Space Pants & Space Shorts.
// Context: Mafia Meeting - SNL
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Final Fantasy VII Remake
↪ Corneo punches Leslie
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Distracted Don Corneo XD
I drew this picture for a meme-contest and actually won it :D
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Re: NSFW; Size doesn’t matter || Applies to @donofdepravity
Length: 7.5"
Girth: 6" (Circumference)
You know what I’m talking about.
He’s quite proud of his spicy sausage and meatballs.
He does most certainly partake in a number of things by way of bedroom play, but it’s a shame that in his mind he’s always priority number one. Reality continues to prove that it’s how you use it that matters, not how big it is.
But I suppose if you’re into that, then there you go I guess.
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Every one of Corneo’s lackeys: I’m not gay. I love the ladies
*Cloud walks by in a dress*: okay, maybe I’m a little gay
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// I made 950 Don Corneo icons. I hate myself. 😂
// I’m gonna release them (color corrected, but not with my personal border) at some point in case anyone else also wants to write this bastard lmao.
// I’ve been working on these for the better part of four days.
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Final Fantasy VII: Remake → Dancing Don Corneo
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Cloud: “Oh God this is going to be in high-res oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit…”
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Don Corneo: Don’t be shy, little kitten! Shimmy on over and give Daddy some sugar!
Cloud:
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FFVII Remake Gifs 9/???: Miss Cloud the dominatrix
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whelp
>Instagram post<
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Such pert breasts, gorgeous hair, and magnificently long lashes. The Don brayed most pleasantly, enjoying every sight the show had to offer. Even if the other didn't quite fit the bill for his typical prospective bedmates, they were at least alluring company and moved in ways that so many of the other desperate hussies couldn't even begin to compete. Just how? This pretty Bee before him for the eve must have been of Andrea's arrangement. Out came his wallet, and so rained the gil.
THIS ... don corneo certainly got around , at least as far as the honeybee inn was concerned . don corneo this ; don corneo that ... they said the guy was stacked and what an honor it would be to be able to perform for him . the prospect of more money certainly seduced roche ── he would be able to send his mother a nice gift , after all ... but his aspirations lay elsewhere ── specifically , the honing of his craft , and what he secretly continues his true calling : the arts . moving with all of the grace of something close to divine and otherworldly . forgetting who he is ; replacing it with naught but beauty .as it would seem , his efforts bore fruit . beauty to him has always been easy and grace was practiced in the company of genesis when the opportunity to do so came about ... after all , they both had other responsibilities ── but whatever he had done had earned him andrea’s favor , enough for him to be selected as the one to represent the honeybee inn’s talents and charms before the don .
he supposes the whole ordeal would have been much easier if he kept his eyes closed , but nevermind the don was not tall , dark and handsome ( the complete opposite , in fact ) , roche has always approached his passions with an almost ravenous determination , and so it is somewhat easy to forget his surroundings ; to move with elegance ; to grace his audience with a seductive smile or wink as if to thank them for how graciously they showered him with their patronage . and truly , there is no greater feeling , is there ? to be admired as a living work of art . to be adored to the very end of a flourishing bow , where the spell he casts is broken .
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"Uh uh uh~ You know that’s not how we do things around here, little Lily.” A pudgy finger choked by a ring that you wouldn’t believe actually fit wagged before her. “Don’t forget: you work for me.” She wasn’t restrained, merely cornered after denying service to a valued guest during a bout of self-righteous ‘standards’. “And you would do well to remember my kindness in not putting you to work right away when my men liberated you from your old man. Kindness you’re meant to be repaying now."
random asks . always accepting
Lilian had backtracked until she was against one of the lounge’s walls – or as well as she could given how the stinger of the costume bumped just everywhere. The flower woven into her hair was white – probably someone thought she would appreciate it given her name, particularly how it was shortened just like Corneo had done.
She used to love lilies – now she almost hated it to hear it in his voice, dripping with malice like that as if he was doing her a favor – as if she owed him anything after being sold like cattle by her own father. 'Liberated', Corneo said? Only someone like him would see himself as a hero.
But she was no one – just a girl without a home and too dangerously close to eighteen and to be assigned to the active roster of the place. She knew her time was running out and she could find no exits, no blinking light at the end of the dark tunnel she found herself in. How did the other girls endure it? How did they act charming around these people who were so fucking disgusting?
“I’m so-sorry,” she managed to get the words out – and the terror in her voice apparently satisfied the man, because he stepped away (just enough for her to breathe more deeply and try to reign in her nerves). Her heart was beating wild inside her chest, but the terrible punishment others had mentioned was yet to come, so she didn’t think herself free yet. “It was… Rude of me to Mr. Herman.”
The glint in Corneo’s eyes told her he was pleased – these subservient words, the trembling signs of her fear – the Don probably felt nourished by these things. And for the moment, Lilian felt she would do anything to survive – anything for a chance to reconnect with her sisters.
“Yes. Very rude,” he confirmed, reaching for her hand and then gripping Lilian around her wrist squeezing her hard enough to likely bruise and make her let out a pained gasp. “Now you go there and make amends. If not, I won’t be so generous to you next time.”
The honeygirl didn’t trust herself to speak up – she just nodded, fighting back the tears and rubbing the tender skin as soon as she was out of his reach. She hated him – she hated Corneo more than her father, even.
She needed to find a way to get out.
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