I drop it like it's hot on the pole, on the pole. Shining in the club, neon gold, neon gold.
They call me "Firecracker", 'cause nobody is faster.
RIP Rossy Mendoza. 🌹
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SHIVERS - Outside, spring rain seeps into the cracks in the walls and the cobblestone streets, and into grated storm drains. All the way down into the sewers... Above ground, the first May bells blossom.
For Klaasje:
the damsel in distress
the femme fatale
the votary of le Retour
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BONUS: Alternate version. This was my original concept for the portrait, but I think the may bells are more evocative, but I still really like this one, so here you go:
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BALLET!ANDREIL YEAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
bonus/refs below :)
BONUS: might revisit this guy in the future i don’t love how it’s turning out but i did work on it for a while hehe
OTHER BONUS: dance class andreil :) andrew is a mess :)
REFERENCES:
solo neil was all references from @/_angelogreco_ on instagram
solo andrew was all references from @/julienmackay on instagram
duo ref: intimate lens studio, dancers - taylor bradshaw/vinicius vasconcelos
cute lil chibi ref:
muah ♡
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I drop it like it's hot on the pole, on the pole
Shining in the club, neon gold, neon gold
They call me "Firecracker" and alcohol's a factor
I drop it like it's hot, baby bold, baby bold
A little bit of fun for your soul, for your soul
They call me "Firecracker", 'cause ain't nobody faster
I'm your go-go dancer, midnight answer
Jukebox sweetheart, queen of the night
Vegas baby, if you pay me
Anything you like, anything you like
Go-go dancer, midnight answer
Jukebox sweetheart, Queen of the night
Vegas baby, if you pay me
Anything you like
Go-go-g-go-go dancer tonight
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I have just had the most extreme down horrendous thought and I'm begging I know ballet Konig isn't huge but God damn it's Christmas season and the fucking tights on some of those men. The sheer size of that man's cock bulge would ruin my day in the best of ways fuck.
Christ he has a nice ass too. Those tights just hug and lift everything so spectacularly. His ass looks juicey and his cock is strapped down with a dance belt. Always a fun day trying on costumes and being reminded again just how big König is. Really big. Really deliciously big.
Your mouth waters every time you look at him. Thick powerful thighs on display, his muscles flexing under the tights with each movement. He makes it look easy even when it's anything but. You just want to-
"You're staring again liebling," König hums, fixing the cuff on his shirt. You think the loose fitting bodice ripper style is good for him, good for a beast that once was a prince.
"Am I?" You really have nothing to say to that, no way to defend yourself. You're staring, you've been caught, you can only hope he's flattered. He only hums again, a small smile breaking his otherwise impassive response. Flattered then.
If there were less people around he'd have you on your knees. Hell, König is debating it even with the costumers around. He's sure they'd get the idea as quickly as he could sit down and spread his legs. You'd just jump at the chance to be tween them, greedy little thing. Beg for the chance to press your lips to his lap and feel for his cock under his tights. He hopes you'd get bolder once the watchers left, that you'd lave your tongue against the stiffening outline of his cock and look up at him with those pretty eyes that seem to question how he can make you into this. Filthy little thing.
You'd look so sweet trying to press close without crushing your tutu. All made up and nowhere to go but under him.
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how many tasteless sacrilegious dolores dei-themed stripteases and burlesque shows do you think have been performed in elysium. blonde wigs and all white dresses and golden wreathes and all that. no bra obviously. spotlight shining right on the titties to mimic a lung glow effect. dolores dei drag queen performances lipsyncing to vesper-messinian chants
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