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Nick Thornborrow on BlueSky showed some more Lucanis narrative sketches

Sketch of Teia and Viago

Portrait sketch of Lucanis

Sketch of Lucanis violently dispatching prison guards along with Spite rapidly dispatching Venatori minions in the background.

Spite conversing with Rook. Spite grins with … well… spite. And Rook looks like she's having none of it.

A hedonistic bath house. Lucanis is deep in foreground in silhouette with two sword hilts apparent in the silhouette.

Ilario being seduced by I forget her name. But the villain in Lucanis's story. The villain is in a glowing red pool and drawing Ilario towards her who sits on the edge. Lucanis spies in the foreground.

Shirtless Ilario hulked out advancing on Lucanis in the foreground with a sword. The villain is in the background towering on a miasma of blood magic.

The villain reduced to a skeletal frame begging Ilario to save her.

Ilario smoke bombing out I think. Lucanis in the foreground in command of Spite.

Rook checking in on Lucanis who is curled up on the floor. Lucanis has just had an episode with his demon, Spite. Scorch marks in the shape of wings smolder on the walls.

Lucanis holding Rook in an embrace but looking warily back at Spite's wings protruding from his own back.

Lucanis ceremonially marking a book with blood.

I honestly can’t remember what was going through my head. I drew this years ago. It’s possible I was working from an explicit description of a ritual to become a Talon, or I may have been taking creative license. Either way, it was something to do with Talon coronation.

Lucanis and Spite working together for once to defeat the villain.

Action shot of Lucanis. I don't know. Kinda scruffy.

Lucanis looming over the villain who has been thoroughly defeated.

Lucanis becoming First Talon.

Lucanis with Spite wings out kissing Rook in the rain. This sketch was meant to portray an intense moment in the midst of going into a battle we don't expect to survive.

An intimate moment between Rook and Lucanis in the hot springs at the Dellamorte Estate.

Rook (who quite famously can't swim) tumbling into the canals of Treviso in a friendly game of bumper car gondola with Lucanis.

Rook and Lucanis having a wholesome (read spicy) experience in a secluded tunnel on a gondola. Lucanis's back is to us and his shirt is half off. Rook is obscured by Lucanis but the two are kissing.

Lucanis executing an ancient God with a lyrium dagger by stabbing him in the back. The God has a skull like face and and a horned helmet. Grey fog leaves his throat as he perishes with the word "URK"

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Just saw an 'Everything I love about Veilguard' post with every character mentioned but Davrin (who was just a footnote) so I'll make my own.

Everything I love about Davrin

- the way he's like "I'm just a bodyguard" but he's full on adopted Assan and given him his last name

- they way his ears crook in slightly that gives them that shape

- his laugh

- the way he doesn't know what he's doing while trying to care for Assan but he's trying his best and his half cat half bird son is along for the ride. (Also he accepts help when offered)

- his humming; to himself, to Assan, in general

- he creates tiny little figurines and also giant wood carvings of creatures

- he's a monster hunter and takes the job very seriously (not only does he fight them but he understands them)

- when he's expressive and vulnerable (the scene after Weisshaupt shines here)

- his hunter/prey kink and the way he confidently flirts back at Rook

- his slutty little Monster Leathers armor

- his big brown eyes

- he allows himself to think about the quaint little domestic life he wants with Rook (despite the fact that he's supposed to 'keep it casual')

- he looks like the honorable stoic type but he's totally down with all the chaotic decisions Rook makes (punching the first warden)

- he's a sword and board warrior

- he shows physical affection (the hand on Rook's thigh during their first kiss, the back massage during their love scene)

- when he wears the Griffon's Tail armor

- he doesn't believe in the fade despite actually living there

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alt text for some of the rookanis-focused lucanis storyboard art shared by Nick Thornborrow on BlueSky! i think this adds some delicious context hehe

[Alt text:

Four screenshots of text

Lucanis with Spite wings out kissing Rook in the rain. This sketch was meant to portray an intense moment in the midst of going into a battle we don't expect to survive.

An intimate moment between Rook and Lucanis in the hot springs at the Dellamorte Estate.

Lucanis holding Rook in an embrace but looking warily back at Spite's wings protruding from his own back.

Rook and Lucanis having a wholesome (read spicy) experience in a secluded tunnel on a gondola. Lucanis's back is to us and his shirt is half off. Rook is obscured by Lucanis but the two are kissing.

One screenshot of storyboard pics with the text "Don't think for a second I haven't seen your fan art. 👀]

BONUS bc this one just made me laugh

[alt text: Ilario being seduced by I forget her name. But the villain in Lucanis's story. The villain is in a glowing red pool and drawing Ilario towards her who sits on the edge. Lucanis spies in the foreground.'

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A small continuation because I can't get it out of my head

"Come on Lovie, give us a kiss" Simon murmured, tapping his covered lips with his finger, balaclava still in place.

Your hands were on his shoulders, keeping you from tipping backward as your thighs strained to straddle him.

You looked over at John, sitting comfortable in his chair with his cigar and glass of whiskey on the side table.

"Can I?" You asked, getting a chuckle from both men.

"This night is about you, whatever you say goes," John said with a smirk, taking a hefty swig from his glass.

You turned back to Simon, carefully putting your hands to his mask and moving it up past his mouth.

His lips were so hot against yours, the animal like growl huffing from his nose sending a shock of pleasure down into your gut, a soft gasp escaping as you tightened around Simon's cock buried so deep inside you.

Your tongues tangled together sloppily, tasting each other so throughly as he gripped your ass and began you moving up and down, seemingly fucking himself deeper with every thrust.

"Want him to cum in that pretty cunt, sweetheart?" John asked, his gaze trained fully on you as you bounced in Simon's lap.

"Uh huh" you mumbled, barely able to form words as your orgasm licked at your spine like flames.

"Tell him that then"

"I- I want you to cum inside me S-Simon" you moaned, nails pressing into the the skin of his shoulders, his tattooed arms tightening around you.

"Don't think I could pull out if I tried" He grunted, his neck getting slick with sweat, "but I'll fill you up as many times as you want, love, you've got me all night"

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every day i look at these storyboards and every day i cry

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free-roaming demon devastates local crow population. more at six.

how seiren deals with the in-laws in the aftermath of a murder of crows

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i think the real reason Lucanis has a coffee addiction is so the animators had an excuse to show just how good they are at making characters hold cups now.

like look at that. its not floating 6 inches away from his palms. it goes up and down with his hands. he's even got one hand on the handle itself! we've come so far since the hilarious joining chalice animation in Origins and Solas's cup of misery tea that floats 4 seconds behind his arm movements

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Davrin: Sometimes people ask us how we manage Assan and Manfred so easily.

Emmrich: The answer is, we don't.

Davrin: Yesterday Assan squawked from the living room and when I got there, Manfred shot me in the throat with a Nerf gun.

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"Do you really bleed if it washes away?"

I did a little animation of Lucanis because I loved Bite Marks and I kept thinking about how he definitely fit perfectly in Katarina's place.

Our circus assassin deserved to do more acrobatics in the game!

Favorite frames for no apparent reason:

bite marks (refrence).

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John Prices wife coming to pick him up at the airport after he returns from a mission, but the car is now full of military men.

One look at the three boys, completely exhausted and pulling their phones out to book a taxi had your heart crying. Without thinking, you offered them all a lift to yours and Johns home for them to stay overnight.

So now there’s three men cramped onto your three backseats, John having the luxury of sitting in the front. Simon is on the end (still in his balaclava but luckily not the skull mask because you’d be a little creeped out seeing that every time in the rear view mirror), Johnny in the middle and then Kyle on the other end. Johnny complains for about 10 minutes that he’s squished in and has no room to move but after that he’s completely zonked out on Simons shoulder.

Your music plays quietly through the speakers and they’re happy to listen to anything that isn’t gun shots or explosions.

Once you arrive home, they all climb out the car, grabbing their bags from the boot and dumping them down in the living room.

“Place looks less lifeless than last time I was here,” comments Johnny.

“Finally got a woman’s touch to it,” adds Kyle.

You smile a little at the non-direct compliment. Price also looks around, noticing the little details that have changed or the things that have been added around his house, keeping a hand on your back. He leans down and kisses you gently, mumbling “I missed you” against your lips.

“I missed you too. But it looks like you’ve lost weight.” You glance down at his body. “I’ll fatten you up again,” you tease with a little giggle as he chuckles.

It’s around 9pm by the time you’ve cooked dinner for four people who have appetites of bears. They all look at you as if you’re an angel sent from heaven when they see the food, sitting down at the dining table silently and scoffing down the meal.

By 10pm, you go into the living room thinking they’re all watching TV but instead they’re all asleep. You grab some spare blankets from beside the sofa and cover them up except for John. You shake him awake and make him move upstairs into bed with you. There’s no way you’re letting him sleep on the sofa and not with you after weeks apart.

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Me too sweetie

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Party Banter with Rook!Blackwall

Harding: You know, for a moment back there, I thought you might actually get through to Solas.

Thom: Regret’s something we have in common. I thought… if I reached out to him, told him I understood what guilt drives you to do…

Harding: But no. ‘Do not compare your regrets with mine, Thom Rainier!’

Thom: He’s right, though. He can at least say he did his crimes trying to stop tyrants. I did mine for coin.

Harding: Uh, yeah, and then you faced up to it and decided no one else was going to get hurt for it except you. Solas is right. He’s nothing like you.

—

Lucanis: Do we have a problem, Warden Rainier?

Thom: You kill people. For gold.

Lucanis: I do. Venatori. Blood mages. The political rivals of those who hired me.

Thom: And that’s enough for you? Someone flashes a purse, and you’re ready to murder over some nobles’ spat over which of them gets the bigger fancy house?

Lucanis: Depends on the size of the purse.

—

Bellara: Um, so, about the mayor of D'Meta's Crossing? I just… do you really want someone like that? In the Wardens, I mean.

Thom: I won’t defend him. But he wouldn’t be the first Warden who let innocent people die for gold, and got another chance from the Order.

Bellara: He doesn’t deserve it. Like, really, really doesn’t deserve it.

Thom: No. Neither did I.

—

Thom: Do you ever get people trying to bribe you? To look the other way, or drop a case, or...

Neve: It's Minrathous. If I took even half the bribes I've been offered, I could buy an estate in Hightown.

Thom: It takes a special kind of strength to resist that.

—

Thom: I got a letter from Sera the other day. Don’t ask me how she got it to the Lighthouse.

Harding: ‘Friends’, I bet. And hey - she dealt with the Fade for you! So what'd she say?

Thom: Well, there was a lot of calling Solas a shite-faced arseknuckle. And then she told me not to get killed, or she’d yank my beard ‘til my head came off.

Harding: Aw.

—

Lucanis: Rainier, I do not knife civilians. Everyone I have killed has been embedded in politics. Their hands are never clean.

Thom: And you're sure you’ve never made a mistake? Never got a passer-by or a child caught in all the blades and arrows? Never gone in without knowing everything, and got someone hurt?

Lucanis: Of course not. I’m a professional.

Thom: You’re a mercenary with a cape.

—

Thom: You could’ve left Dock Town. A mage. Talented. You could’ve gone anywhere, chased a better life.

Neve: If I left, I’d be abandoning people who never got that choice. I’m good where I’m at.

Thom: I hope you know how admirable that makes you.

Neve: Not that admirable. If I got that estate in Hightown? Too far to walk to Hal’s fish stand.

Thom: (laughs) Good priorities.

—

Davrin: So, Rainier. Heard a lot of rumours about how you joined the Wardens.

Thom: (uneasy noise) You know, Warden Blackwall told me your past gets forgotten after the Joining.

Davrin: A nice ideal, but it never stands up to the gossip. But you’ve shown your worth.

Thom: Enough for me to have one of those griffons when we rescue them, d’you reckon?

Davrin: (laughs) We’ll see.

—

Thom: I knew someone like Manfred once. He was a spirit, but he sort of… grew his own body.

Emmrich: Oh! A spontaneous incarnation! Do you happen to know what kind of spirit he was?

Thom: Uh… the kind that looks like a young man, but reads minds and flits about trying to make everyone feel better about themselves?

Emmrich: Ah, Compassion! A rather more advanced emotion than Curiosity, and therefore capable of manifesting a physical body, rather than needing to adopt a vacant one.

Thom: More advanced? Right. That explains why Cole used to talk to me about living with the weight of regret, and Manfred spent ten minutes yesterday poking my face to see if my beard came off.

—

Neve: So, you know Dorian?

Thom: Does anyone who’s been in the same room as him for thirty seconds get a choice about knowing Dorian?

Neve: And didn’t always get along, I take it.

Thom: He’s… he’s not so bad. We might’ve judged each other by first impressions back when we met.

Neve: And what’s your impression now?

Blackwall: Still too fancy for his own good. But it says exactly who he is that he’s fighting against slavers and blood mages. I think I got the better deal with the darkspawn.

—

Taash: I heard the Inquisitor turned into a dragon.

Thom: No, she… didn’t. But she did get one to fight with us once.

Taash: She did? What kind? How’d she do it?

Thom: Sort of… gold? And she drank from this pool of elven magic, and… that somehow let her ask it to help us. I think.

Taash: Did she ride it into battle?

Thom: Uh… No.

Taash: Oh. I would’ve ridden it into battle.

—

Thom: Emmrich, do you know what those demons were the other day? The ones that wouldn’t leave me alone?

Emmrich: Ah. Those were manifestations of Shame. A variant of the Despair spirit.

Thom: Right. Don’t know what I expected.

Emmrich: If it’s any consolation, I find that one can tell much more about a person from the more benign spirits that gather around them. I catch glimpses of them about you often. Valour. Fortitude. Honour.

Thom: I hope to be worthy of them.

—

Thom: Lucanis, have you ever regretted any of your kills?

Lucanis: Not so far.

Thom: So this is what you’re fine with being? A man who takes nobles’ money and lives in luxury with your bloodied hands? That's the life you chose?

Lucanis: Not ‘chose’, exactly. It is what I was trained to be since my childhood.

Thom: Wait. You were – who trains a child to be an assassin?

Lucanis: You met my grandmother.

—

Davrin: You held up pretty well in the last fight, Rainier. For an old man.

Thom: Whelp like you’d better watch what he says around a senior Warden.

Davrin: Why? You’ll tell me to do the fifty press-ups that your creaky bones can’t handle?

Thom (laughs) I’ll stop letting you borrow my best chisel.

—

Bellara: Hey, um, Thom? You know that little rocking griffon you made? Could you make, I don’t know, a bigger one? Like… adult… person-sized?

Thom: (chuckles) You never have a rocking griffon growing up?

Bellara: No! They’re not a Dalish thing! Because you can’t really rock. When the aravel’s moving, I mean. So… no, it’s a dumb idea. Forget I said anything.

Thom: You want me to make it a rocking halla?

Bellara: Yes please thank you.

—

Emmrich: How far you must have travelled, with both the Inquisition and the Wardens!

Thom: I like being on the road. Keeps a man honest.

Emmrich: I rather envy your fearlessness of the wider world. It’s so recent that the end of the Circles allowed me to travel freely outside the Necropolis.

Thom: Must have been freeing. Having the whole world suddenly open to you.

Emmrich: And rather overwhelming, I must admit. When I compare myself to you – a brave Warden, combatting the Blight across all of Thedas…

Thom: Trust me: compare the two of us, and that’s the only way I’ll come out better from it.

—

Thom: We fought quite a few dragons in the Inquisition. Almost got eaten once by some pissed-off beast in the Hinterlands. Kept throwing its dragonlings at us.

Taash: Fereldan Frostbacks are crappy mothers. First sign of trouble, and it’s ‘here! Take my children!’

Thom: (laughs) The worst was the lightning-spitter off the Storm Coast. Spent twenty minutes hacking away at its scales, rest of my team unconscious on the ground.

Taash: Wait - you what? That's not how you fight dragons. You can't just stand there and hit them. That's stupid. And boring.

—

Lucanis: It’s how the Crow Houses work. Children of the House lineage are trained from our infancy.

Thom: Andraste’s fucking tits.

Lucanis: It’s necessary. If Illario and I had been coddled… Caterina pushed us hard and young, because she wanted us to survive.

Thom: I don’t… (sighs) The things people do to children.

—

Harding: I never thought to ask - how come Varric changed your nickname?

Thom: I asked him to go with something else. 'Hero'... that was a name he gave to Blackwall.

Harding: Well, he chose the right name. You know, 'cause Rooks move in straight lines. And you charge right in there, don't mess around with fancy words, just hit things til they drop. You could say you're -

Thom: Don't do it, Lace.

Harding: Straightforward.

Thom: (chuckles) You're as bad as Sera.

—

Emmrich: Master Rainier, I wanted to say – I hope you know that you’re the only person here who looks at you with any harshness.

Thom: I – (sighs) You don’t know everything about me.

Emmrich: I would never claim to. But I know that you place yourself before your allies and the defenceless without hesitation and with utter selflessness. I know you understand your Warden oath better than many of your superiors. I know that you are a good man.

Thom: … I wish I knew what it was like to be you. Seeing the good in everyone, living or dead.

Emmrich: Then I hope you’ll permit me continue to see the good in you – until you can see yourself as I do.

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I highly recommend saving the "Coffee with the Crows" quest for after you recruit everyone.*

There's extra items that Lucanis gets for Davrin, Taash and Emmrich that you would only see if you wait to do this quest.

Bones for Assan:

Spearmint for Harding:

Fish for Bellara:

Wineglasses for Emmrich:

Fruit for Neve:

Ground peppers for Taash:

You also get an extra conversation about Illario.

And a conversation with Lucanis about his expensive taste.

*This quest only remains available if you save Treviso.

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I'm okay, thanks for asking, I was just thinking about this codex entry

then got carried away about how a romanced Lucanis and Viago would meet to discuss just how many enemies Rook made the day they scrambled the Antaam's plans like an egg and the two assassin's would scheme together; how to keep Rook safe once the blight and newly-resurrected-elven-gods contract is complete (because we all know that if they're still cringing over Zevran, they're still foaming at the mouth over Rook) and they both get to the point that they're like "death, death is good" and start to plot the demise of everyone that simply looks at Rook wrong.

How Viago might start making a little more poison than he usually does. How Lucanis would be very interested in what Bellara knows about masking flavors; how he would absolutely bring Bellara to one of their meetings. And Bellara would only ask why they wanted to know once, before offering her services to them any time they needed.

Idk it's just kinda cute, makes me kick my feet a lil. Like they would murder for Rook <3

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never requested from you before, (hi!) and not sure if you’re taking requests but—if you’ve got it in ya, I think we all deserve DoFP!Logan worshipping a plus/curvy!reader for the first time. 💛🫶

Curves and Curls (Logan Howlett) nsfw

A/N: dofp!logan x plus size!reader, 21+ f!reader, curly haired!reader, flirting, one night stand, unprotected sex, doggy style

The bar is noisier than most Logan’s been to lately - a place with stained glass lamps casting a warm glow on every table and a band playing blues in the corner. He pushes past the crowded dance floor, looking for a quiet patch of bar where he can nurse a drink and ignore the swirl of neon lights. He’s gotten used to eyes flicking over him, but he’s not in the mood for idle flirtation tonight.

Or so he tells himself.

He nearly misses her at first. She’s sitting off to one side, flipping through a paperback novel that’s seen better days, her dark curls spilling around her shoulders. She isn’t throwing glances his way, and she certainly isn’t trying to catch anyone’s attention. Something about her - maybe it’s the gentle way she sips her drink, or the fact she’s absorbed in her book instead of the crowd - sparks Logan’s curiosity.

The barstool next to her squeaks as he settles in. He offers a slight nod, expecting a polite smile or maybe a flirty comment. Instead, she looks up, meeting his gaze without flinching - just a calm acknowledgment before returning to her page. Logan, accustomed to quick conversation openers, doesn’t quite know what to say. He coughs, tips his whiskey her way, and asks, “What’re you reading?”

She closes the book, revealing the worn spine and an unrecognizable title. Her lips curl into a small smile, more wry than flirtatious. “Something old,” She says. “Probably wouldn’t interest you.”

He finds himself chuckling. “Try me.” He counters. A moment later, he’s listening to her give a short, surprisingly thoughtful summary. She’s all soft curves and self-assurance, the kind of confidence that doesn’t need flashy clothes or smoky makeup. Her voice is self-possessed and smart.

Logan doesn’t realize how much time passes until the band wraps up their set. Their conversation flows - from books to half-forgotten travel stories, to the best spots to see a sunrise along the Pacific coast. They tease each other gently, her wit matching his in ways he hasn’t encountered before. There’s attraction, sure, but he can tell she’s not the type to swoon over a few growled compliments or a hint of his muscles. She’s interested in who he is beneath the rough exterior - and he’s thrown off by how much he wants to show her.

Eventually, they move outside to breathe in the cool night air. She leans against his motorcycle, fingers absentmindedly tracing the gleaming chrome. Her gaze flicks up to meet his, and something electric passes between them. Logan hesitates for the briefest second - wondering if maybe he shouldn’t push this, if maybe he’s too used to chasing physical comfort, but then her hand reaches out, touches his forearm lightly, and he’s done for.

Before he can second-guess it, they’re kissing - her softness molded against his chest, his arms tightening around her waist. Her curls tickle his face, and he’s acutely aware of every curve and contour of her body. There’s a hunger in him, but it’s more than just physical. He wants to know her thoughts, her opinions, the way she sees the world. Still, the physical pull is undeniable. She feels safe and real in a way that unravels something inside him.

When they finally break apart, both are slightly breathless. The moonlight catches her eyes, and Logan can’t tear his gaze away. He lets his fingers drift through her curls, fighting the urge to keep her close forever. Clearing his throat, he manages a half-smile. “Can I - uh - can I keep you company tonight?” It’s a question that comes out quietly, maybe more vulnerable than he intended.

She studies him for a moment, a small glimmer of amusement dancing in her expression. Then she nods, that wry smile returning to her lips. “If you promise not to snore.”

Logan laughs, a low rumble in his chest. Normally, he’d crack a joke, maybe offer a teasing comeback. But the moment is too genuine for that. Instead, he just leans in and kisses her again - slow, tender - feeling something warm kindling beneath his usual restlessness. He’s not sure where the night will lead, or if come morning he’ll be slipping away like always. But tonight, he lets that thought go, content to follow her lead and lose himself in the rare certainty that for tonight, he’s exactly where he wants to be.

The nerves had not stopped even by the time Logan kicked his bike into gear, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist as she climbed on behind him. Her warmth seeped through his leather jacket, her soft body pressing against his back in a way that made him grip the handlebars tighter than usual. He could feel her breath against his neck, light and steady, and he swore it was the first time he’d felt something close to contentment in years.

When they reached her apartment, a modest second-story walk-up tucked into a quiet side street, she climbed off first, her curls wild from the ride. She tossed him a look over her shoulder, keys jingling in her hand, and he followed her up, trying to shake the odd flutter in his chest.

The first thing he noticed when she opened the door was the smell - not bleach and cheap air freshener like the motels he knew so well, but something warm and lived-in. Coffee and vanilla, maybe, with a hint of lavender. The second thing was the cat. A fat gray tabby padded up to greet them, its tail flicking lazily as it sniffed Logan’s boots before brushing against his leg.

“Don’t mind Hercules,” She said with a small laugh. “He’s a little nosy.” Logan crouched, scratching the cat behind its ears before standing and taking in the rest of her place. Bookshelves lined the walls, overflowing with paperbacks and magazines, their spines worn from use. A coffee table was scattered with used mugs and an open notebook filled with scribbles. A crocheted blanket was draped over the back of a couch, and the whole space felt…real. Comfortable. Unlike anything Logan had been part of in years.

“Nice place.” He said gruffly, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt huge and out of place in her cozy apartment, but she only smiled as she slid her jacket off and hung it by the door.

“It’s home,” She said simply, stepping closer to him. “You want coffee, or should we skip that?”

His lips twitched into a faint smile. “I think we can skip it.”

Before he knew it, she was leading him to her couch, her fingers brushing his as she walked ahead of him. They sat, and the moment her hand found his cheek, guiding him into a kiss, he was lost. Her lips were soft and warm, and there was something unhurried about the way she kissed him, like she wasn’t in a rush to prove anything. He found himself matching her pace, savoring the feel of her, the way her curls tickled his face when she leaned in closer.

Her hands explored first, slipping under his jacket, her fingers tugging it off his shoulders before trailing over his arms. He wanted to do the same, to tug her closer and get his hands on her, but something about her made him pause. He didn’t want to rush this. Not with her. As soon as she moved to straddle his lap, her thighs pressing against his hips, all bets were off. His hands found her legs, sliding over her thick thighs and gripping them firmly as a low growl escaped him. She gasped against his mouth, and he smiled at the sound, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. “You’re somethin’ else.” He murmured against her lips, his voice rough and low.

Her laugh was breathy, her fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

By the time they made it to her bedroom, clothes were coming off piece by piece. Logan found himself taking his time, his hands roaming over her soft, ample body with a reverence he hadn’t known he was capable of. Her curves felt perfect beneath his touch, her skin warm and inviting. He cupped her face as they kissed, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks, before his hands moved lower, exploring every inch of her. He paused when they were both stripped bare, his breath ragged as he looked at her, taking her in fully for the first time. She wasn’t like the women who usually caught his eye, and that was exactly why he couldn’t get enough of her. She was real. Genuine.

“You okay?” She asked softly, her hands resting on his chest.

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah,” He said, his voice rough. “Just…damn.”

Her laughter broke the tension, and she tugged him down onto the bed with her, their bodies tangling together. For once, Logan didn’t feel the need to rush or distract himself. For once, he didn’t just want the physical connection - he wanted her.

The moment Logan sank into her, his breath hitched, and a guttural growl tore from his throat. It wasn’t just the sensation - it was her, every inch of her soft and warm, pulling him into a haze of pure, unrelenting need. His hands gripped her thighs as if to ground himself, the plushness of her skin beneath his rough palms driving him to the edge. Her body welcomed him, enveloped him, and for the first time in years, Logan wasn’t thinking about tomorrow.

She gasped softly beneath him, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. “God,” She murmured, her voice tinged with surprise, “You’re…intense.”

Logan couldn’t help the low chuckle that rumbled in his chest, leaning down to kiss her, his lips brushing over hers in a way that was both tender and desperate. “Can’t help it,” He growled against her mouth. “You feel too damn good.”

Her thighs were spread wide beneath him, and every time he pushed his aching cock deeper, the soft jiggle of her hips and belly against his pelvis sent a fresh wave of hunger coursing through him. He pressed her knees gently back toward her chest, positioning her exactly how he needed her, marveling at how easily he could maneuver her curvier frame. She was surprised, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she arched slightly beneath him. “You’re strong.” She whispered, her voice laced with wonder.

Logan grinned wolfishly, his hands gripping her legs tighter as he thrust forward, his pace steady and firm. “You’ve got no idea, honey.” He muttered, his voice gravelly with desire. She wasn’t just letting him take the lead - she was matching his rhythm, her soft moans and gasps like a melody he couldn’t get enough of. There was no pretense in her sounds, no exaggerated cries for his ego. It was real, raw, and it made him want to bury himself even deeper, to lose himself completely in her.

Her words were soft, almost whispered, but they hit him like a freight train. “You feel so good, Logan.” Her hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she moaned his name again, sending him teetering on the edge of control.

“Damn, sweetheart.” He growled, his hips slamming into hers. His focus shifted to the way her thighs cushioned every movement, the way her body quaked and rippled with every thrust. It was primal, addictive, and unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

He paused suddenly, pulling out, his chest heaving as he flipped her onto her belly with a strength and urgency that left her breathless. She let out a startled laugh, looking back over her shoulder. “What - ”

“Stay just like that.” He cut her off, his voice rough, almost desperate. His hands gripped her ample hips, kneading the soft flesh there as he positioned her, the curve of her rear tempting him to the brink of madness. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He muttered under his breath, giving her a playful slap that made her gasp and laugh again.

“Logan - ” She started, but her words melted into a soft moan as he slid back into her, the angle driving them both higher.

Her body responded to him so naturally, every gasp and whispered word pushing him closer to his breaking point. He couldn’t get enough of the way she felt beneath him, the way her plush form moved with him, for him. The soft bounce and ripple of her flesh as his hands gripped and squeezed sent a feral heat coursing through him, his growls echoing through the room.

Her moans turned breathless, her body tightening around him as she clutched the sheets beneath her. “Fuck,” She whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.

“Almost there, sweetheart.” He growled, leaning forward to press his chest against her back, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. His thrusts became erratic, his movements desperate as he chased their release.

When it finally hit, it wasn’t just the intensity of his climax - it was the way she moaned his name softly, her fingers gripping the pillow beneath her as her body trembled with her own release. It was the way she felt in his arms, real and warm, her breath ragged but steady as he pressed kisses along her shoulder, his weight resting lightly against her back.

As they lay tangled together afterward, her soft curves pressed against his side, Logan couldn’t help but brush a hand over her thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles against her skin. For the first time in years, he wasn’t thinking about leaving or moving on.

“You’re quiet.” She said softly, her voice still laced with satisfaction.

“Just…thinkin’.” He murmured, pulling her closer.

“About what?”

He paused, staring at the ceiling before looking down at her. “About how I’m supposed to leave after this.”

She gave him a small smile, her fingers brushing against his chest. “You don’t have to.”

And for the first time in longer than he could remember, Logan thought maybe - just maybe - he wouldn’t.

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