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No rhymes tonight
Something is off
And just not right,
Empty that trough
There in your head.
Take a shower
Get in your bed.
Spend your hours
With your old cat
And that is that!
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Outsider Turned Insider (Vore Story)
Outsider Turned Insider, by OhLordyWordy Contains: Oral vore (willing) Endosoma Object vore F Anthro Panther Pred/Reader Prey Second-person POV Size Difference Light Onomatopoeia ~5.6K Words /// You open your eyes to a pale pink sky. Morning. Likely the last dawn you will ever see, considering your circumstances. It is your sixth day in the heart of the jungle. Your biplane went down over a large swathe of uncharted rainforest, but miraculously, you survived the crash. But perhaps “miraculous” is the wrong word—the gods chose to spare you a quick death in favor of a four-hundred-mile trek through the jungle. You ran out of insect repellent on day two and lost your last protein bar in a river on day four. Little red bug bites cover your arms and neck. Your boots are splitting open, your shirt is drenched in sweat, and your legs are exposed by ragged tears in your cargo pants. You had a backpack at some point, but it ripped open miles ago, leaving you with only the clothes on your
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MHA - His Bird in a Cage
- M/M - Foot Fetish - Violence - Forced - Domination/Humiliation - Sweaty WARNING: This story contains a small spoiler about Hawks' goal in the league. It's something pretty tiny and silly, but I understand that there are people who care about it. I don't know if the anime has already reached this part of the story, but anyway I hope it's not a problem for anyone. Also, in this story I tried to do something that I don't normally do, which is to bring in a little violence. _ "Enjoying your cell so far? Isn't it ironic to have a hero in the place that a villain should be?" the voice of Dabi echoed inside the dark room in an amused tone, coming in contrast to the creaking of the metal door that slowly opened to expose his presence. The situation was critical for the heroes after Hawks' cover was blown by the League of Villains. He was playing an excellent role acting as a double agent in the league, acquiring information that was more useful to the heroes than the information he needed to offer Shigaraki to build trust. It took a long time before they all seemed to have swallowed that his intentions with the league were genuine, however, despite having managed to fool even Shigaraki, there was still one person who always kept his eyes firmly on the shrewd bird — Dabi. The guy never came to blindly trust any of his fellow league members, but Hawks was the one person in there that he could never get a sense of sincerity from. Every time the blond man greeted him with a friendly smile, Dabi did the same thing automatically as he let Hawks believe that he was getting closer to him little by little. Fortunately for him, his suspicion about Hawks was more than correct, and he had the pleasure of personally take the bird out of the sky to make him know the ground for a bit, capturing the traitor before he was able to do more damage and escape without being punished in some way, a punishment that would have been a rather painful death if Dabi hadn't intervened to offer a strategic solution that benefited them all, or at least that's what he wanted Shigaraki to believe — after all, that way he could have some real fun with Hawks. The plan was to keep him alive and use him as a hostage to lure the heroes who would certainly come to the rescue. This was just a cheap excuse so that Dabi could stay very close to the hero to put his nefarious ideas into practice. The ambiance of the place made Hawks think he was in some kind of cave or underground prison; the floor and walls were made of stone, the only source of ventilation was the crack in the thick metal door, there were no windows or apparent ducts. There was a toilet installed in the corner of the room, which meant that some level of piping existed there, so this hiding place could not be underground, which brought a little more faith to Hawks. "Yeah, I'm finding it pretty cozy actually! The floor is cold all day long, it's quiet enough to take a nap... if I had three meals a day it would be paradise! The punishment for the bad guys is pretty mild!” Hawks retorted in the same sarcastic tone as Dabi, smiling cheerfully at the villain watching him from the entrance. "Glad to hear. It would be bad if our dear friend wasn't feeling comfortable with us..." Dabi said as he entered the room and closed the door behind him before he walked towards the hero. The sound of Dabi's heavy boots stomping on the floor rang in Hawks' ears like an unpleasant bell, and yet the young hero stood firm in his same relaxed composure. Sitting in the corner of the room, Hawks had his wrists firmly cuffed together. On his right ankle, a long chain could also be seen attached to the floor, allowing him to walk around the room freely. This "freedom" had only been given to him because his wings were destroyed; those same red wings that demonstrated the hero's immense pride in flying through the skies had been seriously damaged by the villain's blue flames, technically turning the hero into an ordinary person for the time being. "Still mad at me? Don't be like that, bud! I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to be your friend, you know?" "I'm not dumb like Toga or Twice, you surely know that by now. I had a feeling you would betray us from the beginning... it's so hard to believe that a guy like you, the current number two hero would be a villain." Dabi replied, cracking a smile at the corner of his face as he admired Hawks' pitiful situation. "...You remind me a lot of him for not being so honest." Hawks muttered, brushing off Dabi's smug smile, "From what I've followed so far, I feel that you wanted to believe that I wasn't a traitor, not the other way around—" As he finished saying this, the tip of Dabi's boot hit the corner of Hawks' lips, pushing the hero's face in the direction of the kick. "I know you like to be the smartass and shit, but don't get cocky. You don't know anything about me... if you did, you'd know that the only urge I feel at the moment is to rip all the honor and pride out of you to see if you could still consider yourself a hero." Dabi warned, his hate-filled voice, making Hawks believe that Dabi was serious in that statement. Bringing his foot back to the ground, Dabi watched as Hawks turned his face to him again, still maintaining that same friendly, annoying smile, but this time, a thin trail of blood began to trickle down the corner of his lips, causing Hawks to quickly use his tongue to wipe it away. "You kinda have some strength in those legs! And I honestly thought you only knew how to shoot fireballs like video game mages, huh!" "Do you really want to get kicked in the face again? Not that I mind..." said Dabi, chuckling softly as he wiggled his toes inside his boots in anticipation. "Very nice of you, but I'll pass...! I think I've gotten intimate enough with your boot for today. But hey, if you really feeling generous, how about giving me some water? I'll even ask nicely!" Hawks requested calmly. "Thirsty, eh? As you can see, I don't have anything here for you." "That's bad... I wouldn't be worth as a hostage if I were dehydrated and dead..." "Tch... you're so annoying, bird man." Dabi grumbled, immediately hearing a squelch sound coming from his boots as he applied pressure to them, causing a wicked grin to form on his lips, "Maybe you're lucky! I think I have something for you after all. Gimme a sec." With one of his eyebrows arched, Hawks watched the villain who crouched down to begin loosening the boot on his right foot before standing upright again. Hawks was confused, although he was already feeling slightly uncomfortable with what Dabi meant. With his golden eyes fixed into Dabi's turquoise eyes, Hawks watched as the villain began to slide his foot out of the boot, slowly revealing a black tube sock perfectly wrapped around his foot, making it possible to see the contrast of his toes, the shape of his foot, and even his ankle bone through the glistening black sock. Flexing his toes, he started to feel the satisfaction of freeing his foot from that hot and clammy and cramped prison after spending the day in it; the disturbing sounds of those toes being scrunched as they curled innocently before his eyes left him cringed. As if the scene wasn't unpleasant enough, the ripe scent of sweaty feet began to pollute that small environment like aromatic spray. If one were to try to describe the stench that was setting his nostrils on fire, it would be as if they had left a piece of garlic inside a bottle of vinegar and dropped that mixture into Dabi's boots, acquiring a hint of worn leather to "balance" that high concentration of sour sweat. His eyes could easily start to fill with water if his nose got any closer to that invisible cloud of aromatic vapor escaping from Dabi's boots and sock. "Daaaamn, Dabi.... that's so nasty! When was the last time you took these boots off—or more importantly, when was the last time you washed them?!" Hawks asked, pretending to be calm demonstrating to be quite impressed, and terrified by it at the same time. "Hey, I shower regularly if you don't know. Being a villain doesn't automatically turn me into a pig, but that doesn't mean I enjoy wasting my time cleaning these boots. They're already so worn out that even if I stick my clean feet in there for a few minutes, when I take them off the smell will be unbearable anyway... who cares. Well, maybe you do now, but it's not my problem." Dabi replied with a brief laugh, flexing his toes more vigorously as he spread more warm waves of pure sour stench around the room. Dabi knew more than anyone that his feet absolutely reek at every end of the day. It was nothing new for him to take off his boots and feel the environment being contaminated by the strong odor of his feet, but it wasn't every day that he had someone so close to him at that moment, especially someone who would be having to inhale that one against his will and without being able to escape. Being aware of this fact sent a spark inside Dabi, growing that glorious feeling of having a hero suffering under his feet. "Alriiight... I'm not sure I fully understand the logic behind this, but I hope you're joking..." Hawks reluctantly commented, making Dabi smile as he saw that the hero was no longer so full of himself. "Oh, I'm always serious. I suggest you be a good obedient boy and open that mouth wide for me—I'm giving you the chance to do things the easy way." Dabi said before pinching the end of his sock to start pulling it out slowly. He purposely did it this way to disturb the hero, making him watch this spectacle as if it were a striptease session. As the villain's foot began to appear, Hawks noticed the tiny black lint stuck to the skin like flakes, as well as the pinkish flesh of the sole of the foot that glistened with the sweat that covered the entire area. In the blink of an eye, Dabi's relatively large foot was hovering in the air in front of his face; the toes pointed in his direction, forcing Hawks to look at the trimmed toenails. With no sign of hair, calluses, burn marks similar to the one the villain exhibited all over his body, Hawks strangely thought for a second that the sight wouldn't bother him if that foot wasn't as smelly and sweaty as his eyes were seeing. However, the worst hadn't stopped there. Dabi was holding the sock he had just removed. The fabric was tangled in Dabi's hand as if the villain was already prepared to squeeze it and create a rather nasty shower for Hawks. "On second thought, I'm not that thirsty. I mean, I'm just a little tired actually—!" "Open. Now." Dabi commanded in a cold, intimidating voice, showing he didn't care, "And make sure you keep it open until I'm done." "Fuck, man...! I didn't know you had such bizarre fetishes hidden away. Whatever." Hawks retorted, rolling his eyes in disappointment, knowing he wouldn't be able to change the villain's mind on the argument. If he was too bothered by this, Dabi would probably take advantage of it to torment him more with his feet, so the hero used this premise as a shield that gave him the courage to do as Dabi commanded without showing distress. Yet. Holding his breath while keeping his mouth open, Hawks noticed the happiness in Dabi's eyes the moment he started squeezing the sock in his hand. Hawks was expecting a few drops, but a considerable amount of sweat splashed onto his face, with most of the liquid unfortunately falling into his mouth. The chemical reaction inside Hawks' mouth was not the best; it was like having a salty, hot soda poured into his mouth, popping out on his taste buds like acid from a citrus fruit. The worst part was that a few drops managed to hit the small shallow cut at the corner of his lips created by Dabi's kick earlier. The amount of salt concentrated in that pungent liquid made the wound sting slightly, forcing him to close his eyes until he got used to the burning, all while Dabi ignored the hero's grimaces and kept busy extracting as much juice as his sock could offer, staring at the pathetic scene as if he were looking at a piece of garbage. "Don't even dare swallow yet, taste the hours and days of sweat I accumulated hunting other heroes! I hope you enjoy the bitter, salty taste of defeat, loser." Dabi said with intense pleasure as he let the last drops fall on Hawks' face. Only after a few long minutes did the sock stop dripping, leaving Hawks' mouth full of sweat. Admiring that scene, Dabi tortured the hero a bit by letting that liquid boil inside Hawks' mouth for a few more seconds before finally giving him permission to swallow. "How was it?" Dabi asked with a false curiosity, smiling in a cynical way at Hawks' disgusted expression. "...It's like you added salt to the fermentation of a cheap sake. Pretty wild combination if I may say so." Hawks replied without showing that he was shaken, yet feeling his throat burn inside really as if he had just ingested a dose of alcohol. The small cut on his lip was also present with an annoying burning, but something like that couldn't be enough to make him lose his composure completely. "Haha, you're a funny guy, Hawks. Even more so in this position." Dabi said as he abruptly planted the sole of his foot right in the middle of Hawks' face, forcing the hero's head against the cold wall gently. With his heel glued to his chin and his toes playing the hero's hair on the tip of his forehead, the villain's sole connected perfectly on Hawks' cozy face, forcing him to feel the unusual warmth and gooey sensation provided by the sweat dripping from his sole as he slowly applied more pressure. Although he was controlling his own breathing, Hawks was only human. His will was not enough to supply his need for oxygen, and unfortunately, the air that would be entering his nostrils would be the most putrid he could imagine. It wouldn't do to keep holding his breath constantly if in the end his lungs would force him to breathe deeply, leaving him with the urge to choke on the thick, burning scent of concentrated vinegar. "This is fucking hilarious! Had you ever imagined that you would be being held hostage for a villain and his stinking feet in such a pathetic way?! Tell me how it feels to become a plaything for someone you despise so much!" As soon as dabi finished saying this, he slid his foot to the side a little, now covering only one side of Hawks' face so that the hero could look directly into his eyes. It wasn't surprising to Hawks; he knew that Dabi would enjoy every second of his degradation, and looking at that smug devil only reinforced that the villain's sense of power was at its peak, loving that situation as expected. "Just... what's the point of doing that? You must already know that I'm not going to tell you guys anything, so torturing me is a waste of time, really." "Mm-hmn. I'd love to prove your theory, but let me ask you something more important: what makes you think I need some big purpose for doing what I'm doing? I was bored and remembered we have a new little toy, that's all." Dabi answered with an amused tone, receiving an angry look from Hawks, which only made him even more excited, "That's a good look on your face..." "Typical." Hawks responded visibly disappointed in Dabi's attitude, almost as if he was creating some expectation. "Only now that you've realized that I'm a villain? Don't make me laugh. More importantly, maybe you think I didn't realize it, but my soles are so hot that any breeze works like an AC. You weren't breathing as much at first, but now you seem to have surrendered... or maybe you've started to get used to the new position?" said Dabi, wiggling his toes happily on Hawks' forehead. "Heh, don't even make fun of that shit! I would have already tried to knock you out five times if I still had my wings." Hawks retorted in a playful tone, hiding his intentions now that it wouldn't make a difference. Ignoring that comment from the hero, Dabi moved his foot back over Hawks' face, this time pinning his nose between the first two of his foot, smiling satisfyingly as he saw Hawks' eyes open wider. "Aw, what's the matter? You look like you want to cry." Dabi pointed sadistically, realizing that the pungent odor between his fingers immediately began to make Hawks' eyes water. The hero tried to debate his face to free himself from that nasty prison, but Dabi just pressed his foot harder, managing to keep his head in place, "Hey, hey, take it easy! It's not like you're going to be able to escape. Just relax and breathe for a while." "I... I would love to breathe away from that foot of yours! If you could please take it off— shit, that's so unfair..." Hawks complained in a weak voice, feeling the impact of the smell between his toes affect his diction. The smell in that part was an intensified version of what he had been smelling before; it was as if his acidity levels were rising dramatically every time that unpleasant perfume invaded his nostrils with such vigor. He could no longer control the tears that began to run from his eyes at the brutal intensity of the stench, all of them being diluted in the even saltier liquid that covered Dabi's sole. The villain didn't hesitate to flex his toes, feeling the pleasant air current that Hawks' convenient nostrils were providing for him. Seeing him in that low position was already worth a lot, but Dabi could see this opportunity to perhaps break Hawks' heroic spirit for good, pushing the levels of humiliation to the limit. "Man, I'm so tired of standing around like this... can you make yourself useful?" Dabi asked, pushing his foot away from Hawks' face for a second and giving a false relief to the hero who didn't have time to react as he felt that same foot stick in his cheek, kicking him hard enough to send him backwards on the ground. Without even giving the hero time to fully process the pain, Dabi felt around Hawks' abdomen as if it were a familiar seat for him, bringing his legs close to the hero's face. "It could be better, but that's okay. I'm more interested in what that mouth of yours can do for my foot." "W... Wait-" Hawks tried to exclaim, but had his mouth invaded by Dabi's five slippery toes as soon as he opened it. His eyes immediately opened wide with the sour and bitter taste that quickly took over his palate. Thinking to take some action, Hawks stared at the villain as a way of saying he would be about to bite his foot, and understanding this advance from the hero, Dabi just held out his hand to display an attractive and bulky blue flame. The villain's intimidating aura grew in that moment, causing Hawks to freeze looking at Dabi, smiling sadistically as he forced more of his foot into his mouth. "Do that and I'll give you a permanent tattoo on your face for free." Dabi warned, starting to make his toes dance inside the hero's mouth to spread more of the petulant, salty flavor. Unresponsive, tears continued to flow from Hawks' eyes now as the pressure in his abdomen created greater difficulty breathing, requiring him to inhale more of that potent, disgusting stench against his will. Seeing that the hero had given up doing what he planned, Dabi's smile grew as big as ever before he began to speak again, "AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! What happened, hero? Are you really going to allow a villain to use my sweaty toes to play with your tongue like that? Is that all the guts you have?! Pathetic. You really can't do anything now, can you? You've fallen so low that you're being forced to taste another guy's foot like a bitch, sobbing and crying as my foot approaches your throat!" Ignoring the hero's tormented face for a moment, Dabi took the opportunity to start removing his other boot, followed by mine that was just as drenched in sweat as the previous one. By this time, the already unbearable smell began to dominate the small environment, impregnating the musky vinegar vapors that eroded the senses of the hero, who did not have the strength to struggle on the floor. With that, Dabi brought his other bare foot and stuck the sole of his foot on the side of Hawks' face while he was forced to taste the other. "Thaaaat's it. That's the place heroes should be, under my feet." Dabi said triumphantly, flexing his toes inside Hawks' mouth as he allowed himself to relax on top of the hero, "Do me a favor and move that tongue more. I believe my toes are in need of a good cleaning, especially between them. I want to feel you digging that tongue between each of them diligently. I'm tired of having to do everything here." Dabi said pleased with the wonderful feeling of having hero number two in such a despicable situation, drooling on his dirty foot like a dog while being forced to smell the stench of his other foot freshly removed from his boot. Completely defeated, Hawks obeyed Dabi's cruel order and slowly brought his tongue to the warm skin, feeling the sour taste sting his taste buds and his pride simultaneously. Seeing Dabi's smug expression, imposing his superiority and total control only helped him feel even more humiliated, knowing that as the villain himself said, there was nothing he could do. He would need to continue standing there, satisfying the young villain's ego and bathing his stinking toes with his own tongue, replacing that slimy, salty sweat with his own saliva. The flakes of lint were also adding a torturous burst of flavor in his mouth, especially those he was finding between his damp toes, which almost seemed to crumble at the base of his tongue and leaving only the greasy taste of salt and cheese. Eventually, Dabi pulled his foot out of Hawks' mouth only to have him lick the rest of his foot, making sure to leave his tongue out as he dragged his foot from heel to toe on top of that artificial cleaner. The growing degradation seemed to burn more than the villain's flames in his wings earlier, consuming any resistance from the hero who continued to lie there like a good boy while he was being used for something so strange and vile for the sole purpose of satisfy Dabi's sadistic desires. Hawks' repetitive tongue movements never left Dabi bored. Being in such a privileged position as this only made him want to get his feet even dirtier so that Hawks' humiliation would remain in a painful cycle, but for now he was satisfied just to make him swallow the dirty lint from his sock and that condensed sweat whose taste would remain in the hero's mouth for long, long hours until it disappeared completely. Hawks' menacing look had been transformed into a clear tired and vacant expression, emphasizing what only that hour under Dabi's feet in that position had managed to do in his mind. As if it wasn't enough to have to watch that villain use his tongue like a sponge, he still had to endure the taunts of Dabi, who occasionally started rubbing his soles together against the hero's face, pinching his nose between his toes, stepping on his cheeks as if he were slapping him in the face; all while that devilish smile continued to be present above him like the moon he was unable to see inside that isolated room. Eventually, the torture came to an end. Although it was only an hour, for Hawks it was as if he had spent a whole day suffering beneath the villain's feet. He was unable to move a finger, and his blurred vision gave him the feeling that he might faint at any moment. Smiling at seeing that his work was satisfactory, Dabi stood up calmly, staring at the hero's defeated countenance with indescribable joy before raising his foot over him to stomp in the middle of his chest, watching Hawks groan at the small impact. "It was fun spending this time with you, dear friend. Next time I promise I'll bring you some water... and a dog bowl. You will only drink the water after I let my socks soak in there for a while, or maybe you'd rather I pour the water into my boots and give you to drink as a cup. Yeah, the insoles of my boots are probably more loaded with flavor than the socks, but we'll probably do both." Dabi was saying quietly, not caring if at this point, Hawks was actually still conscious enough to understand his words, but regardless the villain pulled his cell phone from his pocket and pointed it at the hero thrown at his feet. The flash of the camera lit up the room for a second before that characteristic photo sound echoed inside the room, followed by a brief giggle from Dabi who checked the photo on his cell phone like a valuable jewel. "I'll try to send that photo to a more secure cell phone and send it to the cops. I need to show them that you are being treated well after all." Dabi stated decisively, taking his foot off of Hawks before walking over to his boots to put them back on, "Sleep well now. Your days from here on out are only going to get worse, so you're going to need energy... oh, right, you're already out. " Shaking his head in disappointment, Dabi opened the thick bedroom door, taking one last look at Hawks slumped on the floor, marked by the smell of his feet before closing the door and letting the dark absorb the hero again as that unpleasant odor and aggressive taste continued to disturb his senses for the rest of the night.
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FOLLOW ME DOWN
Eyes of strange Faces without a name The mindless voice Echoes in the shadows The other side of silence The madness consumes Until the end of time
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