Chris couldn't believe how incredibly good, his friend felt inside of him. He held his,James filled, man sized cock, tightly against his body. "James.. Dude.. You just feel too good inside of me. I don't think I would let you out, even if I knew how. I think I'm going to just take a nap, while you drain into my balls. You know Jared, the mailman you've been crushing on? I think I'll let him drink the load you turn into..."

[chonkyvoreai]

"Ha, nice try, bro. I don't care about throwing my sportsman scholarship down the drain. I'm almost finished with college anyways, and not going to play in the leagues once I'm done. This is a far better trade off."

[quotemenevervore]

I really just need to write it but now I’m thinking about Sapnap and Bad in SM..

How Bad hadn’t been stored in a very long time if at all so he was nervous/scared of being stored, and that Sapnap took that into consideration and did his best to keep him from getting too scared

Or how Bad notices that him being shrunk led to Sapnap’s instincts going off and he gets emotional because despite everything with the Eggpire he still means enough to Sapnap for his mind to consider close enough to protect-

[poppykochbelly]

Get robbed, swallowed, teased, taunted, blackmailed, gaslighted, and most importantly - dissolved in my newest full-size vore clip

Drained & Devoured: Send for your Life <3

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[nomlebean]

(Small rant I made awhile back that I forgot to post)

I feel constantly drained when I have to draw stuff. Unlike a few vore artists that have actual creativity and talent - ( @pineappleparfaitie @yuco-the-alien116 @notmyprey @zetsweirdtherapyblog @sebastiankisser4 @theweirdvoreguy @suzyandthefox @local-squishmallow @people plerepellent2000 @dav8530 @curledwithin @lobotomysbrajn @citrus-kiddo @cherrasitic @cardnompfs @cowardlysimon and many more) I lack creativity in everything I do and kind of just feel like I'm there just to be there in a way. I admire all the Vore artists that were mentioned and others, and I take inspiration from them. I always think that I have to be someone else to be better than my actual self.

[cicada-sized]

here's a silly little post about digesting in an ambiguous pred's guts because I haven’t posted here in a very long time and I should probably do that or whatever.

CW// detailed fatal vore, (prey's perspective) and burping (since I know people can feel iffy about that too) under the cut

🔞 MDNI 🔞

So this is where you’ll be spending your final moments… pathetic isn’t it?

You’re trapped in a dark abyss, stowed away within disgustingly humid gut; just about ready to churn to mush. Your own little hellish world where you’re meant to spend the last few measly hours of your life.

That is, if you even last that long. 

You gasp for breath, the stale oxygen making you cough, the fumes watering your eyes, using any strength you can to push against the walls squishing inwards on you. 

To properly was nearly impossible, the organ so small, you could barely fit. You don’t know how they were able to get you down, the tight squeeze nearly suffocating you, but unfortunately for you, their perseverance proved to be just as strong as their stomach walls. 

You’re curled up, knees pressed against your chest, squishing into your ribs with each breath; digging in even harder with every clench and contraction of the stomach walls as the organ slowly makes sense of its new slab of meat to churn. 

Drenched in frothy stomach acids, your hair dripping with the stuff, run-off pooling around and seeping into your skin. 

You’re helpless as a slight tingling sensation slowly grows, spreading across your body. 

Though you couldn’t see, darkness encompassing you, it felt like every other sense has heightened, the searing heat overwhelming your brain and leaving you dizzy— oh, that actually might be the gastric fumes encompassing you. 

God—It smells so fucking bad. The acrid air is thick with pungent Vapor, the oxygen just barely breathable and making your eyes water. every breath shallow and stale, not to mention air was depleting quickly with each ravenous belch that was blasted up their throat. 

Though with every couple belches, your captor gives a bit of mercy and will swallow a couple gulps of fresh air. you were sure it was purely to keep you going for a bit longer, wanting to savor your body for as long as possible, of course. They worked hard for you, clearly they’re not gonna let their hunt end that quickly. 

Prodding against their stomach walls, fingers stretching and pushing at the folds of rugae. you tried to get their attention muffled pleas that you hoped would get through to them, only to be met with silence. You were lucky if they mustered out a hum of enjoyment from the outside, rumbling all around you. 

Embarrassing.

This may be your last moments you can’t even fight back, one would assume they would die thrashing, kicking desperately against the stomach walls but no, your pred had to choose you. To gorge themselves on a meal they’ll spend an inordinate amount of time digesting. 

you tense up as an unnatural presence prods back against your back. pressure felt past the layers of organ, fat, muscle and skin. A couple fingers dancing along your spine, curving down the paunch; which you certainly had helped in forming. They repeated this motion a few times, giving their gut a nice hefty slap as well, wobbling you and sloshing around the concoction you’re stewing in. 

Feeling that utter humiliation as they truly enjoy their meal to the fullest, you try to struggle and kick, using any energy you have left to extend your limbs out against the tight, slime laden walls.

 You could feel them tense up, holding their breath and let out a groan as their stomach walls clench, forcing your legs back into position knocking the wind out of your chest; once again sending you heaving for toxic air, gagging with each desperate breath. 

You have to get out, you can’t die like this. you feel everything surrounding you attempting to drain every bit of life from you. 

With the calm heartbeat casually thumping above, your captor content and happy to digest you without a care or worry someone will come looking for you— and there’s nothing to do but writhe around and whine for the pleasure of someone else.

Face it, You’re nothing but food now.

[vorecaptions]

- Oh fuck yeah, you're almost halfway through! MORE... - Nooo...

Dylan wanted to submit to his alpha as he thoght it would be like the ohter times, getting fucked until he passed out. But the coach has changed Danny beyond making him a jock, he got a hunger that couldn't be satisfied, and emptiness gwanin at him, and he finally got something to fill his insides. Dylan couldn't struggle much more than he did, he was sinking faster now, he could feel the pleasure coursing through him, the ecstasy of absorbing a prey, a pleasure he's accessed because he was becoming part of Danny and all that was him would be assimilated, consumed by him. 

- FUCKING GET IN THERE, LET IT HAPPEN... YOU ARE MINE... UHGH! Yeah give it to me, GIVE IT ALL TO ME.