#rofl I almost typed luberjack

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I really want to hear more about the Thirst Trap Lumberjack

Ask about the Hoard!

...no you don't 😂 TTL had the misfortune of getting plotted out in that little bit of time I had between Princess Heartmaker, getting kinda sick over winter, and the Secret Admirer prompts getting sent out. So I have it plotted out, all ready to go, and now it's put on the backburner until this year's Valentine's Epic is done. 😂

It started with this Reel. And then some spitballing with the LBSCers. And the next thing I knew, I had a five-chapter fic planned out about how Anarka owns a tree farm (*cough* Quick *cough*) and Luka had been talked into making these Lumberjack Thirst Trap vids while he was taking a break from touring (read: he was chopping wood and Dingo trolled his ass).

Cut to a year or so later, when Marinette has joined up as the stylist for the tour (*cough* Min *cough*), and tours are lonely, and she's thirsty, ok. Massively crushing on a certain someone who is absolutely off-limits until the end of the tour (who might also be massively crushing on her). Those old lumberjack vids have gone viral, but Lumber Lu doesn't look like Luke Stone, and Marinette is just...y'know. Thirsty as hell. And it's all well and good until they're heading home from the tour, they make a detour at the farm, and Marinette catches him chopping wood. And realizes she's been getting off to the guy she's been crushing on for months now. Oops.

It's just a silly little romp. And so far, apart from outlining, this is all I have for it (lemon-scented content under the cut):

“Please.  I am not interested in one night stands, and I'm not jeopardizing my job just for five seconds of relief.”

“Five…Marinette, who the hell has been satisfied to leave you after just five seconds?” he asked, his eyes going wide.  At her mortified expression, he leaned forward and laid his hand over her own, squeezing.  “No, I want names.  I have asses to go kick.”

“Th-that's not important, I meant metaphorically, I –” she stammered, but he squeezed her hand tighter to bring her focus back to him.

“Marinette, a girl like you deserves a hell of a lot longer than five seconds,” he said, and if his voice had dropped an octave lower and was maybe a bit thicker and if there was a bit of smolder in his gaze…well, she couldn't really blame him, right?

“I…I…I should go,” she squeaked out, pulling her hand from his and hurrying to stand and…flee.  She was definitely fleeing.  He sighed and dropped his head, shoving a hand into his hair as he cursed himself for coming on too strong.  Juleka had always warned him about how intense he could be.

“Dumbass,” he bit, but it didn't make what he had said any less true.  If Marinette ever decided she wanted him like that…five seconds wouldn't be enough.  Five minutes…hours, days, weeks, months, years…it would never be enough.  He would never be satisfied with her, would always want more, would…he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the mental image of Marinette spread beneath him, clinging to his sweaty back as she panted his name.  As she screamed his name as he brought her to release over and over again…but those were thoughts for Later, when the tour was done and Penny wouldn't kill him for the way he'd been thirsting after her newest hire.

…for the way she'd been thirsting after him, he thought with a smile as he thought of the video he'd caught her watching.  He wondered what she would say, if he told her…

An elevator away, climbing back up to the tenth floor and the safety of her hotel room, Marinette bit her lip as she thought of the intense look in Luka's eyes.  Of the way his voice had slid over her like honey as he promised…she tried to ignore the mental image of Luka gripping her ass, holding her hips up as he plowed into her from behind, those guttural grunts of the Lumberjack spilling from his lips as he brought her closer and closer to…

She bit down on her lip and pressed her forehead to the cool metal wall, willing those thoughts far, far away.

…at least until she was back in the safety of her room and could try to rub one out in peace.