#christian moulin rouge the musical

[comewhatmayy]

KINKTOBER DAY 20- THIGH RIDING (CHRISTIAN)

Walking into your room after work, you set your bag down.

Christian looks up from the book he's reading, a warm smile spreading across his face as he takes in the sight of you.

"Ah, my love. How was your day? You look stunning, as always." He sets the book aside and rises from the chair, walking over to you with an intent gaze, his eyes roving over your curves.

"I've missed you. Did you have a good time at work?" He takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours as he pulls you in for a gentle kiss.

“It was alright,” you say as you kiss him back softly.

Christian's eyes light up with desire as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours.

"Mmm, I can tell you're not telling me everything," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "But I'm willing to make you forget all about it."

He nips at your earlobe, his hands sliding down to your hips, pulling you closer to him. "I've been thinking about you all day, about how much I want to touch you, to feel your skin against mine."

His fingers dig gently into your hips, his thumbs stroking the curves of your thighs.

“Forget?” you question.

Christian's eyes sparkle with mischief as he pulls back, his gaze locked on yours. "Forget everything, except for the feeling of my hands on you, of my lips on your skin, of my body inside yours."

He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want to make you feel alive, to make you scream my name, to make you beg for more."

His hands slide up your thighs, his fingers teasing the hem of your skirt. "Let me take you away from everything. Let me show you what it means to be loved by me."

“Mhm,” you sigh.

Christian's eyes gleam with excitement as he hears your sigh, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of your skirt to caress the soft skin of your thighs.

"Mhm, what is it that you want, ma belle?" He whispers, his voice a gentle breeze against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you want me to touch you here?" His fingers brush against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, sending a spark of electricity through your body.

"Or do you want me to take you right here, against the wall?" He asks, his voice low and husky, his words dripping with desire.

“I, I want to,” you sputter.

Christian's eyes burn with lust as he looks at you, his hands gripping your thighs firmly.

"Tell me, baby," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "What is it that you want?"

He pulls you closer, his hips pressing against yours, letting you feel the growing bulge in his trousers. "Do you want me to take you right here, to have you riding my thigh until you're trembling with pleasure?"

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, slowly sliding higher, teasing the sensitive skin.

Christian's eyes flash with excitement as he sees your nod, his grip on your thighs tightening.

"Ah, Y/N, you're so beautiful when you're eager for me," he whispers, his voice dripping with desire.

"Let me help you get what you want." He pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss as his hands slide up to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up to your hips.

"Ride my thigh, baby," he mutters against your lips.

"Show me how much you want me." He positions himself, his thigh spreading wide to allow you to sit down, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place.

Christian lets out a shuddered breath as you begin to grind against his thigh, your hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm.

He tightens his grip on your waist, guiding your movements as he peppers passionate kisses along your neck.

"Ah, you feel so good," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

"Don't stop, keep riding me just like that." His hands slide down to grip your backside, kneading the soft flesh as he helps you press harder against his muscular thigh.

The friction builds, sending sparks of pleasure through both of your bodies.

Christian's eyes close in ecstasy as he feels your fingertips tracing patterns in his hair, his head tilting to the side to give you better access.

He continues to guide your movements, his hands holding you in place as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

"Oh, baby, you're so close, I can feel it," he moans, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing.

"Let go, let me feel you come undone." His thigh presses harder against yours, the friction building to a crescendo as he helps you reach the peak of your pleasure.

“Christian,” you moan against his shoulder.

Christian's breath catches in his throat as he hears you moan his name, the sound igniting a wildfire of desire within him.

He pulls you even closer, his large hands cradling your hips as he grinds his thigh harder against your most sensitive spot.

"That's it, Y/N, say my name," he growls, his voice dripping with lust. "I want to hear you scream it when you come undone for me."

His lips crash against yours in a passionate, messy kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with desperate fervor as the tension builds between you.

Christian's eyes snap open, his gaze locking onto yours as he feels the gentle vibrations of your moan against his lips.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual rhythm that mirrors the motion of your hips pressed against his thigh.

"You're so close, baby," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "I can feel it, I can feel the way you're trembling with pleasure."

He pulls back, his lips skimming against your ear as he whispers a single, urgent word. "Come."

Christian's eyes widen with delight as he feels you come undone against his thigh, your soft moans sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

"That's it, baby, let go," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he holds you close, guiding you through the waves of your climax.

"You feel so good, so perfect in my arms." He presses soft, lingering kisses along your neck, his grip on your hips tightening possessively. "I want to make you feel this way forever."

Still recovering from your high, you reach up and caress his cheek. “But you didn’t… I didn’t pleasure you,”

Christian's face softens, his eyes filling with understanding and adoration as he looks at you.

"Baby, I'm not concerned with my own pleasure at the moment," he says, his voice gentle and reassuring.

"I'm more concerned with making sure you're happy, that you're feeling loved and desired." He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, sweet kiss.

"But don't worry about me, I'm fine. I want to see you happy, and if that means I don't get what I want, then so be it." He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Besides, I think I just got what I wanted. Watching you come undone, feeling your body tremble with pleasure... that's all I could ever ask for,” he motions against your cheek.

“So perfect,” you respond, grasping his hand in yours.

Christian's eyes widen with delight at your words, his heart swelling with adoration.

"Oh, you flatter me," he murmurs, leaning in to pepper your face with tender kisses. "I am far from perfect, but I strive to be the man you deserve. To make you feel cherished, adored... that is my greatest joy."

He pulls you into a warm embrace, his strong arms enveloping you as he rests his chin atop your head. "You have captured my heart, Y/N, and I am forever yours."

“And i’m yours,” you say as you kiss him softly, slowly getting onto your knees. “but for now…”

Christian's eyes sparkle with amusement and desire as he watches you move into position, his hands instinctively dropping to his belt buckle to release the catch.

"Baby, you're a tease, aren't you?" he whispers, his voice dripping with anticipation.

"But I'm more than happy to play along." He pushes off from the desk, his body unfolding as he stands up, his eyes locked on yours with a burning intensity.

"For now, indeed," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

[10yrsyart]

(alternative music only video)

"Can anything separate us from Christ's love? Does it mean He no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death? (-) No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loves us.

And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our fears about tomorrow- not even the powers of hell can separate us from God's love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below- indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord." -Romans 8:35,37-39

transcript:

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste It all revolves around you And there's no mountain too high No river too wide Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side Storm clouds may gather And stars may collide But I love you Until the end of time Come what may Come what may I will love you Until my dying day

[ashleyslorens]

TAROT CARDS ✴ MOULIN ROUGE! THE MUSICAL

[aarontveit]

RANDOM GIFS FROM MOULIN ROUGE: 15 / ∞

[tom-the-queer-artist]

aaron tveit in les mis (2012): ''who cares about your lonely soul?''

aaron tveit in moulin rouge! (2019): ''ALL you NEED is LOVE''

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

[theatre-stuff]

If I had a nickel for every time an Aaron Tveit character got really passionate about something in France I would have 2 nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[justasillylad]

babe put your clothes back on we're gonna watch aaron tveit sing el tango de roxanne on loop

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

Moulin Rouge: The Musical but it’s just Christian being a dumbass for six bisexual minutes

anyways enjoy the greatest video I’ve ever made because whoever runs mr’s social media keeps taking this video off youtube cause they can’t handle the truth

(I don’t even mind you reposting just give me credit 🥰)

[john-cardoza]

[The Duke] I think you know the way out, lad.

[8ewitched]

found this on tiktok not too long ago, saved it before it got taken down :))

(p.s this is not my vid so let me know if this is your content you want me to take down!)

[comewhatmayy]

i’m afraid i’ve just made the most gut wrenching moulin rouge edit

[faded-florals]

[ashleyslorens]

kissing vs no kissing shows

+ bonus

[justsomerandomfanfic]

A Fistful Of Romance - Christian X Female Reader

Title: A Fistful Of Romance

Christian X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Henri (Mentioned), and Le Chocolat (Mentioned)

Requested By: Anon!

WC: 1,414

Warnings: Reader's basically Satine (no hate to her, I love her), no sickness mentioned, The Duke, harassment, attempted forced kiss, Duke mentioned flirting with Reader, jealous Christian, physical violence (one punch), blood mentioned briefly, nicknames, slight angst, and fluff

The Moulin Rouge was busy, busy, busy; as it was, most of the time. You were one of the performers, the best actually. There wasn’t a whole lot that could be said about your job, but if you wanted to get paid for what you did, you had to work hard. Dancing and singing were hard to do, it was a difficult task to do night after night, with little breaks and sore feet and voices. But, after Christian came to the Moulin Rouge, your days and nights seemed to grow brighter.

He showed you that you could find love, that you were worthy of love, and that he could treat you well, with love, happiness, and respect. It was hard to say no, this offer almost seemed too good to be true, but when he swept you off into his beautiful song, you knew it must be real. He made you feel warm and happy, as though the world around you didn’t matter, as though everything that you needed was right in front of you. You and Christian were the perfect pair.

Everything was perfect…

Except, it wasn't. Nothing was perfect. Nothing was going to be perfect. The world wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. You wished it was, Christian felt the same too. You both wished that everything could be perfect. Living a different life, somewhere new and beautiful; happy and free.

But with this... This oaf, The Duke. He ruined everything. The Duke ruined every chance of anything being perfect. He ruined everything because he wanted to. Because he could. And the only way that he could was by hurting everyone who got in his way. That, or he tried to.

For you though, he didn't think he was ruining your life at all. In fact, he thought that he could make it better. He offered you hundreds of things; jewels, money, power, but not love. You knew that he could never love you. He was in love with the idea of you, your beauty. Not your talents, brains, or anything else. All he wanted was someone pretty to use and look at. And you were not leaving your Christian for that. So you turned him down. No matter what he offered, no matter how many promises he made, you would always stay faithful to your man. That's just how it was. 

And you thought that he'd give up, but he didn't. He used every chance that he could get to try and flirt with you, win you over. But it was all for nothing. You always ignored the man and walked away when things got too touchy on his part, but for Christian... Well, it was beginning to become too much to bear for him. How dare this man, Duke or not, try and win you over? Even though Christian knew that he had zero chance. How dare he? You and Christian were in love. Love! And nothing was going to break that bond. Not even a spoiled rich brat like The Duke himself. 

But your love was a secret, almost to everybody, except two people, Henri and Le Chocolat. They kept your secrets, but as Christian stood on the sidelines of the stage, watching as The Duke, once more, trying to lure you into his grasp with sparkly dresses and things; he felt his blood boil. With dark, narrowed eyes - his face hardened - as he watched. His hands curled into tight fits at his sides, his breathing becoming deep, his heart hurting. An overwhelming feeling of envy - jealousy - was slowly corrupting his soul.

He watched as you crossed your arms, turning your head away from the man as he tried so desperately to get your attention, while he gave an obnoxious laugh. You rolled your eyes, scoffed, and moved further away, but The Duke followed, taking your hand and pulling you into him. Your eyes widened as he tried to then lean in, his lips pursed in an attempt to steal your kiss... Only to have his hand snatched away by Christian. 

You sighed out a breath, relieved that he came to your aid. But right before you could thank him, your eyes met his dark ones. Those swirls of blue and hints of green stared daggers at The Duke. His face hadn't changed as his grip tightened around The Duke's wrist before he pushed the man away.

"Excuse me!" The Duke exclaimed, blinking rapidly as he staggered back, raising his hands to fix the collar of his suit. "How dare you touch me." He glared at Christian, whose eyes had remained narrow since the man's fingers touched you. 

"How dare you touch her." Christian countered, keeping his voice low yet firm.

The Duke snarled, "How dare you interrupt us! We were having a private conversation."

"Private conversation?" Christian scoffed, taking his chance to take your hand, gently pushing you behind him. "It looked like you were trying to force her to kiss you."

"That is none of your business." The Duke retorted, his teeth grinding together. "I don't know why you seem to care so much." He then huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "She's only a dancer-"

You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth, your eyes widening as you watched Christian draw back his fist and punch The Duke square in the nose. A large crack was heard as the man's nose broke, causing him to fall backward, clutching his broken nose as the blood gushed profusely. The Duke cried out in pain, cradling his broken nose as he lay there on the ground, looking up at Christian in shock. Everyone stopped their chatter and watched in horror as The Duke struggled to stand. 

Without a word, Christian took your hand and pulled you away, and you followed him, into the depths of the dark backstage. You felt almost out of breath, shocked, you never thought your Christin would punch The Duke. Leaning against the wall, you watched as Christian shut his eyes, trying to calm himself, his hand still holding yours. 

"You punched him. You... I never- I..." You stuttered out, at a loss for words as Christian looked up at you.

"I'm sorry, my love," He spoke softly, mentally tired, "I just... I wasn't thinking..."

Your heart warmed, you took his hand that was holding you with your other one, gently pulling him closer to you, your lips pressing a soft kiss to his sore knuckles. "Christian, my dearest. Thank you for that. Thank you so much." You murmured, leaning up, kissing him gently.

Christian smiled against your lips, leaning into you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "Of course, my darling. Of course. I just... I couldn't just watch as he put his hands on you. And when he spoke about you in such a way..." He paused, shaking his head before continuing, "You're not just a dancer, my love, my stars,"  He continued, his voice soft yet filled with passion, "You're my world. And I'll protect you, with all my heart." 

You sighed softly, your shoulders dropping as you stared up at him, "Oh, Christian... Thank you..." You whispered, resting your forehead against his. "You're my world as well." 

The two of you stayed there for a moment, silent. Then you began giggling quietly, and soon enough Christian joined in; your laughter was infectious. "What are you giggling about, my darling," Christian muttered, and you bit your lip as you tried to calm your laughter.

"His face..." You began, shoulders shaking up and down from your giggles, you pressed a hand to your mouth, "He looked so... Surprised."

Christian's eyes softened and his smile grew, admiring the sight of you in his arms. His hand gently caressed your cheek, his fingers brushing against your soft skin, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks. "Yes, I suppose he did." He responded, smiling slightly.

You felt him lean in, his hot breath warming your skin. When he brushed his lips against yours, you felt a shiver run through you, a warmth spread throughout your whole body. You smiled and tilted your head slightly as your lips brushed against his. You kissed softly, lightly, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the feeling of his lips on yours. You loved the sensation of his strong arms wrapped tightly around you. When you finally parted, you rested your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

And there, in his arms, you were safe.

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[lilpatison]

[Moulin Rouge 2001] art dump

(Because this movie lives rent free in my head.)