dressing room light

Dream a little dream of me. 💭

Money money money•Shawn Mendes


A/N: I am a fool thinking I could write this without getting unreasonably jealous and pissed off at the cruel cruel world. Hey anon, sorry for the delay I’ve had a busy busy week and the gods were not on my side, I hope you like this and thanks for the request! 💖

Warnings: N/A

Originally posted by thugshawn

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You come out spinning, dress fluttering around your body and then you pose, one hand on your hip and the other pushed up into the air.

The dress settles around your legs and Shawn’s there, watching you with his lips between his fingers and a wondrous expression taking over his features. His eyes are wide, skin flushed and then he sits back on the dressing room sofa, hands flat on the cushion behind him and legs strewn out – long and wiry.

“Well?” You ask, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth and you gnaw on it, waiting for an answer. You flatten the dress out over your hips as he grins, nodding. “Spin for me” he states and your oblige, turning and the material flutters again, whipping around your bare thighs.

As the dress settles he says “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” and an embarrassed giggle falls out of your mouth. “Yeah?” You ask, looking down at the dress that’s tight around your waist and brushing across the floor.

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Dead Boy Walking (Ben Platt X Reader)

a/n: so this has been done a million times, but I changed it up a bit. also, listening to the music while reading makes it a lot more…. yum. It was going to be smut, but I got kinda lazy, so it’s just really sexual.

w/c: 971

Ben walked around on the stage, his skirt bouncing as he clicked in his heels. He was embarrassed by the outfit his co-workers said he had to wear, but not as embarrassed as he would be. Tonight, the cast of Dear Evan Hansen had decided to perform various songs from musicals, and on of course, you and Ben were assigned Dead Girl Walking. You were JD, and Ben was playing Veronica. You were sitting on the DEH stage bed, waiting for your cue.

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it: She says Monday, 8AM, I will be deleted. They’ll hunt me down in study hall, stuff and mount me on the wall. Thirty hours to live— How shall I spend them?” Ben sang, getting really into character. Your hands were sweaty, and you thought about the rehearsals you and Ben has shared, privately. (a/n catch my drift? ;3)

“I don’t have to stay and die like cattle,I could change my name and ride up to Seattle.. But I don’t own a motorbike. Wait—here’s an option that I like: Spend these thirty hours gettin’ freakay! Yeah!”

“I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walkin’. I’m in your yard, I’m a dead girl walkin’. Before they punch my clock, I’m snappin’ off your window lock. Got no time to knock, I’m a dead girl walking!”

“Veronica? What are you doing in my room?“ You laughed when the light on stage lit you up. You stood up from your spot on the bed, only to be pushed back down by Ben.

“Shh,” Ben hushed you. “ Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See, I decided I must ride you till I break you, ‘Cause Heather says I gots to go, you’re my last meal on death row. Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities!” Ben straddled you, snapping the white boxers you were wearing.

‘Come on! Tonight I’m yours, I’m your dead girl walkin’! Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walkin’! Let’s go, you know the drill, I’m hot and pissed and on the pill! Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!” Ben sang beautifully, ripping your tanktop off.

“And you know, you know, you know, it’s ‘cause you’re beautiful.” Ben gently caressed your face, turning red and smiling. ”You say you’re numb inside but I can’t agree. So the world’s unfair, keep it locked out there! In here it’s beautiful.. Let’s make this beautiful!”

“That works for me, oop!” You said as Ben leaned forward a aggressively made out with you. The lights were dim as Ben stuck his tongue into your mouth and pulled away towards the end of the instrumental break. Your face was red, and you were almost positive Ben had a tent in his skirt.

“Yeah! Full steam ahead! Take this dead girl walkin’-” Ben smirked at you, quickly wiping a bit of saliva off his lips.

“How’d you find my address?-” You sat up, propping yourself up with your arms.

“Let’s break the bed, Rock this dead girl walkin’!-”

“I think you tore my mattress!” You cried, trying not to laugh.

“No sleep tonight for you, better chug that Mountain Dew!” Ben thrust an empty bottle of Mt. Dew into your hand, and you pretended to chug it.

“Okay, okay!” You cried meekly, throwing the glass bottle to the side.

“Get your ass in gear, make this whole town disappear!” Ben cried, getting close up to you again.

“Okay, okay!” You smiled, getting louder and more confident.

“Slap me!” Ben faked slapped you, making you pull his hair next. “Pull my hair! Touch me, there and there and there!” For every there, Ben guided your hands all over his body. He made you squeeze his hips, rub his groin, and grope his butt. Ben ripped his button up shirt off, turning red.

“And no more talkin’-”


“Love this dead girl walkin’!” Ben had started to grind into you as you pushed up to grind into him, to the beat of the song. This was the part where you and Ben had to take a break together, usually alone in your dressing room.

Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Yeah, yeah!” You sang, biting your lip as Ben grind down onto you.

“Love this dead girl!” You and Ben sang together. You felt a heat growing in your stomach, and immediately knew your plans for after the show.

“Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Wait, wait!” You cried, your face going red once again.

“Love this dead girl!” Ben’s voice sang beautifully, only turning you on more.

“Yeah!” Ben had grinded onto you in a lusty way.

“Yeah!” Again.

“Yeah!” Again.

“Ow!” You cried, almost forgetting your line. You were about to moan out and whimper at the much needed friction.

“Yeah!” You both sang at the top of your lungs, the lights going completely dark. Ben stood up and quickly picked his clothes up, pulling you off the stage to go finish you off in the dressing room. When the lights turned on and everyone was expecting you to be there to bow together, you two were long gone.

Will sauntered onto the stage, smirking. “Well, those two are probably getting it on by now!”

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