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[peopleofbroadway]

All To Myself

By now I don’t think I need to warn y’all that there is smut below the cut- BUT just in case anyone is new here: SMUT BELOW THE CUT! 

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[peopleofbroadway]

the day after ~ aaron tveit

word count: 1505

request?: yes!

“Aaron Tveit smut?”

“Can I get Aaron Tveit smut?”

description: after a night of rough sex, he decides to make her feel good before he has to go to work

pairing: aaron tveit x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral f receiving, mentions of sex from the night before)

masterlist (one, two)

You woke up to the sound of someone shuffling around your room. You rolled over - although your aching body protested against this action - to find the space in bed next to you was empty. You opened your eyes and found that the source of the noise was your boyfriend, Aaron, attempting to silently get ready for work. When he heard the bed make a subtle noise, he turned to see you looking up at him and smiled.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t, don’t worry. Do you have to go already?”

Aaron nodded, a solemn look on his face. You pouted at him, which made him chuckle. “I know babe. I’d much rather spend the day in bed with you.”

“Not like I can really go anywhere after last night,” you muttered. You meant for it to be a comment to yourself, but when you saw the cocky smirk on Aaron’s face as he pulled his shirt over his head, you couldn’t help but feel a tingling sensation between your still sore legs.

“I really did a number on you, huh?” he said. You nodded. “Mind if I inspect the damages?”

You opened your mouth to question what he meant, but he moved before you could answer. He slowly pulled the blankets from under your chin, pulling it down just enough to expose your still naked breasts. In almost a perfect line from your jaw down your chest and over your breasts was a trail of hickies that Aaron had left. To say he had attacked your neck with kissing and sucking would’ve been an understatement. It was like he was making it his life mission to make you as his, while also railing you till you couldn’t walk the next day.

He smiled at his work as he ran a finger gently over the hickies. You shivered, feeling goosebumps rising where he had touched.

“You’re gonna have trouble covering those,” he commented.

“Who says I want to cover them?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He smirked as his hand trailed to your breast. He flicked one of your nipples with his finger, causing you to gasp. He seemed to like the response and began to play with your breasts, cupping them in both hands and kneading at them, occasionally pinching or flicking your nipples. You started to moan, your throat burning and feeling scratchy from the screaming the night before.

Aaron took one hand from your breast and used it to pull the blankets the rest of the way down. You were laid on your back and still completely naked, your legs slightly apart to give him a good view between your legs. Your pussy was still pink from the excessive abuse it got the night before, a fact Aaron looked at with pride.

“Maybe I should just call in sick today,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind spending the day like this with you.”

His hand started to trail towards your swollen clit. While you would normally encourage this, you pushed it away before he reached there.

“I don’t think I could physically handle you having the day off today,” you told him. “I’m still sore from last night, I think you’d break me if you tried to have sex with me today.”

Aaron’s smile dropped and he looked genuinely concerned. “Is it really that bad? I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t mean to go that hard last night.”

Trying to conceal your wince, you sat up so that you could reach Aaron’s level. You cupped his face and kissed him lightly, looking into his eyes. “Don’t actually worry about it, love. I’m okay, just a little sore. It happens! I’m not upset about it, and I’m not actually hurt. If anything, I would love to re-create the actions of last night when I’m no longer sore.”

He smirked and kissed you again. You felt his hands on your ass, giving it a squeeze for just a second, before they ran up your back. Gently, he lowered you down onto the bed again. He took your legs and positioned you in such a way that they were hanging off of the bed. He hovered over you for a moment, kissing all over your face before moving to kneel in front of you.

“Well, even so, I’d like to help you feel better,” he said. “If this hurts too much just tell me to stop.”

Before you could ask anything else, you felt his tongue against your clit. You gasped and moaned, arching your back involuntarily as he started with long strokes. A tingling sensation went through your entire body as you tried to grab for whatever was within reach. One hand gripped at the sheets beneath you as the other found its way to Aaron’s hair. You tightened your grip, holding him against you as you did so. He must’ve liked that, because he moaned against you, the vibrations radiating through your body.

The aching feeling you had felt since you woke up started to dull a bit. It was replaced with the cool feeling of Aaron’s tongue against you, a well needed cool down, as well as immense pleasure. Of course, being a singer, Aaron was particularly skilled with his tongue.

You felt the tip of it poking at your entrance as his strokes became quicker and shorter. Every time he teased you like this, your body twitched with pleasure. You wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of you, although you knew you should take some time to rest after the night the two of you had just shared.

You looked down to watch Aaron concentrating on his work. His hair was falling in front of his eyes, creating a sort of barrier between the two of you. You let go of the back of his head to run your hand through his hair, pushing it back so you could see him. He looked up at you, the breathtaking blue eyes capturing you the moment they locked on you. Despite his mouth not being visible, you could see the smile in his eyes as he looked at you. You tried to smile back through the whimpers that were escaping your lips.

“Oh,” you breathed, feeling his tongue teasing your entrance again. “Oh fuck, Aaron, that feels so good.”

He hummed in response, a new kind of pleasure building in your body.

Usually, you could take foreplay for such a long time without the fear of finishing. You loved when Aaron prepared you like this, and you loved to prepare him in return. But you were so lost in lust that you could feel the familiar pressure building within you. Your legs started to tense as you draped one of them over Aaron’s shoulder, trying to keep him as close as he could be.

“F-Fuck,” you moaned. “God, Aaron, I think I’m g-gonna c-cum!”

He pulled away from you just long enough to tell you, “Cum in my mouth baby” before pressing his tongue as far into your entrance as he could. His dirty words were enough to drive you over the edge and you threw your head back, screaming his name and tightly holding his hair as you moaned in pure ecstasy.

He continued to lick around for a while, lapping up your juices as you came down from your high. You were having a hard time trying to focus your eyes. When Aaron pulled away, you whimpered at the loss of contact.

You looked up at him through the fog of lust that clouded your vision. Seeing his mouth and chin slick with you was enough to turn you on again. You’d be ready for a morning quickie, if only the aching feeling between your legs hadn’t been trying to make a reappearance.

You sat up and pulled Aaron close by the loops of his belt. You started to fiddle with the button on his jeans, attempting to open it but struggling with your post-orgasm brain. Aaron chuckled and took hold of your hands, pulling them away.

“I have to go to work,” he told you.

“But don’t you want me to do the same to you?” you asked, furrowing your brows together in confusion.

Aaron smiled and cupped your chin. He kissed you lightly and passionately, the taste of you still lingering on his lips.

“I just wanted to make you feel better,” he said, “and I think I’ve successfully done that. If you’re not as sore when I’m finished, though, we can gladly do a second round of last night.”

You smiled back at him. “Oh, I think I’ll definitely feel better for that.”

Aaron kissed you again before getting his things together to leave. You laid back down on the bed, laying in a way that showed Aaron everything he was going to miss. He let his eyes linger over you for a moment, cursing under his breath before finally walking out the door.

[peopleofbroadway]

thinking out loud

aaron tveit x reader

brown sugar cinnamon pop-tarts, a handsome stranger, and a show about a con man...

So honey now, take me into your loving arms

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Place your head on my beating heart

I'm thinking out loud

Maybe we found love right where we are

2009– Seattle, Washington

Y/N stifled a yawn, staring at the vending machine with a blank expression. Her neck hurt, her back hurt, her legs hurt. She could not wait to go to her hotel room upstairs and take a shower.

She was dressed to the nines in her rehearsal wear: a baggy NYU sweatshirt, leggings, and Nikes, her hair messily pulled out of her face, though a few flyaways were stuck to her forehead. Y/N was in the beginnings of rehearsals for her first off-broadway show, and if this one went well she’d make her Broadway debut.

Y/N found the packet of brown sugar cinnamon pop-tarts she wanted, clicking the F9 keys and waiting patiently for her pastries to dispense.

But much to her anguish, they remained caught on the metal contraption rather than falling.

The girl let out a loud groan, smacking her forehead tiredly against the glass of the vending machine.

“Uhm, are you okay?”

Y/N’s eyes opened wide, the girl immediately straightening and turning towards the stranger, before being transfixed for a few seconds.

The stranger was an incrediblely handsome man, probably around her age, with brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Y/N regained her sense, plastering a tired smile on her face and nodding way too enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah. I’m great. Wonderful, really.”

“Okay...?” The man laughed slightly, gesturing to the vending machine. “Then why are you giving yourself a concussion on a hotel vending machine?”

Y/N sighed. “It’s been a long day. And my pop-tart won’t dispense. First world issues.”

The man nodded in understanding, before his face contorted into confusion watching Y/N pull another couple dollar bills out of her wallet. “What are you doing?”

“Paying an exorbitant fee for pop-tarts.” Y/N frowned.

“No, no, no, that’s not what you do.” The man shook his head, walking up next to Y/N and putting his hands on either side of the vending machine. “I used to do this in college a lot.”

Before Y/N could say anything the man violently shook the machine, her mouth dropping in surprise before widening into a smile as her pop-tarts and a generous few other packaged snacks fell down.

The two dove down to collect them in their arms, looking up to hear a “HEY!” as a consierge leaned over their desk, shouting at them.

“Run!” Y/N hissed, the two scrambling up and running out of the lobby with the snacks, all the way to an elevator where the man repeatedly hit the close door button, the two laughing hysterically as Y/N shouted out a string of “Go, go, go!”

The doors shut, the two bursting out into a new wave of laughing, Y/N looking up at the man. “That was insane.”

The man shook his head, grinning. “I’m gonna hear about that tomorrow for sure.”

Y/N nudged him with her elbow. “Nah, don’t worry I’ll vouch for ya.”

The man smiled down at her. “What’s your name?” Y/N tilted her head to the side. “Don’t worry, I won’t frame you for Hostess theft.”

She giggled, shaking her head. “Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Aaron.” He introduced himself.

“A pleasure, Aaron.” Y/N returned.

The elevator doors opened, Aaron sighing. “This is my floor...” he looked at the empty hallway before turning to Y/N, gesturing at the abundance of snacks in their hands. “... and I can’t eat all of this alone.”

Y/N smiled rolling her eyes. “I guess I could spare some time for a Twix bar.”

Two hours later and Y/N had never felt more wide awake, the two sitting and chatting with each other as they finished off their treats.

“So you’re from New York?” Aaron asked, nodding to the sweatshirt that hung on Y/N’s frame.

“Yup,” she responded, popping the p. “NYU Dance major, class of ‘05.”

Aaron sat up a bit. “You graduated? That’s awesome.”

Y/N nodded with a smile. “Yeah. It was hard, but sooo worth it. I joined the Rockettes my last two years of school so things were tight.”

The man’s jaw dropped. “You’re a Radio City Rockette? What are you doing in Seattle?”

“Was.” she corrected, popping another Skittle in her mouth. “I didn’t audition because I auditioned for an off-broadway show and got in as a dancer. That’s why I’m here.”

“Wait, are you in Catch Me If You Can?” Aaron asked incredulously.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Yeah, actually, I am. Why? Wait how do you—“

Aaron pointed at himself. “Frank Abagnale Jr.”

She froze for a minute before her eyes widened, Y/N leaning over. “No shit! Oh my god! So you’re...”

He laughed and nodded. “Aaron Tveit, yeah.”

Y/N leaned back and rested her head against the wall. “Well, okay then. Anything else I should know?”

“Uhhh... I can clap with one hand?”

“What the fuck, show me right now.”

—

The next morning, Y/N walked into the rehearsal space, grinning from ear to ear as the events of last night played out in her head.

She threw her bag down onto the floor reaching down to pull her LaDucas and an empty water bottle out of her duffle. When Y/N straightened up, she turned to see a hand held out to her, presenting a package of brown sugar cinnamon pop-tarts.

Y/N looked up and smiled brightly at Aaron, who stood sheepishly, holding out the pop-tarts. “This was your favorite flavor, right?”

“We’ve known each other for less than 24 hours and you already know me so well.” Y/N mused, graciously taking the pop-tart.

“What can I say, minor theft brings people together.” Aaron responded, Y/N letting out a burst of laughter, shaking her head.

“You are too much, Tveit.” She said, turning to sit and strap on her LaDucas.

“I think I’m just enough.” Aaron shot back, walking backwards as he retreated back to where Norbert and Kerry stood.

Y/N shook her head with a smile. “Yeah, just enough.”

He pumped his fist, before throwing her another grin and jogging back over to the main cast. Y/N finished strapping her shoes on with a chuckle.

“Okay everybody!” Jerry shouted. “Let’s go from the top of the show!”

—

Y/N and Aaron jogged down the streets of Seattle together, the girl stopping and leaning against a storefront, fanning herself with a random tourism pamphlet. “God, it’s hot.”

“It doesn’t feel as bad as NYC, though!” Aaron tried to uplift.

“It’s hot as balls.” Y/N whined, Aaron laughing at her antics.

He linked his arm around hers, pulling her into a little cafe (with air conditioning), Y/N sighing in relief. Aaron shook his head with a smile, going to the counter and ordering two iced americanos. Y/N walked up next to him and reached for her bag.

Aaron stopped her. “I’ve got it.”

“No, let me. You buy me pop-tarts every morning, that’s not a cheap endeavor.” Y/N reasoned.

“It’s one coffee.” Aaron teased back, sliding his card before she could protest.

“Thanks.” Y/N responded genuinely.

Aaron wrapped his arm around her shoulder dramatically. “Anything to rescue my girl from the summer heat.”

Y/N’s heart beat a little faster, but she ignored it as she ducked out of his arm. “Ew, you’re gross and sweaty.”

“What, so are you!”

Y/N turned and smacked Aaron in the chest, the man laughing as she went to gather their drinks, the two finding a seat.

“I can’t believe we open in a week.” Y/N wondered, stirring her straw in her drink.

“It always feels surreal. Especially the first time you open a new show.” Aaron agreed.

Y/N smiled. “Yeah.” She took a long sip of her americano, sitting back. “And if we go to broadway... damn.”

“Back to the city, eating, sleeping, and breathing the show.” Aaron added, Y/N laughing a bit.

Y/N raised her drink. “To con men.”

Aaron shook his head, clinking his drink with hers.

“To con men.”

—

The whole cast bowed, the audience roaring with applause. Y/N looked to her left, Aaron making eye contact with her and flashing her that handsome smile. She rolled her eyes, waving as the cast walked off stage.

Later that night Y/N stood out on the empty stage. The theatre was lit only by a couple ghost lights, the dimly lit area clenching at her heart.

“Came to bid your farewells?”

Y/N smiled softly, turning to see Aaron walk onstage with his hands in his pockets. “Yeah.”

He nodded, coming to stand beside her as they looked out at the empty velvet seats.

“I don’t want it to be over.” Y/N spoke, her voice barely a whisper.

“Me neither.” Aaron sighed, turning to look at the girl.

Y/N turned and looked up at him, giving him a sad smile. “When we get back to the city, you’ll call me, right?”

“Of course.” He reassured.

“And when you go back to Next to Normal, I’ll be in the front row.” Y/N promised.

“And when you perform with the Rockettes this winter I’ll be at Radio City Hall.” Aaron smiled.

Y/N nodded, turning to look back at the theatre. “And with that,” she shouted out with her arms flung out and open wide, “I bid you adieu!”

Aaron watched her, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as she bowed to the empty theater, her arms out, before returning to her standing position. She let her arms drop to her sides, nodding in finality. Y/N turned and smiled at him, Aaron was left breathless.

The ghost lights’ illumination cast perfectly on her face, accentuating every feature. Aaron couldn’t help but stare, because he was looking at the most beautiful girl in the whole world.

Y/N sighed, clicking her tongue. “We should probably go before stage management throws us out.”

Suddenly Aaron burst forwards, in three long strides he approached Y/N, resting both hands on each side of her face as he kissed her, the girl making a noise of surprise before melting into him. She pushed her lips back onto his, reaching a hand up to run through his hair before resting it on the nape of his neck.

The two pulled away gasping for air, their eyes meeting. It felt like electricity was zapping through both of them, Y/N smiling. “When we get back to New York, ask me on a date. I’ll say yes.”

“And when you say yes,” Aaron whispered. “I’ll take you out on the best date of your life.”

“One without vending machine theft?”

Aaron chuckled, leaning in. “One without minor felonies, yes.” He brought her into another kiss, Y/N smiling against his lips.

“Hey!” One of the stage managers shouted. “No sex on my stage!”

“Shit!” Y/N gasped, the two quickly pulling away from each other. “Sorry, Mike, we’re on our way out!”

Aaron laughed, Y/N shaking her head in amusement. “Okay. See you on Broadway, Mr. Tveit.”

“See you on Broadway, Miss L/N.” He said.

Y/N stepped away, licking her lips and picking up her bag off the floor. She stepped backwards, smiling at Aaron who stood on the stage watching her every move.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

a/n: so the next couple of aaron blurbs are gonna have two things in common: 1) always involve an ed sheeran song bc i’m unoriginal and 2) all kinda revolve around each other, like these aren’t standard part 1, part 2, etc. but the storylines definitely intertwine somewhat? idk if that makes sense. anyways, i’m a slut for cmiyc so here’s this!

EDIT: Happy Birthday to (1) man!

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Not Yet

A/N: Y’all. Here it is. I hope you like it. This story has been a labor of…something, mostly love. It’s been with me for over a year, all while I’ve gone through some pretty difficult personal things. Some days I didn’t think I’d write again. Some moments I’d get so carried away with the story, I thought it’d be done so quickly. But life just is, and I guess it needed to show up in its own time… So here y’all have it! Thank y'all for sticking with me. I’m very thrilled to have all of your support.

Mostly smut below the cut, with a plot, of sorts, and some angst. Blink and you’ll miss a “Daddy” reference, but you can ignore it if that isn’t your thing. SNOB = Saturday Night On Broadway- when cast/crew get together for some drinks after the performance of a live production to celebrate the weekend. 18+ please and thanks. Leave me some love and let me know what you think! It really helps me figure out what to do moving forward. 

Last and most certainly not least, to M. I cannot thank you enough. Your words of encouragement have meant so much to me. You have been my biggest cheerleader and number one supporter in all of this, and I am so grateful for you and our friendship. This story wouldn’t be finished without you. This one is for you, sweets. 

Enjoy! xoxo 

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perfect

aaron tveit x reader

...a rare quiet evening, a sink full of dishes, & ed sheeran...

The sound of the clatter of dishes sounded from the kitchen as a feminine voice hummed along to a song, swaying her hips slightly to the music as she rinsed plates and deposited them into the dishwasher.

It had been a rare quiet night, no shows or obligations, just an evening reserved for a home cooked meal and a couple glasses of wine. Y/N L/N still took occasional sips from her glass as she continued her washing. Life was ever so hectic, and she relished in the moments of quiet, the calm of the torrential storm actors and actresses experienced.

A warm pair of hands traced down her forearms, a smile gracing Y/N’s lips as the hands retracted, strong arms wrapping her in an embrace from the back. Y/N turned her head slightly to the side and looked up. Her Y/E/C eyes met baby blue, the plate in her hands discarded into the sink.

Aaron Tveit smiled down at her, pecking her lips lightly and began to sway with Y/N, his arms still trapped around her. He rested his chin on her shoulder, Y/N resting the side of her head against his. Aaron’s wavy locks tickled her face, the woman snorting in laughter. “You need a hair cut.”

He laughed as well, adjusting so his chin now rested on top of her head. “I know. Just haven’t had time.”

Y/N hummed in response, reaching over and turning off the water, wiping her wet hands on a dishcloth, and ducked out of Aaron’s embrace much to his dismay and protest. Y/N giggled, reaching for his hand and intertwining her fingers with his as she pulled him close. “Dance with me?”

“It’d be my pleasure.” He smiled, placing a hand on her lower back as she reached up and swung her other arm over his shoulder, laying her head against his chest. They raised their intertwined hands up with elbows bent.

The two began to sway, Y/N closing her eyes as she listened to the rhythmic sound of Aaron’s heartbeat, the two slowly waltzing in circles. She buried her face in his soft tee shirt, before breaking the silence.

“When we first met you couldn’t dance for shit.” Y/N commented.

“Hey, now,” Aaron countered. “I wasn’t that bad.”

“Boy, you had no rhythm. It was painful.”

Aaron suddenly removed his hand from Y/N’s lower waist, the woman shrieking in joy and surprise as he spun her around, the two then resuming their sway. “Take another dig at my dancing skills, I dare you.”

Y/N laughed, Aaron smiling. The beginning chords of “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran began echoing through the kitchen, as if the atmosphere couldn’t be more romantic.

Aaron groaned. “Oh, that’s ironic.”

“Really?” Y/N asked, looking up at him with a soft smile. “I don’t think so. I think it’s perfect.”

“Ha, ha.” Aaron teased. “So full of jokes tonight, aren’t you?”

“I mean it.” Y/N smiled, before stepping back and spinning Aaron, the man laughing and obliging as he twirled.

They swayed again as the first verse came in. Aaron leaned in, his breath tickling Y/N’s ear as he softly sang the words with his ever-so-exquisite voice.

“I found a love for me

darling just dive right in, and follow my lead

well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

I never knew you were the someone waiting for me,”

He gently sang the song into Y/N’s ear, the woman relishing every word and every movement. Just her, the love of her life, and the music. It really was just perfect.

It made her think of their first date, dancing wildly in the New York City rain, just two youths laughing and falling so desperately in love. Sure, they both had killer colds as a repercussion, but Y/N and Aaron couldn’t care less.

Y/N’s eyes watered a bit thinking of those times. They were so long ago, but so close to her heart. And as she danced in the arms of her lover, everything just felt right. Y/N L/N was so in love with Aaron Tveit.

“Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

barefoot on the grass, we're listenin' to our favorite song

I have faith in what I see

now I know I have met an angel in person

and she looks perfect

no, I don't deserve this

you look perfect tonight”

Aaron took her hand and swung her around, dipping her down as the final violin melody played, Y/N’s eyes meeting his once more. She reached her hand down to rest her palm on Aaron’s cheek, lightly tracing it with her thumb.

“I love you.” Y/N breathed out.

He smiled back, “I love you more.”

They closed the distance between themselves, their lips locking into a passionate kiss, each second both craving more. After many seconds, their lips parted, the two heaving for air. Aaron pulled her back up to a standing position, Y/N resting her hands lightly on his chest.

“I love you the most.”

Aaron smirked.

“I will love you until my dying day...” he softly sung, tucking a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear.

“...come what may.” Y/N whispered out, the two reaching down and gripping each other’s hands. “So cheesy, Mr. Tveit.”

“You make me cheesy.” Aaron retorted.

Y/N smiled, stepping closer and kissing his cheek. She pulled away, pulling his hand up, which was locked with hers, and giving it a chaste kiss. “Thank you for the dance.”

A/N: I’ve really been bit by the Aaron Tveit bug in the past year, so I’ll probably be posting a few little short blurbs like this one. But don’t worry! Your reguarly scheduled Marvel/Star Wars content will be back shortly!

I wrote this like two weeks ago and have had it sitting, so enjoy this cute lil blurb ^3^

[peopleofbroadway]

Hello. I don't know if you're still taking requests but is it possible for you to write an Aaron Tveit x fem reader fic? With prompts "You're not fine. And you don't have to pretend that you are with me." and "You're safe with me, you know that right?". Maybe it could be like after a show they meet their fans but when they go back home he notices she's not okay. Like some creepy dude scared her or something.

In honor of the news about Aaron leaving the cast of Moulin Rouge in May, we're going with some angst! Aaron Tveit x Female!Reader Prompts: "You're not fine. And you don't have to pretend that you are with me." and "You're safe with me, you know that right?" Warnings: Bit of angst! brief mentions of a previous stalker. Not a warning but we have some comforting Aaron. Bit of fluff towards the end.

Exiting through the stage doors from the Al Hirschfeld Theatre and into the bitter cold air of New York, you and Aaron were greeted with a wall of screaming fans as they waited for their favorites to come out for autographs. It was always a fun experience meeting all of the dedicated people who stuck around after the show. You felt Aaron's hand leave the small of your back as you both approached the barricade to sign the playbills. Picking at random, you approached the first person your eyes landed on, a young girl probably no older than 14 standing there with her book and pen extended out to you. "Hello," you smiled, signing the booklet for her. "Oh my gosh, hi!" she gushed. "I really enjoyed your performance tonight, you're my favorite Christine." A rose tint appeared on her cheeks, taking back the pen you borrowed. "Thank you, that means a lot to me. How many times have you seen the show?" "Tonight was my third time, I just love it so much!" She beamed. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your face when you heard her answer, "Three times, really?" The young girl nodded enthusiastically. "That's fantastic! Thank you so much for coming again!" You gave her an appreciative smile before moving on down the line, talking to other fans and signing things for them. Aaron wasn't too far off from you doing the same. As you went further down the line, your gaze landed on a familiar face that made you freeze. A tall man blended in with the group of people, his face in the clearing. Hs brown eyes peering back at you as a slimy smirk appeared on his face. It had been a couple years since you had dealt with this man, you thought you had taken care of it, but he was there. The noise around you seemed to mute as you two locked eyes, a bizarre feeling as you were taken from your surroundings. It was only when you felt Aaron's hand on your back that you came back, startling slightly when you heard his voice. "You ready to go?" "What?" You looked up at him briefly before turning your attention back to where you were looking, but the face you saw had disappeared. Looking frantically into the crowd, you couldn't find him anymore. Your chest tightened and you could feel your heartbeat racing as the panic set in. "I asked if you were ready. Is everything ok?" You were beginning to second guess yourself. Maybe you just imagined him. It had been two years, though, you didn't understand why suddenly you would be seeing his face. After everything felt like it was finally back to normal. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go." You lingered a moment before following Aaron to the car. The ride home had been quiet as you were buried in your thoughts. You bit at the skin on your thumb and kept your gaze out the window, Aaron looking over at you every now and then trying to figure out what was bothering you. You were in such a good mood all day, the show went great, you were having fun interacting with the fans outside, and then suddenly you had gotten so quiet. When you arrived back at his apartment, you went straight to the bedroom and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. It was a dark time for you two year ago, and it was unsettling how quickly your sense of security could be stripped away. It didn't make sense how a person could be so inclined to take that away from you. It was unfair. You washed your face of the make-up and gently dried it with a towel, a light knock on the door catching your attention. "Honey? Are you ok?" After setting the damp towel down on the sink, you turned to open the door, Aaron standing on the other side, his brows knitted together in concern. Putting on a faux smile, you nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I just suddenly got really tired." You walked past him to your dresser and pulled out some PJ's to change into. Aaron paced around the room as he watched you move about. "You're not fine. And you don't have to pretend that you are with me." You looked at him then and collapsed onto the bed, letting the fabric in your hands and let out a sigh. He walked over and sat

down next to you, placing his hand over yours. It wasn't difficult to think back on everything that had happened. You were fortunate that it wasn't any worse than what it was, but that didn't make it any less stressful or traumatizing. "A couple years ago I had a situation with a stalker. It was this older man named Ernie who would always show up at my shows, and I first I thought it was kind of endearing, you know? I thought he was just a very enthusiastic fan or something, but gradually it started to escalate. "He would send me letters and flowers to my dressing room, which seemed harmless at first, but his letters started to get weird. It was just rambling and him confessing his love to me and all this stuff that made me feel very uncomfortable. So I put a stop to it and made it so he couldn't send me anything, but somehow he found out where I lived and he would put letters in my mail box and things in front of my door," you paused a moment, clearing your throat as it was beginning to feel really dry. "I called the police and reported him but there wasn't anything they could really do because they didn't see it as threatening. They said that if it continued or he made any physical contact then we could set up a restraining order. His letters stopped for a couple months, but then they started up again, and after a few more of those, he broke into my apartment while I was there and was saying all this stuff about how much he loved me and more ramblings. "I called the cops and he was arrested, we did the whole trial thing and I thought he had been committed to some facility because he was having some kind of break or something and I hadn't had any problems with him since then. But tonight... I thought I saw him tonight in the crowed when we were signing autographs, but I don't know if I actually saw him or if my mind is playing tricks on me because it seemed like he disappeared or.. I don't know." Aaron sat there speechless before pulling you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping tightly around you as his palm ran soothing circles on your back. "I'm so sorry," he struggled to find the words. The thought of what you had gone through tugged aggressively at his heart, wishing there was something he could say that would alleviate all of your fear and anxiety. "The worst part is that lingering feeling of dread. It took me so long to feel like I had my life back. That I didn't have to look over my shoulder every time I went anywhere, to finally be able to sleep peacefully through the night without fearing he would break into my house. And then for those feelings to rush back in a blink of an eye because I thought I saw him? I don't want to give someone that much control over me. I don't want him to have that kind of grasp." He pulled away from you momentarily, "You're safe with me. You know that, right?" You nodded gently, "I do know that." "I would never let anything bad happen to you. That guy isn't going to come near you again, we'll make sure of it. Okay?" He swiped his left thumb slowly across your cheek, clearing the tear that escaped down your face. "Ok," you nodded again, leaning your head against his chest as you wrapped your arms around each other tightly again. Since you met Aaron, you had never felt safer. He gave you a sense of security that you had never felt before, wrapping you up in a warm cocoon. "Thank you," you whispered, nestling your head into his neck. "Of course. I love you." He placed a kiss to the top of your head and held you there until you were relaxed and feeling more at ease. "You getting hungry or anything? We could make some dinner and catch up on our show?" You pulled away slowly and nodded your head. "That sounds great. I'm actually starving," You smiled, the first genuine one since you've been home.

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Commission for Lilli✨💖

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Does anyone notice that Willemijn Verkaik is like the perfect Elphaba?

(And not by voice, because that’s debatable, even though she slays!)

She looks like her, fits the description of both the book:

And the iconic 1939 film:

Though both are described as ugly, just skip that one because Willemijn is fucking beautiful. They’re also described as tall, skinny, with a pointed nose, and obviously green skin. And OH look!: 

She’s got it all, tall…ish, thin face and physique, her bone structure is on point, and she looks lovely in green.   

She’s also a wonderful actress, she can pull off menacing and intimidating.

Completely awkward AF.

And adorable, just look at her!  LOOK AT HER!

Are we agreed?

She is Elphaba. So what I’m getting at is, Willemijn should play Elphaba in the 2019 Wicked movie

Fuck, look at her! 

Some gifs & photos credited to: @pontmerciii  @the-impala-at-avengers-hq  @aqueenofisolation​  @wicked1280px  @heaven-by-the-sea   

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When you suddenly realize you’re sexually attracted to women

bonus:

“oh well”

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Idina saying goodbye to Kristin during their last performance together

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we been knew these two ladies were head over heels and knee deep gay for each other and this is really just the cherry on top…it really is 20gayteen

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An important message from our favorite witches ♥

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Celebrating 15 Years on Broadway | WICKED the Musical

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Me, after noticing that both their hair are no longer braided: what does it mean, what does it all mean

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just two friends. two good friends. two best friends 💘

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please give me more dom jack kelly smut in the newsies era i beg of thee

a/n: ooooh boy, I can do this. Let’s get steamy, my dudes. I made it a female reader, hope that’s okay.

Jack woke to the sunlight streaming through the white lace curtains that covered his apartment window. He squinted at the brightness of the early morning, winter sun. The weight on his arm made him turn his head; and there you were, his favourite part of waking up each day. You were cuddled against his strong arm, your hand was laced with his and your head was rested on the white pillow next to him. 

He had met you a year before the Newsies strike, he had fallen in love with you soon after and the two of you had been together ever since. Five years later, the two of you were married and happily lived in a small apartment a few blocks down the street from the lodging house. Jack still worked for The World, though he had been promoted when Katherine took over running the company. You worked as a secretary for a business man that ran an alcohol monopoly. The job paid well and you always had the weekends off, which meant that you and Jack could spend that time together.

You moved closer to Jack, breaking him out of his thoughts. He watched as your eyes slowly blinked open, a large smile broke on your face when you saw your husband looking at you. You never would get used to seeing Jack in your view every morning, everyday was just another reminder of how beautiful he was and how lucky you were. 

“Good morning, Jacky,” your voice was quiet and scratchy causing Jack to grin wide at you.

“Good morning, sugar,” the playfulness in his voice made you raise an eyebrow, “what a beautiful view to start my weekend.”

You had almost forgot that it was the weekend, your week was so jam packed with work the past week that the days seemed to blend into one. The look in Jack’s eyes sent a warm feeling through your body, this was the best way to start your weekend. Jack leaned down to place a kiss on your soft lips, slowly the sweet kiss grew hotter. A soft moan escaped your lips when Jack began to trail kisses down to your neck, he stopped above your sweet spot and bit at it gently.

“Don’t you dare leave a mark, my love,” you scolded him playfully. You didn’t mind him leaving a mark but your boss would find it unprofessional. After what happened last time Jack left a hickey on you, you didn’t want to have to deal with that again.

“No promises, babe,” Jack smirked into your neck. He slowly moved his way down to the top of your nightdress, his hand skimmed up the inside of your thigh causing you to shudder out a breath.

“Jack, please,” you whimpered, brushing your hand along his jaw allowing him to look up at you. He took in your needy looking face, the pride of making you beg for him made him smirk at you.

“Earn it,” the statement made you gasp. His hands left your body and he sat back on his knees at the end of the bed. You sat up against the headboard to look at your husband. His smirk drove you insane, and that damn look in his eye was going to be the death of you. Jack pulled off the shirt he was wearing, throwing it haphazardly to the floor. You bit your lip as you take in his body, your eyes scanned down to the tent that had grown in his pants and a tingle spread down to your core.

“Well, come over here and do something,” he spoke huskily. You gulped and slowly crawled your way toward Jack. 

“What do you want me to do?” you timidly asked, looking up at him.

“I think you’s missing something there, sweetheart.”

“What do you want me to do,” you blinked innocently at Jack, “sir?”

Jack gulped heavily at the name that sounded so perfect from your mouth before composing himself when he remembered what he was doing. He pressed a hot kiss too your lips causing you to softly moan into his mouth

“You know what you have to do, babydoll,” his tone was domineering, you bit your lip again. Moving forward you pressed your body to his, one of your hands moved down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. He let out a shuddered breath and you smirked at him. Jack’s eyes steeled over with a look that you could only describe as pure lust.

“No teasing, baby. If you tease, I do nothing to you, got it?” 

“Yes, sir,” the heat running through your body was indescribable. Your body felt like it was on fire, it wasn’t something you’d felt for the last few weeks and go, did you need Jack. His dominant nature used to come out more often when the two of you were younger, but as you got older sex got more mellow, not bad, just slowly and softer. This kind of sex was something you’d been wanting for ages and now that it was within your grasp, you didn’t want to ruin it.

Your hand slipped down below the waistband of Jack’s pants and you gasped at the feeling of his length in your hand. A low groan escaped Jack’s mouth when your cold hands wrapped around him and pumped once, slowly, to test the waters.

“Did I say to stop?” Jack’s voice was soft but demanding, motivating you to continue. Your hand pumped his length under the cover of his pants, Jack leaving hickeys on your shoulder all the while. 

Eventually you pulled your hand from Jack and slowly peppered kisses down his chest. You reached his waistband, carefully you pulled his pants to his knees, he moved to aid you in this. His cock sprung free and you almost moaned at the sight of him, his hand gripped your jaw gently and pushed your head to look at him. 

“What are you waiting for, sugar.” 

The comment spurred you on. You placed a small kiss to the top of his length, he gripped your hair and let out a small moan, the sound sent heat to your core. You licked a strip up his length, taking him into your mouth immediately after. The movement caused Jack’s hips to move forward, his length moving further down your throat. Jack used his hand that was nestled into your hair to move your head forward and back. His moans and grunts filled the room as you continued your ministrations.

“Fuck, baby. You take me so well,” you moaned at his words. The reaction cause Jack to let out a loud moan as the vibrations ran through his body, “I don’t want to finish now. That’s enough for now, sugar.”

You ignored his words and kept going, using your hand to rub the excess of his shaft that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. His hand gripped your hair tighter as he reached his climax. With a loud groan, he released into your mouth, the hot fluid filling your mouth. You pulled away, wiping your mouth as you moved. Jack pushed you backwards to lay on the bed and menacingly crawled over you, lust expelled from his whole being, you shivered with anticipation.

“You disobeyed me. I’ll have to punish you for that, sugar,” he pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Your hands moved to his hair to pull him closer as his hand skimmed up your leg and under your nightdress. Jack’s fingers ran along the edge of your underwear making you quiver at the feeling you’d waited for. Before his hand reached to where you wanted it he pulled away. You whined at the loss of contact and opened your eyes to see a smirking Jack.

“Please, boss. Do something,” you knew the nickname would get to him, his eyes flickered but he steeled himself to tell you your punishment.

“You’re not allowed to make a noise,” you opened your mouth to protest but were cut off, “uh-uh, you disobeyed my orders, princess. You know the rules, no noise or you don’t get to finish. Do you understand?”

“Yes, boss,” you whispered.

“Good girl.”

Jack’s head moved out of your field of vision as he dipped to kiss along the inside of your thighs. You held your breath when his mouth reached closer to your aching core. His hand moved to pull your underwear down and you whimpered at the cool air hit your heat. A sharp nip on your thigh made you yelp and Jack looked at you from where he was situated between your legs.

“No noise, sugar. You’ve been told. God, you’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”

He moved back to your aching core and licked a strip from bottom to top. You grasped at the sheets of your bed and bit your lip in an attempt to prevent yourself from moaning. He sucked on your clit, pushing one finger into your entrance. The sensation made your hips buck, Jack used his free arm to hold down your hips and continued to finger you, pushing another finger into you. You writhed under his experienced mouth and hands, successfully holding back the moans you wished to release.

Jack inched you closer to your climax but just as you reached the point before you broke, he stopped. Your eyes snapped open, looking down to see Jack licking his lips, you raised an eyebrow instead of making a noise. You knew that if you said anything that would be the end of all of this, so you kept quiet.

“You’ve done so well, princess,” his hands slipped up your waist to pull off your nightdress. 

He groaned at the sight of you exposed for him, you could’ve done the same as you took in his naked body but composed yourself. His mouth latched onto your nipple, his other hand pinching at the opposite, sensitive bud. He moved to leave hickeys all over your chest, each one making you bite your lip harder. You pulled Jack’s head up to meet your mouth and you kissed him with so much passion that it caused him to grip your hip, hard. You bucked your hips up to him, hoping that it would send your message clearly without you having to say anything.

“Are you ready, sugar? I need you to tell me.”

“Please, Jacky,” you whimpered out, “please, fuck me.”

“Good girl, I want to hear you now. You’ve done a good job staying quiet, but now be a doll and let me hear you scream.”

Jack carefully lined himself up with your entrance and pushed slowly into you. Both of you let out moans as he bottomed out. You bit gently at Jack’s neck, spurring him on after he got caught in the feeling of you around him. His hips pulled back slowly then slammed into you with a newfound force. You moaned loudly as he pushed you closer and closer to your edge.

“Fuck, Jack!” you nearly screamed as you came around him. He didn’t stop, however. He continued his fast pace, leaving no time for you to prepare yourself for another orgasm. 

“Fuck, baby. I’m close but I need you to hold on a bit more.”

“J-jack, I don’t know if I-,” you were cut off by your own moan when Jack pulled your leg around his waist, the new angle allowing him to reach deeper. His free hand began to circle you clit, the pleasure was overwhelming and you almost didn’t hear what Jack said because of it.

“Come on, baby,” he kissed you hard, “cum for me.”

With one last snap of his hips, you came around Jack, you released a scream of his name, causing Jack to break too. He moaned as he burst, his seed filling you. The two of you rode out your highs, slowly moving together and softly whispering sweet nothings to each other.

“(y/n), I love you so much,” Jack kissed you softly, a smile breaking out on his face.

“I love you too, Jack,” you returned the smile and kissed his nose. 

Yikes, I hope this is good. I don’t know, but yeah. Thanks for the request and I hope you like it!

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WWI: Newsies Headcanons

A/N: so some of these will end happily, others won’t and it will get very angsty and sad at some points

also note that these headcanons will be a series so for now I shall start with Jack

Tags: @chfangirl

Jack Kelly:

so Jack was drafted to join the army

the day he received the letter, he immediately told you what happened

you guys had been together for 3 years

Jack was planning to propose soon

except now he couldn’t because he be over in Liverpool

he was stationed in Liverpool, England

the night before he leaves he takes you out on the town for a really nice date

he also pours his heart out to you

one point in that last evening together he said “i love you with all my heart and i want you to know, if something happens to me, live your life to the fullest without me. Because you deserve to be married to a good fella who will always treat you like a princess. But you have to promise me that you’ll remember that you was my girl first”

Both of you would be crying at that point

“And you have to promise to come home”

the next day when he ships out, you cry so hard

he wrote you once a week 

but it didn’t supply for the missing person in your bed

but things start to look up, the war starts to come to an end

except government officials show up at your door

they tell you that Jack is MIA after a bombing tour

it destroys you

Jack is out somewhere in Europe alone and it terrifies you

yet, after 3 long months your love comes home a proposes to you