Imagines of Demi and you :)

Demi Lovato imagines (3.0) here! © 2020 Erika Smith (jawdroppingluke) All Rights Reserved

The titles says it all. Some imagines will be gxg and some g!p I hope you enjoy this and please go and check out my other books, thanks :) All Rights Reserved to rideonlmj

These are being made because through out the day my mind runs wild and comes up with little story lines, there's not enough to make one story so why not make tiny ones. Anyways enjoy these one shots. (PS. most likely with just be the y/n thing) {may include smut} [possibly triggering for some, precede at your own risk]

Random lesbian imagines that include Y/N and Demi :) -Updates whenever I want to - *Requests are always open via PM* All imagines are written by myself: britswriting! * * * * |C - Clean |D - Dirty (smut) |T - Triggaring * * * * Started: april 6th Published: april 10th Finished: * * * * Rankings: #655 - #random - may 11th, 2018 #952 - #random - May 11th, 2018 #361 - #shortstory - May 15th, 2018 #16 - #Imagine - May 20th 2018 #25 - #imagine - may 31st 2018 #35 - #Imagine - june 2 2018

I'm Sam, a normal teenage girl. My teacher is miss Lovato. She's different, not like all other teachers.

Max is in her last year of highschool but for gym class there's a new teacher, Miss Lovato is her name. Max is the class clown and that's how she likes it, but the gym teacher doesn't think Max is too funny. One day when gym class is going on Max gets a detention that makes her behave more. But its only thanks to Miss Lovato being very strict.... [possibly triggering for some, precede at your own risk]

I know she gets the hint I'm trying to send her, when I'm fidgeting in my spot slowly moving away a tiny drop. But her arm is still firmly around my shoulder and her thighs are still very much pressed against mine on the couch. She's not budging. It's one of those things she does- not giving in to my stubbornness. She knows my fidgeting is me pretending to want her to back away and stop touching me and leave me the fuck alone. She also knows my cold personality is an act and my tough attitude is just part of the play. But I will never admit that to her. Even though I know she knows. And she knows that I know she knows, I will never actually tell her that she's right. At least, I don't think I will.

*A BDSM story* Demi is your Dom. You live to please her. Do you understand? You and Demi have a cute relationship but unbeknown to the world you also have a dirty little secret. (Slow updates)

"Come here, my little one." "Yes, Mistress." I took the chain of her collar again and tugged it. She sat up. "On all fours." She placed her hands on the ground, walking on her knees with me to a place where there was more room. I could see the wonderful wounds I had created on her back. They must've stung still. I stopped walking and tugged her collar again. She quickly sat down on her knees, still with her hands on the ground. The smile stayed on my face when I could see those drowsy eyes looking at me desperately. "Praise me." I demanded. She quickly bent to the ground. "I love you.. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. All I can think of is you, all the time. I didn't know what to do with my life until I met you, Mistress. I don't deserve you. I deserve nothing. I am nothing. You may treat me however you want. You may hurt me, just for your pleasure. You may do anything, just because you feel like it." "Go on." "...I love you. I'm obsessed with you. You're all that is on my mind. Sometimes I just want to.. look you up, just to see you. I have." "What do you mean?" "It's nothing, Mistress." I quickly pulled up her chin. "That's not what I asked." "I.. I try to see if you're home when I walk past your house." I looked shocked at her. I quickly pushed her over. "You what?! Have you never heard of privacy?" Selena let herself fall to her side, covering her head. She was genuinely scared. I clenched my fingers around the handle of the cane, but then let it slip it out of my hands. The sounds of wood crashing against a wooden floor sounded through the room. Selena startled, looking at the cane. She quickly got up on her knees again, placing her forehead on the ground. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm not doing it again, ever. You deserve privacy. You do." THIS BOOK IS MEANT FOR 18+ READERS. DO NOT REENACT OR PARTICIPATE IN THESE SORTS OF ACTIVITIES IF UNDER 18, TOO INEXPERIENCED, UNKNOWN TO THE COMMUNITY AND GENERAL RULES. (PM me if you need advice.)