Gender neutral reader worshiping Valentino’s feet 🦶 ✌️
You get called to Valentino’s place, wearing the fur coat he gifted you a year ago, and nothing else.
He grins widely at the sight, lounging obscenely in his massive couch.
He’s puffing on a cigarette.
His red, obscured eyes follow you as you move towards the couch, on the way hanging the coat, but he stops you from joining him on the red leather.
“No, baby,” he purrs, and nudges you with a boot.
It’s sharp, shiny, and black as night.
The nudge makes you inhale sharply; what does he want from you this time, you wonder…
“Tonight, I have a very special job for you. You’re going to worship me like the Overlord I am. And you will like it. Got that, babydoll?”
You hate the way you shudder, but, knowing that Valentino isn’t a guy to be trifled with, you nod in agreement.
“Yes, daddy.”
He grins at you, blowing red smoke in your face. It gets you embarrassingly hot and bothered.
“I think,” he drawls, spreading his legs obscenely wide, “that you start with my boots. Don’t you agree?”
Why does that make you salivate? And already! That’s so humiliating…
“Yes, daddy,” you whisper again, stroking his legs slowly while you slide between them and sink to your knees.
You try to lick at his cock - hidden behind a skimpy thong that doesn’t really hide anything - but receive a sharp slap to your cheek for your insolence.
“Did I say you could do that?” he growls, yanking your head back by your hair, no doubt relishing the yelp of pain.
“No, daddy,” you mumble.
“That’s right, I didn’t. So how about we try again, hmm? My. Feet. If you please.”
Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you sink lower, and lower still, so you can unzip his ungodly long boots and gently peel them off of him.
His deep, dark chuckle rings in your ears as you cradle one ankle in your hands and bring his foot closer to your face.
The first thing you notice is that it doesn’t reek; he probably showered not too long ago; a person of his esteemed status couldn’t go long without showers and baths, after all.
Hesitantly - despite being his favorite girl, you have never licked feet before! - you kiss the bridge of his foot; tender and soft; you let your velvety lips slide over his purple skin, pressing them slightly firmer against the flesh here and there.
Looking up at him, his face doesn’t reveal if you’re doing a good job or not; he’s simply grinning, as he always does.
“With tongue, baby.”
You mewl quietly, sticking out your tongue to pass it over the bridge and each toe; it doesn’t taste bad, as you had expected it would.
No, in fact, it’s almost… pleasant.
You close your eyes and swipe your tongue over each of his toes; occasionally, you suck one deeper into your mouth, just to toy with him.
But, the thing is, even if you do your best to tease and rile him up, it doesn’t seem to get him anywhere.
So, you double down on your efforts to get him hard; you moan and suck and lick and kiss.
His toes, the arch, the instep, the heel; you work your magic on the entirety of his foot, and yet there’s nothing.
“I had no idea you’d be so excited for a chance to worship my feet, baby,” he purrs and flexes his foot so you have better access to his sole.
He merely giggles, as if this tickles.
“I think I’ll have you on foot fetish duty for your next movie,” he continues, taking a long drag from his cigarette.
A pathetic whine escapes you: the thought was downright vile! You didn’t like feet! It was only because it was Valentino…
Suddenly, thin but strong wisps of red smoke wrap around your neck, and a sharp tug makes you look up with a yelp.
“Look at and listen to me, whore,” he purrs, and his eyes glisten with malice, with mischief.
You nod, swallowing heavily.
“As well as you’re doing, I think it’s time you acknowledge that you won’t get me hard from this pathetic display. Just admit it, baby.”
“But daddy!” you whine, clutching at his ankle with both your hands, “I thought you wanted this!”
His grin widens, growing menacing.
“Well, maybe you just don’t have what it takes, honey,” he says with a shrug, puffing on the cigarette.
You whine again.
“There’s no shame in that.”
He knows; he knows you want nothing more than turning him on so he can fuck you good and hard and rough.
“But, you seem to be unbearably into it, so I’ll let you continue.”
You don’t miss a beat; “thank you, daddy…”
He strokes your head.
“Good girl.”
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After collecting the pathetic priests like trading cards, some crossover ideas start bouncing in my head like a DVD screen saver so I’m getting them out there for no reason
John Ward gets reinstated as a priest and his first mission is on Crockett Island where instead of meeting with his old mentor Monsignor John Pruitt, he meets Father Paul Hill
A case of possession on Crockett Island leaves Paul Hill at a loss. Mainland Church sends two of their most experienced exorcists; John Ward and Damien Karras
After the successful exorcism of Regan Macneil, Damien Karras heads to Snake Meadow Hill after hearing a priest was sent to the psychiatric ward after a failed exorcism
Before coming back to Crockett Island after being turned, Paul Hill goes to Georgetown to give his gift to Damien Karras’ dying mother
Alu (in John’s body) and Captain Howdy (in Damien’s body) beat the shit out of each other for no fucking reason, then they call a truce just to terrorize Paul instead cause it’s funnier
Group Therapy where Damien, a licensed psychologist, gives the Johns Free Therapy
Sad Priests Swap AU where John Ward is the enigmatic vampire priest of Crockett Island, Paul Hill is the psychologist priest of Georgetown University tasked with the exorcism of a young girl by the name of Leeza Scarborough, and Damien Karras goes back to the MacNeil’s family house to finish the failed exorcism of Regan Macneil
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Ok mini vent/tsimping? (Look there's good points and bad points)
I hate mk12/mk1 shang tsung's writing. And his stupid needle wannbe basic bitch claw gloves.
HOWEVER!
I will admit despite all that. He's once again THE ONLY THING GOOD ABOUT THE NEW MK GAME. and it's sad really because it's just mk11 2 electric boogaloo,but different packaging. Srsly. Fr. It really is. Nothing changes. Nothing is special. It's the same shit. Trying to pretend to be something better but it's not really.
But again like i said. Despite that. Unless you're a shang tsung tsimp.
You're not going to really like the new game. Unless you have no standards and aren't really a mk fan. And are just here for the hype.
But in all seriousness,i would like alan lee as shang more and watch more of his shang ,if people stop putting him in those stupid fugly ass gloves. Get rid of those and we good bro.
I mean really. If mk onslaught can make him look like this
And keep his smugness in 12.
Getting rid of those damn gloves would make this less distracting. And stop making me so pissed off. (Im petty,i hate his gloves,sue me)
And his role needs to be done better,but i chalk that up to once again piss poor writing. And even then....still the only entertainment about the new mortal kombat game is SHANG TSUNG. Once again he has to save the damn franchise because they keep making other characters shit. Ugh.
And i want him to "win" but i want it to be worth it and actually earn it and not be plot convenient for tsimps like me. Like im a huge fan but damn man. Give me something with oomf,with flavor,not imitation fake ass cheese. Gimme real chedder,ya know ehat i mean?! Like damn.
NOT MAKING LIU KANG A VILLAIN IS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE AND FUMBLE THEY (NRS) EVER MADE!
But i digress.
Shang tsung still is a cutie. Not the best in the new game as he isn't quite as delicious as the og tagawa,and im still disappointed and am rejecting canon and substituting it for my own,but still shang tsung is shang tsung and I'm out of proper kontent.
So he'll do. For now (i do 💖hate💖 how he still got charm,swag, or rizz as the young kids call it now).
Like despite the shitty writing,he's still cute.
Honey I'm so sorry they did you kinda dirty. But despite the shitty script,mr alan lee does a decent job. At least he fucking tries. Unlike some characters!!!! *stares death glares at this mk12/mk1 lame ass version of liu kang* . Like I'm so sorry sweetie that they give you half assed villainy and call it good. Ugh,you deserve so much better.
So for me this shang's a 5 or 6 solid out of 10. But this is me being a tsimp so eh. Dont take my word for it.
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