"you aren't supposed to know his name, but that's luke. he's sort of the unofficial king of this place, but i say he's just a rich asshole with something to prove." ♚ in which luke has two lives, and she finds herself hopelessly caught up in both. warnings 4 ya: -mature language -sexual content -smut -violence ©glamluke

"do i seriously have to walk to the mailbox shirtless every morning just to get your attention?" {lophie} {warning; slight smut, sexual content, you get it} ©loudluke

❝you have a pretty detailed fantasy of my boyfriends best friend banging you against the wall❞ {luke hemmings} {warnings : smut, sexual content, daddy kink}

"the way i love you is so different to the way that you love me." {warning; contains smut, sexual content, and a whole lot of innocence} ©loudluke

“why are you at the park at three in the morning?” “i could ask you the same thing, sweetheart.” all rights reserved © 2015 | awemichael {completed}

"And after all the fucking matches, broken bones, ripped punching bags and crowds yelling at me to get up... who the fuck knew that my hardest fight would be you?" • [Contains smut] ©loudluke

"I'm on vacation." "I wouldn't call climbing up from the pits of literal Hell to have sex everyday on earth a 'vacation'." Hell no longer has a ruler, but at least Los Angeles has a new playboy. LUKE HEMMINGS FANFICTION {Lophie} {Warning; this story will contain smut, an age gap, sexual content, very innocent!Sophie, etc} ©loudluke

"Welcome to the kink club. We have whips, handcuffs, chokers and belts. That's Luke, he has the daddy kink. I think he likes you, he's been staring at you all evening." {lophie} {lol there's smut in this hi} ©loudluke

"Why is green your favorite color?" "Because it's the color of your eyes." Long time best friends, Luke and Autumn, spend their first year of college living together. They would say unexpected love is the best type of love. Copyright © fluffycashton 2018. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

So I drown it out like I always do Dancing through our house with the ghost of you Warning: abuse and smut