Lucas Hemmings


I think we’re all Becky

muke is everything

Lucas seems like such a pleasant sleeper: with his cheesy light hair ruffled and the early morning sun rays setting light on his back. You’d turn around and completely examine him and smile. His short snores showed that he was sleeping comfortably and those pale red prints on his back showed exactly how rough he could be in bed, when he wasn’t asleep. You’d lay your hand on his back, slowly tracing the marks, but when he turned around and smiled at you, you couldn’t help but blush. “Don’t blush,” He whispered as he pulled you closer to him, “Waking up to you is probably the best thing that happens to me every day.” 

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Cheating Pt. 1 || Luke Hemmings


You were calmly in your apartment, browsing your social medias on your laptop. You didn’t want to be on necessarily, but you wanted to pass time since you were expecting a call from Luke. He promised to call you at 8 p.m. your time and it was 7:51. Just 9 more minutes, you thought with a wide smile. To just hear Lukes voice gave you butterflies. But your eye spotted something worth reading. 

“’Luke Hemmings is a Cheater?’” You spoke out loud, clicking at the link that many fans kept sending you on all your social medias. Clicking on the link, you found yourself on an unknown Twitter account owned by a girl. But it was specifically a tweet on her accountant that took your breath away. 

A picture of the girl, covering her body with bed sheets, with Luke, also naked, on the bed behind her.  

You were shaking, reading all these sympathetic tweets being sent to you by fans. There were also a few people happy that this is spiting you. Pushing away the laptop, you stood up from the couch and instantly crashed onto the ground. Tears were running out your eyes uncontrollably, causing rapid sniffles and your face to go scarlet. Your heart was crinkling up, its love for this boy oozing and seeping out. At the same time, it was breaking, the entirety of you, physically and mentally, was feeling numb. All your sniffling was eventually transformed into shock. That’s when your phone began to ring. Grabbing it from the table, you saw that it was Luke, with his contact name full of heart emojis. You scoffed and picked up.

“Leave me alone, Luke,” you said immediately. sitting up from the floor to talk properly. Luke was taken aback by your attitude, but understood why. He saw the photo and immediately wanted to talk to you to try and fix it. He needed to, because he needs you more than anything in this world, this lifetime. 

“No, (Y/N), please, you have to listen to me!” Luke blurted out quickly. You couldn’t help but cry even more because you loved his voice and his accent so much. Fuck, you really couldn’t handle the pain right now. Especially when you love everything about him, even during this bad time. “That girl means nothing to me! I was drunk and we picked her up from a bar and she was drunk, too, and it was just… a complete blur.”

“Luke, you promised you wouldn’t drink so much on tour, your liver… nevermind,” you cut yourself off. You didn’t want to show him how much you cared. You wanted to show off the anger you have right now for what he did to you. “You cheated on me, Luke. We just… we’re over, I’m sorry.”

“No!” Luke said sharply on the line. He couldn’t lose her, he really couldn’t. “I just… I know I fucked up and that’s hard to recover from, but (Y/N), I don’t love her. Like, at all. I love you and only you and it’ll always be you.” More tears were rolling down your cheeks. You couldn’t stop shaking, too. And Luke had to listen to you hurt, giving the both of you pain. You for showing vulnerability, and him for causing you this pain. 

“Luke, I can’t do this right now,” you forced out through the tears and your now croaky voice. You needed some time to cry and pick yourself up. Just like you did before you met Luke. Pick up your pieces on your own. “Have a good life, Luke. Goodbye.”

And with that, you hung up before Luke can even say another word.

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Part 2 Part 3


Prince!Luke 4

Title: Avoidance

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Warning: Smut-ish (Only in the beginning. If you don’t want to read it, skip over the bold/italics)

Additional Comments: This came really quickly because I was really into writing this weekend. Either way, I’m trying a different point of view. I don’t know how this will work, so just bare with me. Also idk if I wrote the smut part the right way but I sure hope so (let me know if it wasn’t good and I’ll work on it)

Additional Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Luke POV

I never intended it to happen but she just stood there with her perfect smile, gazing at me. And I gazed back, as if she was my whole world. How could you expect me not to ask when I knew she was my everything?

The sound of crickets echoed around us as we stood together, trying to take in everything all at once.

Her lips molded against mine and she hung onto my face, our lips keeping us afloat. She rubbed her hands along the side of my face and I could tell she loved the way my stubble felt on her skin. 

She bit my lip lightly as she stroked my jaw and I moaned softly, yet I didn't pull her into me as I had so desperately wanted. I let her guide, afraid that I would lose her if I tried to dominate. I felt like I was melting under her touch, and I didn't care who she was in that instant. It only mattered the way her delicate lips felt against mine.

My hands went to her waist and I pulled her lightly towards my body. She didn't shy away, instead she deepened the kiss. I knew then my life was over. She had such a pull on me that even her hands caressing my jaw made me want to scream. 

Her hands moved from my stubble to my neck and instead of pulling away like I should have, I found myself pulling her closer, trying to fuse us into one being. Her lips went from my face to beneath my earlobe. 

My breath caught in my throat as she kissed me softly and I backed us up towards a tree. Her lips clasped against my skin and as she sucked ever so gently, I felt my hand tighten against her waist. When she nibbled at my neck, my hands went from over her shirt to rubbing the sides of her bare skin.

I knew that if anyone were to catch us, we would be tried for treason but that didn’t seem to effect me as much as it should have. So instead of pulling us apart, I encourage us with my hands finding themselves just a little too close to her breasts.

She moaned the moment my fingertips made contact with her and I could feel my back tighten against the tree. I began to massage her in my hands and she stopped kissing my neck and laid her head on my shoulder. She whimpered quietly as I grabbed tightly at them, squeezing hard enough to make her moan and then all of a sudden I was the one being pleasured. 

She took my hands from under her shirt and put them behind my back. I ignored the fact that I could have easily moved them when Y/n let her hands trail down my stomach on the outside of my shirt. Her lips were on my neck again and she sucked my skin as her hands went past the waistband of my pants and onto the outside of my underwear.

I could feel her hand over me and she gave me a small kiss. She then moved her head and started kissing my right side, as her right hand rubbed at the stubble and her left was underneath the fabric of my pants. 

The combination of her rubbing my stubble and palming me from the outside of my underwear caused my to whimper. 

I could feel her smile into my neck and then in the next moment, her finger nails were dragging themselves over my jaw and she squeezed me in her hand quickly and forcefully. My back arched against the trunk of the tree and I moaned her name loudly.

“Do you like that Luke?” She asked still holding me in her hands.

I nodded briefly, melting into her touch and then I felt her release me.

I gazed down in to her y/color/eyes and she smirked up at me, her newly found confidence made me whimper again, my eyes closing. “Do you?” She spoke softly.

“Yes,” I moaned desperately.

I opened my eyes to the sun shining in my room and my hand on the outside of my underwear.

I looked around, searching for the dark forest, searching for Y/n. But she was no where, as it was my room and no trees grew there. I sighed, unhappily, yearning to have Y/n’s touch again.

I took my hand off of myself and stared. I regretted distancing myself last night. She must think I don’t like her. She must think I’m a creep for following her into the wood. She must think a lot of things, and none of them good.

There was a knock on the door and a yell from Gwen, my maid.

“Prince. You need to get up. The King and Queen wish to know if you are coming to breakfast.”

I groaned. If I went then I would have to see Y/n. And I wasn’t looking forward to explaining anything to anyone especially in front of my parents.

“Gwen,” I said speaking softly but loud enough to be heard through the door, “I don’t feel so good. Do you think you can bring me up some toast?”

I knew she would get worried, “Are you alright? Do you want me to call the physician?”

“No, I’ll manage. I think I just need a day’s rest.”

I assume she left to get me breakfast and so I sighed once more, not for the last time, and daydreamed about Y/n beside me.

That was how I spent my week. I would dream of Y/n, not always so physically, usually doing everyday things except with me. And then I would find excuses to stay in my room, under my covers and away from Jack and Y/n. I learned a great deal about governing from the books in my room.

Around the 4th day, there was a knock on my door.

“I’m really not feeling well Gwen. Do you think you could get me some coffee.” 

There was silence and so I returned to my book about battle tactics. I didn’t even glance up when the door opened.

It was silent, and I continued to read, “2 splashes of cream and 4 spoons of sugar.”

It was silent, and I stretched out my hand, waiting for the cup to be placed in my hand. At the first sound of the spoon hitting the cup I smelled roses and vanilla overpower the smell of coffee. I closed my eyes knowing well who stood beside me. 

I had been smelling her scent every time I dreamed. Every daydream I had was of her. Every touch I yearned for belonged to her. I had been seeing her eyes every time I closed mine. And I knew when I opened them, she would be standing right beside my holding my coffee like I had once dreamt.

I opened them slowly and set my book down.

Y/n stood there, a sweet smile on her face as she held my coffee.

“Good morning Princess.”

“Good morning my love,” she cooed and set the drink in my hands.

I smiled up at her and she leaned down to kiss me.

Her soft lips lifted away from mine and she gazed down, lovingly, “I wanted to see how you were feeling.”

“Better now that you’re here.”

She smiled shyly at me, which caused me to smile as well.


I looked up into her eyes and then saw her, drink-less and motioning for me to sit up. As soon as my back lost contact of my pillows, her delicate, yet powerful, hands came to fluff my pillows. I shifted myself up and then she handed my coffee.

“Good afternoon Luke.”

“Afternoon already?”

She nodded and then found a seat on my bed, beside my long legs, and I became all too aware that I was not wearing pants underneath the covers.

“I came to see how you’re doing.”

“Fine, thank you.”

She frowned at my bluntness and I sighed, not wanting to upset her, “My apologies Princess. I didn’t mean to be so rude. I am just so tired of being sick.”

Her hand rested on mine and she smiled her lovely smile again, “I told you that you can call me Y/n.”

I moved my hand away to hold my cup steady, and tried to not kill myself for making her frown, “I do not want to overstep our boundaries Princess.”

“The ‘boundaries’ between us are practically non-existent.”

I sighed, “The boundaries are very noticeable, Princess, and I can’t help but think of them each time I think of you.”

“Let’s ignore them then,” she said simple a small smiled dancing on her lips and I shifted around as I had to stop every part of me from reacting to her, “I don’t think I can. Not with you.”

She was quiet and I looked up from my coffee to see her gazing at her feet.

“My apologies Princess. I don’t mean to upset you so often, I just don’t believe that we should carry this on. For one thing, we’ve only spoken one day the entire time of your duration of your stay.”

She looked at me coldly, completely different from everything I had been imagining since I had met her, “I came to see how you were. I would have been concerned with your health regardless of our interactions.”

I could feel myself tremble softly, and I hid my guilt as I drank from my cup.

She stood up abruptly and smoothed out the skirt of her blue dress, “I’ll be taking my leave then Prince.”

I nodded and then set my cup down as she walked out.

Before she closed the door I heard the voice of my brother.

“Y/n! I need you to answer a few questions about the wedding.”

As the door shut, I was reminded of my place.

I waited for what seemed like forever, to ensure that neither Y/n nor Jack could hear. I picked up my white cup and hurled it and it’s liquid against the wall opposite of my bed. I grabbed the next closest thing, my battle tactics book, and chucked it at the white doors that confined me. I ripped the covers off my body and began to throw things about, yelling and screaming silently.

The door opened and I looked towards it, gasping for air, only to see Gwen gazing at me wildly.

“My Prince!”

I picked up the candle on the floor next to my stand and set it up the brown wood.


She still stood there, frightened, “Yes?”

“How long have these envelopes been here?” I asked, my hand clasping around a wade of cream sealed paper.

“I’ve been leaving them there every morning since you got sick. I assumed they were for your princely duties and I did not wish to exhaust you while you were ill.”

I groaned and opened one up.

“Dear Luke,
I’d like to thank you for reigniting my passion for writing …”

 “Gwen, do you mind stepping out?”

“I came to inform you that your family requests your presence at dinner tonight.”

“If I feel like going then I will,” I said coldly before Gwen shut the door and I was left alone with my letters.

“Dear Luke,
       I’d like to thank you for reigniting my passion for writing. I’ve been confined in my room as you have, only for selfish reasons. I’ve begun writing a novel of a daring young maid who saves the kingdom from its enemies. I assume it won’t be popular, however I hope that you will find an interest in it. Of course, I will let you be the first to read it once it is finished. However, you may be the only person to ever read it.
       I understand that we haven’t spoken much and I know that isn’t something that should be built off of what we have between us. So I have brought it on myself to write these letters to you. I hope that you will find time, while you are recovering, to write back. I figured I would tell you about myself and you would tell me about you.
With Love,
P.S. Thank you for everything last night.”

I let myself fall onto my messy bed and I sighed loudly. I figured that the rest of the letters contained things about herself, things that would bring us closer. And yet, I couldn’t allow myself to read them in that moment. I knew they would contain less and less as they continued. She probably assumed that I wasn’t replying for a reason. And with my comment earlier, I knew she must know that I hadn’t read them.

I glanced around the room at the mess I had made and groaned. I didn’t want to leave it for Gwen to pick up and so I set to work trying to clean as much as I could. When I was done, I sat at my desk with my back to the door. I grabbed a fresh piece of paper and began to write a response to Y/n’s first letter.

“Dear Princess,
I have just found your letters to me sitting on my stand. I regret my words. I did not mean to hurt you in any way. I hope that you will take these following letters into consideration as an apology.
I think that it is a wonderful idea to share things about ourselves. I truly look forward to learning more about you and who you are as a person.
Prince Luke
P.S. I’d like to thank you for everything that happened that night in the woods.”

And so I wrote letters in response to every single note from Y/n. I watched as my “Princess” and “Sincerely”’s subconsciously became “Y/n” and “Love”.

We shared secrets and stories and moment that we cherished. I learned about her embarrassing moments like the time she had been convinced that her father was a dragon mutant. And I learned amazing things as well. She told me about how she had been trained to fight, in secret, once she had started going out riding alone. She told me small things too, like her favorite food and color and what she dreamed about. 

But I also learned about the big things too. She elaborated her desire to pursue writing. In fact, she said that she would trade her crown in to run away with only her horse and her journal. I found everything she wrote to be captivating and amazing.

My daydreams, throughout the writing and reading, didn’t subside. Instead I found myself wishing to be beside her at night, as she rode her horse. I wanted to be there to comfort her when she felt anything but happiness. I began to imagine my daily life with Y/n. 

No longer did I pretend that we could wake up together. There was no more dreams of her doting on me. They were replaced by small actions like hugging and comforting and taking care of her. I wished only to make her happy, and I found myself wanting to do anything possible to see her smile.

It was dark outside my windows when I had finally finished. I knew I had missed dinner and it didn’t bother me at all. I hid the stack of letters in one of my drawers and locked it. I put a pair of pants on and a fresh shirt before grabbing my replies and heading out the door to deliver them to Y/n.

Part 5

Birthday Sex (Luke Hemmings Smut)

Imagine Masterlist

19. I can’t believe today was my 19th birthday, but of course I had to work. I woke up to the sweet face of my boyfriend, Luke.

“Wake up birthday girl.” He whispered sweeping his hand past my face tucking the hair behind my ear. My eyes fluttered open trying to get accustomed to the conscious state I was now in.

“Good morning baby.” I lazily said placing a small peck on his lips. I turned to look at the time and it was only 6:00am. I didn’t have to be up until 7:00 to get ready for work. “Why’d you wake me up so early?” I would have been more upset if he hadn’t been such a sweetheart about it.

“I made you the best birthday breakfast ever.” He sounded so proud that he actually cooked something without burning the house down. I smiled at his gesture and gently took his hand while we walked into the kitchen of our small apartment. He had set the table with roses in the middle and a small pink bag next to them.

“Oh my gosh Luke, they are beautiful!” I appreciated him so much. He was so good to me. I reached for the little pink bag and he quickly stopped me.

“Nope! This is part of your other present when you get home tonight.” He said seductively and it made my body shake with anticipation. I know what he has planned. I quickly ate the food he made and ran upstairs to take a shower.

“You could always join me.” I said with a wink.

”I have to save something for tonight.” He said in disappointment. I turned on my heels and continued to walk to the bathroom. After I had finished getting ready, I walked up behind Luke who was doing the dishes.

“I’ll see you after work babe.” I put a small kiss on his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled at me.


I was exhausted after a long day at the hospital. I had worked a twelve hour shift and just wanted to go to bed. I walked into the apartment to find all the lights off and about a million candles lit. Oh I forgot Luke had something planned. I walked around the entire apartment, but I couldn’t find Luke.  What the hell?  

”Luke? Babe, where are you?” I yelled. All I heard was a faint voice. Bedroom. I slowly walked toward the hallway where our bedroom was. The door was slightly cracked open, and all I could see was an outfit laid out on the foot of our bed. I pushed the door open to find a half-naked Luke sitting to the side of it.

“Well its about time.” He said with a smirk. “Let’s get you out of those nasty scrubs and into your other birthday present.” He said holding up a red lace thong and a matching bra.

“Oh. That was what was in that little pink bag?” I questioned knowing I was right. I started to slide off my pants agonizingly slowly. I turned around so my back was facing him and I bent down to grab my pants off the floor. I turned my head back to see Luke biting his lip.

“Stop teasing.” He groaned.  

“Who’s teasing?” I said playfully. He looked at me like I was insane. “Fine.” I whispered grabbing the ‘outfit’ from the bed and walking into the bathroom.

When I finally came out, Luke’s jaw dropped. I was really insecure about my body so I naturally thought I looked horrible.

“What? Do I look that bad?” I was covering my body now, and Luke walked up talking my hands in his.

“Are you kidding? You look…wow. Like WOW.” he dropped his face to mine and kissed me passionately. When he kissed me like this, my entire body froze. He tried to back up toward the bed, but I wasn’t moving so he gently put his arm under my legs and lifted me. He slowly made his way to the mattress with me in his arms. We finally broke away from the kiss and he just stared at me. “You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.” He whispered in my ear. “As much as l like you in this, I need it off.” He glanced at the underwear and started to slide it down my legs. He followed the path of the material all the way down my legs and kissed every inch of me on the way up. I reached down and tangled my hands in his hair and brought his lips back up to mine. “What do you want me to do baby?” He said while sliding the bra off my shoulders. His fingers traced down my torso only to stop inches above where I thought he was heading. He was so hot when he teased me like this.

“Luke…” I moaned his name because I knew that drove him crazy. He let out a groan and stood up to undress himself. He laid back on top of me and I could feel his member on my thigh. “I want your fingers baby, please.” Every time he trailed his hands down close to my core, I waited for him to touch me, but he didn’t. “Luke, please. I want you so bad baby, please touch me.” I was desperate for his touch now. Luke loved when I begged for him.

“As you wish, birthday girl.” He gave me a smile before sliding his fingers up and down my center. I tried to suppress my moans, but Luke encouraged me to be loud. “Say my name baby. Let everyone know who makes you feel this good.” This side of Luke didn’t come out as often during sex, but it was such a turn on for me. I wanted to be dirty for him. He slowly entered two fingers into me and I screamed out his name.

“Luke! Oh God..Mmm.” He continues to pump in and out of me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to feel him inside of me. “Luke, I need you inside me! Please baby I want you so bad!” My back was raising off the bed as he pulled his fingers away from me. He brought his face to mine and I kissed him with everything I had. I loved him so much and I wanted to show him. I took control and flipped him over so he was on his back with me straddling him. His member was standing at attention just waiting for me. I slowly slid down on him urging a deep growl from the back of Luke’s throat.

“Oh yes baby. You feel so good around me.” I could see sweat forming on his brow and his hair was sticking to it. I leaned down to kiss him, but he grabbed me and flipped us over. I let out a scream and a giggle that was met with his smile and a chuckle. He was now on top of me pushing in harder than before. He was so aggressive in bed and it literally soaked me when I thought about it. I was getting close, but I didn’t ever want this to end. I wanted to stay connected like this with him forever.

“Luke, I’m so close.” I said in a hushed tone. Luke began to slow down and push in deeper than he had before. He reached his hand in between us and began rubbing me.  That pushed me over the edge and I was a shaking and moaning mess beneath him. He let out a final grunt and finished inside me. He rolled off of me and nuzzled into my back and put his arms around my waist.

“How was that for a birthday present?” he asked with a cocky tone.

“I’d have to say it was one of your better ones.” I teased.

“Well I have one more for you.” He knew he had surprised me. I looked at him in confusion when he walked up to the dresser and pulled on some boxers and a shirt. He slipped into the hallway and took something out of the linen closet. I had pulled on my roe and was sitting at the foot of the bed when he came back in.

“Y/n, I love you so much. I want you to have the most memorable birthday with me, and if its alright with you, I would like all of your birthdays to be with me. Y/n, will you marry me?” I was absolutely speechless. He looked at me waiting for an answer, but all I could do was break down in tears and put my arms around his neck. “I’ll take that as a yes then?” he said with a chuckle.

“Yes, oh my god, a hundred times yes!” I said kissing him all over. I can’t believe this. This was absolutely the best birthday ever.