#lovcrest

[dempervypervs]

Any ideas?

So I'm in the mood to write some smut. I need some general ideas about which ship to pick and a semi plausible plot. The ships are Dilmer, Dimon, LovCrest, haylor, or tremi. Feel free to inbox me any ideas you may have.

[fencheto]

Simon and Ryan

[tasteoflovato]

actually blushing as i write this threesome with idreamtofdemi

i'm a big pussy

[tasteoflovato]

anyone but me who thinks idreamtofdemi should write a threesome between demi, simon and ryan?

[wordsofdemetria]

I'm A Mess - Lovcrest (1/?)

For my twinks dempervypervs because she always knows how to make a deal lol if you guys leave enough feedback she may continue it and write a part 2 so...:)

Parties are always a struggle for me, particularly “hollywood” parties. I have days where I step back and make sure I don’t put myself in that environment again because I know I will be triggered. But then there are days like today where I feel so strong, I’ve come so far that of course I can handle it. Other people can go to a party and be responsible so why can’t I? I won’t stay long, I just wanted to stop in and support Ryan on his birthday.

I guess something that I haven’t quite grasped yet is that I’m not like other people. I can’t go and place myself in triggering environments because I feel like I’ve been sober long enough to handle it. I guess I forget that I can be triggered and come crashing down fast no matter how far into recovery I am. But of course stupid me doesn’t think of this until I am in the middle of a crowded party having a fucking anxiety attack.

“Demi! I’m so glad to see you, I wasn’t sure you were going to make it!” Ryan grins so wide and warmly like he always does and pulls me into a hug. And I mean a real hug, not one of those quick tap acquaintance hugs. I feel myself begin to relax a little bit, enough to muster up a smile and greet him.

“Happy birthday! Thank you for inviting me!” The happiness fades on his face once he pulls back and sees me.

“Hey, you okay? You’re looking a little pale.” His hazel eyes were filled with worry as I sat there fidgeting.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay, just tired.” I lie but I can’t hide my shaking hands and my sudden shortness of breath as the anxiety pushed at me more. He just furrowed his eyebrows and took my hand immediately, placing his other on my back as he led me through his huge mansion of a house. A part of me felt relieved that I was in Ryan’s hands, I felt safe with him and I trusted him to take care of me. But on the other hand I felt embarrassment because it was as though he was taking care of a kid and deep down I never wanted him to see me as a kid. I’ve always had a crush on Ryan, but I would hate for it to be some schoolgirl crush. I want him to want me. He finally led me to what I presume to be his bedroom, quite a ways away from the party outside; I felt a twinge of guilt taking him away from his own party like this.

“Just sit here, or lay down if you need to, and I’ll get you some water okay?” I nod as I sit on top of his bed. Wow I thought if Ryan were to ever have me on his bed it would be to do something much sexier than this. God, I’m such a mess.

“I-I’m sorry. It’s your birthday, you should be out there having fun. I’ll be okay.” I say as he grabs a water out of the mini-fridge sitting in his room.

“Don’t be silly, I needed a break from it all anyways.” He smiles as I take the water out of his hand before sitting next to me on the bed. God, he is so sweet. Why do I have to be so lame right now? “So talk to me, what’s going on?”

“Just a little bit of anxiety…parties are a little hard for me.” I watch Ryan sit in thought for a few seconds before it finally clicks in his head. As strange as it sounds, I smile. Ever since I came out of rehab a few years ago, people are always looking at me with this look that tells me they already know my story. There is always concern in their eyes, there is always this fear of saying something wrong around me, there is always that struggle to treat me normal. But with Ryan it hasn’t. Aside from some interviews on his radio show, every conversation I’ve had with him has been nothing but normal. He doesn’t see me as the girl who threw up, cut herself and went to rehab, he sees me as Demi with all that shit as a part of any baggage anyone carries. That’s what makes me so comfortable with him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think of that…” He rubs a hand over his face and now I feel bad for making him feel bad. I scoot over closer to him and rub a hand on his back.

“No, no. It’s not even your fault, don’t worry about it. I should know my limits by now. I just overestimated my strength I guess.” He turns to me and rests a hand on my thigh and I sucked in a breath at his touch, at his hand resting on my bare skin right below the hem of my dress.

“You’re the strongest woman I know, you could never overestimate something such a thing.” Woman. He called me a woman, not a girl. Oh my god, keep it together Demi.

“You’re the sweetest man I know. Thank you.” There was a split second where I thought he would kiss me right then and there. I didn’t miss his eyes glancing at my lips. Instead he removes his hand leans away a bit.

“So, where’s Wilmer? My sources show you have been cozy lately…” He wiggles his eyebrows as he turns into radio Ryan all of a sudden and I can’t help but laugh at him.

“Your sources? Really? I’m sorry I didn’t realize we were on the radio right now.” I chuckled.

“Okay, okay fine. Just between the two of us I am very curious to know how your love life is going.” He laughs along with me as he throws his hands up in defeat playfully.

“Well…if you must know.” I roll my eyes at him. “Wilmer and I decided that we work better as friends.”

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that.” He says sincerely.

“It’s okay.” I give him a sad smile. Wilmer really is just my best friend and I’m okay with that but of course a part of my wished he was the one so I could just settle already. “What about Julianne? I haven’t seen her around yet…"

“Oh yeah…we called it quits a couple months ago.”

“I’m sorry, Ry…you’re amazing and you’re going to find somebody just as amazing for you.” Without thinking about it, I place my hand over his on my leg and something just clicked. It is like when you try to put two magnets together, there is that tension that wants to pull them together…the anticipation. Then finally you reach that point where it just falls together perfectly and clicks.

That is what this moment is, before I knew it our lips became the magnets and snapped together with this undeniable force but it wasn’t aggressive, it was sweet and sensual. It was only natural that my back finally hit the bed and his hand made its way up my dress.

[hakingafa]

Where can I see 'I'm a slave for you'?

Here:

Slave 4 U Master Post

Part.1

Part.2

Part.3

Part.4

[hakingafa]

Could you show me all your chapters to hush hush please?

Okay Here it go 

Hush Hush Master Post:

Prologue

Part.1

Part.2

Part.3

Part.4

Part.5

Part.6

Part.7

Part.8

Part.9

Part.10

Part.11

[hakingafa]

Hush Hush (11/15)

Just want to take a moment to thank everyone who asked for this story, I took a long time (4 months) but you guys still asked for it, so I sat down and wrote it, finally I guess, hope you guys still enjoy it after the following part. You lovcrest bitches, rule this shit,  <3 <3 <3

Ryan POV

“Ryan isn’t Demi too young for you?” a paparazzi asked as I got inside of a building for some meetings. Two days after Demi told Ellen and the whole world about our secret relationship, I lost any opportunity to spent time alone, or I was working at something or I was being hunt by paparazzi. It isn’t that I don’t enjoy talk to Demi whenever we want, or hangout outside our little apartment, but we weren’t people favorite couple in the moment, she doesn’t say but I have made my research and I found that her fans are completely mad about it. They’re mad with the fact that she didn’t told them, the fact I’m older than her, the fact that anybody had a clue about it, not even weird rumors or people spotting us. My family was okay with the whole Demi idea, except my sister, who got seriously pissed with the fact that she had to find out that her brother was dating a girl younger than her by the news. And there is the gold question: ‘isn’t she too young?’ or ‘aren’t you bit too old for someone of her age?’ of course these are the good ones, there a people calling me old dirt asshole even pedophile.

I signed as I sat in my desk; I definitely wasn’t thinking that things were going to be that hard when I started to date her. It was almost innocent when we started to make out at desert roads in each other cars. Or when we decided that cars were uncomfortable and found a cute apartment in downtown, I needed a relationship that wouldn’t give me headache about what should I say when people asked me about her in public, or that people would invent a thousand stories about my relationship, saying that everything we say, tweet, do is indirect towards each other. Demi hated this kinda stuff and so did I.

I took a look at my watch, 10 minutes until a bunch of boring people get in my office and start to talk about things that we all already talked at some point, why not take a small nap? Power nap as Demi calls, she said she needed those a few times along the years, I closed my eyes and was almost asleep when someone put its hands on top of my eyes “Guess who?” I didn’t need too much to know that it was Demi, since her hands are always filled with rings and her voice is like angels singing, except when she is sick “Julianne, what a good surprise I could say” I say and received a hard slap in the shoulders “Ouch” I said out loud and she slapped me again “Moron, I think I’ll just leave you here and tell Julianne that you’re all hers” she said and started to move as going to leave my room “Sorry babe, what are you doing here?” I said and she turned on her hills and opened her arms asking for a hug, that I didn’t take look to give “I was bored and my mom was giving me a hard time for being sick again and I knew you’d be here” she took a quickly peck from my lips

“Still sick? Maybe you should go to my place tonight, I could give you a massage and cook for you” I suggested and glanced at my wall clock, 4 minutes “Yeah, I could use it, but I’m feeling better right now” I nodded “but you were feeling better last night as well, let me take care of my girl tonight” I say and give her a quick kiss “Who? Julianne?” I denied with my head “Nah, she is too boring to do something like that, she’d probably ask for someone else cook” we laughed “her lost, I won’t pass it” she said before closing the gap between our lips “good” I answered against her lips “Sorry, Mr. Seacrest, but the people for the meeting are outside, what should I do?” I took a deep breath “just let them in. I see you in three hours babe, gonna get you at your place” I said and she adjusted my tie “I’ll be ready” she said and gave me a so called peck. Now I just need to deal with a three hours meeting and I’d be free to be with my lady. Jeez, life is good.