#Appreciative Inquiry

[business901-blog]

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[zevlovor]

Hi there! 🐞anon.

I’ve reached out to you previously but this ask has me a bit embarrassed. I was wondering if you were in the mood to write some Zevlor fluff (and possibly a bit more if you’re up for it 🫣) I just really am craving some soft/caring Zevlor

Don't be embarassed, sweet anon! It's about time I tried my hand at something smutty 😈

Zevlor x gn reader (you are Tav)

18+ MDNI

I went off with this one, sorry if it's too long!

Themes: sexy stuff, nudity, poor prose, awkward fluff-smut, Zevlor is a consent king

Warning: abrupt fade-to-black ending because I am blushing too much writing this.

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You were exhausted. You had just endured the worst week you think you ever had.

You couldn't shake this awful back pain that started ever since the battle a few days ago, you hadn't slept more than a couple hours a night, and that tadpole in your head wouldn't stop squirming around. You felt... restless.

Sure, the grove was safe(r).

And you had made so many great friends, especially... ❤️‍🔥him❤️‍🔥, but-

Before you can finish your thought, you hear a rustling outside your tent.

"No blood tonight, Astarion. I need to save my strength." You sigh flippantly and roll over.

"Tav? It's me." A charming, husky voice entered the confines of your tent. It was ❤️‍🔥Zevlor❤️‍🔥!

"Zevlor! Come in." you didn't think it mattered that you were completely naked since you and Zevlor shared some pleasures of the flesh in the darkness some nights ago.

Zevlor peers into the tent with his warm ochre eyes, and as quickly as the tent flap had opened, he lowered his burning eyes and looked down. "Ah! Please forgive me, my dear."

You giggle lightly at his flustered expression and cover your supple naked body with your blanket, beckoning him to sit with you on your bedroll. He was really just pretending he wasn't grabbing your bare ass a few nights ago? In fact, the claw marks may still be there.

"It's okay, Zevlor, I'm decent now." You smile at him gently. You realize even though you felt each others bodies that one night, neither of you got a good look since it was so dark. You get carried away imagining how you might trace the infernal ridges that decorate his body once more, this time with the visual of his complexion and chiseled features.

"Apologies, my dear. I just wanted to check on you. I haven't seen you since... well, the tiefling party." Zevlor observes nervously. If his face could get any redder right now, it would.

"No need to apologize, Zevlor, I have just been in a lot of pain... it's my back." You exhale and stretch your arms out, groaning a bit from the muscle pain.

"Tav, you know I was well known for my talents as a masseuse in the Hellrider barracks. I could try and help." His breath was quick as if he was excited, even with his professional tone. You were giddy that he could come up with an excuse to touch you, and you start to wonder if massage was the only thing he offered to his squad mates.

"Thank you, Zevlor, that would be wonderful." You sigh and drop the blanket that was shielding your nudity. Zevors eyes widen with lust, but he tries to maintain his composure.

You lay on your stomach with your naked backside facing Zevlor. He is in awe at your radiance. He begins gently massaging your flesh as the friction warms your muscles. His hands are even hotter than you remember.

Zevlor started to wonder if this was sexual or he was just a pervert. The moans you kept making were just exaggerated enough to seem horny, but tame enough that you could argue otherwise.

The strong older tiefling begins pushing his hard-earned muscles into his touch, soothing all of the knots in your back. As he gets deeper into the massage, his body presses slightly against yours.

You can feel a stiffening between his legs, pressing against your bare bottom, and suddenly you aren't so focused on pain relief.

"Mmmm thank you Zevlor. I must return the favor." You coo seductively, the timber of your voice filling his ears.

"You have a beautiful body, Tav. I can't stop thinking what the front of it might look like." He whispers boldly into your ear. Did he finally figure out how crazy for him you are?

"Then maybe I'll show you" you murmur as you turn the front of your bare body to face him. It takes his breath away. He hesitantly approaches your stomach with his large hand, looking into your eyes to ask your permission.

"...May I?" He asks you sweetly, with no pressure or obligation behind his words.

You nod gently, "Please touch me, Zevlor. Anywhere you like." His longing lips stretched into an eager smile as he gently caressed your stomach and trailed his calloused hands across every surface of your body. The warmth was so soothing.

"I adore your body, Tav. You are like the beauty of a cascading waterfall, the magic and mystery of the night, and a raging fire all at once. I am captivated." He confessed, leaning in to meet your lips with his. He thought about how many times he rehearsed that line, planning to declare his feelings for you. He kissed you as deeply as he did the very first time, but with a familiarity that you hadn't shared together before.

You felt at home in his lips, enveloped by the heat of his strong arms wrapped around your aching body. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears begin to well in your eyes and you deepen the kiss in response, moaning into it sweetly.

Your hands slip under his tunic as your tongues dance together. His back feels hot like the rest of his skin, and you trace the infernal ridges delicately, just as you craved.

Zevlor releases his embrace to slip off the top of his camp clothes. He is swift in his movement but lacks grace, as it catches on his horns, tearing the fabric slightly on the way out. He grunts quietly in frustration over having to break that heavenly kiss and flings the tunic behind him, immediately getting back to focusing on you.

His abdomen is harder to the touch than most men his age and bumpy with scars and ridges, like a topographic map. You love the way it entices your fingertips as you drink in the beauty of his physique, his chest rising and falling in cadence with your quickened breath.

Your fingers travel downward to his trousers. "May I?" You whisper affectionately with a teasing inflection. He smirks at your question.

"Anywhere you like, my precious thing." He exclaims in a low, breathy sigh. You swoon at his words and the deep velvet sounds they make.

As you unbuckle his belt, you can feel the stress that his pressing member is putting on the fastenings of his pants, nearly popping them open as you undo them. You recalled how large it felt that night you spent together, but were still shocked at the enormity of it.

Zevlor's cock flung out from the fabric, standing at attention as he rested on his knees in front of you. He felt almost as hot in his cheeks as he felt between his legs when he saw your awestruck expression. You stroked his ridged shaft eagerly and kissed him passionately. You knew he had been waiting for this for days, just as you had.

You broke the kiss and bent over dutifully to take him into your mouth.

Zevlor recoiled slightly and caressed your face, "Darling, no. You can't strain your aching back like that. Please, lie down for me." He commanded gently, lowering you to your bedroll as you obeyed his words almost automatically. You had done more than enough for him, maybe more than anyone ever had. This was about your pleasure.

The rugged tiefling caressed your inner thighs and grabbed them in his rough palms, this time keeping his claws in mind. He leaned down between your legs, planting kisses all around your loins, each kiss burning more than the last.

"I'm going to take care of you, Tav." He expressed genuinely. Zevlor had every intention of making you hear the heavenly symphony of pleasure that he does every time you look his way.

The moans you make for him in the moments that follow are the talk of the camp that night.

END(?)

Happy New Year to all!

Thanks for letting me squeeze in this last fic for the year, in just a couple months you have all given me a beautiful community and a new sense of purpose. I love you all and be kind to yourselves this year! That's what Zevlor would want :)

⚔️❤️‍🔥Krys❤️‍🔥⚔️

[comite-de-salut-public]

Citizen Robespierre has a very puncturable jaw. I mean this both appreciatively and in warning. anyway xoxo great work everyone keep it up!!

Citizen, what in the name of the Supreme Being do you MEAN by this?!?!!

[closeknit-inquiry]

Didn’t know humans cried this much. I don’t feed off of sadness. This isn’t satiating anything at all.

[droolfang]

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[estarion]

If you were an A+ student, you'd be Passtarian If you ate only fish, you'd be Pescastarion. If your world got flipped, turned upside-down, you'd be Freshtarion

　　　... the professor’s hand creeps ever-so-steadily towards the ‘panic’ button recently installed beneath his desk.   ( the button:  @silvertiefling )

[capn-twitchery]

OH SHIT HAPPYBIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thank you!!! :D♥

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Jingliu

[gradientdescent-does-it-all]

Next set out the end of the production queue: this color combination was inspired by the Witcher’s Yennefer and her very stylish, very imposing black-and-white color palette. Once again I am in theory willing to sell these but man the temptation to just keep them for myself is SO STRONG.

[qrowscant]

Now I'm curious, what kinds of gifts would is-ot like? Even if Fodder doesn't make much I could see them getting is-ot something small maybe and vice versa

really, anything he can use to decorate himself. he'd decorate his chassis + screens with a bunch of tacky stickers and his walls with LIVE LAUGH LOVE-style furniture. real suburbia nightmare type stuff. he thinks it's very charming. it's hideous.

also as for fodder, um. it's complicated

drones aren't employees. they're prisoners with long sentences forced into (very hazardous) labor by their government. most of their day is spent maintaining IS-OT. their greatest gift is quality time, i suppose.

[business901-blog]

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[zevlovor]

Please make sure to take care of yourself!

Thank you Anon. This is very Zevlor of you to say 🥹🫶❤️‍🔥⚔️

[kiwinatorwaffles]

hi im sending an ask again

i've been thinking about the jeff fight. yknow they won because of their stupidity. they wouldn't have won if they had known who the other was. because jeff wouldn't have been so absolutely bamboozled by this. like if they had more than one combined braincell (or yknow read the news) they wouldn't have won. you made this funny little thing plot relevant in a second way and i can't stop thinking about that

also i read the hero power thing. grian's spiderman. he's spiderman except he's a bird that got bitten by a radioactive human. he's humanbird. also. his and pearl's species. "Whatever is funny and plot relevant." cub fell out of the sky. Prime is an emo printer. i love this. i love all of it

also i haven't read the rest of the series yet but i read the summarys/tags. uh. evil xisuma (2)?? excuse me? EXCUSE ME??? (am so excited to read that)

also that one scene

oh my god i started reading the rest of the masterpost while looking for wormman to make the meme and now i have more to say.

i forgot to say how much i love jrumbot. and the shrek squad. its beautiful

the post about etho's power awakening. just. the first drawing. i dont even know what to say just look at it. its beautiful

okay i need to stop talking now

I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOY!!! it's always an honor to see my silly small and fun details get noticed in such a profound way so i really thank you for your words!! it means a lot to me as a writer and a creator :']]]]]

[emilyjunk]

when will you update gsu? 😔🫶

I appreciate your continued investment but like a lover going off to battle with an uncertain outcome, I leave you with this message: I'm not saying it will never happen but I urge you not to wait for me. Live your life to the fullest and when I return if you have not been snatched up by a new interest which deserves your love and loyalty more than I, then perhaps we might have a future together yet

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: Error of Judgement (2.8, LWT, 1972)

"Well, why didn't Stevens identify this girl?"

"Oh, he said she was only a teenager, he didn't want to create family problems for her."

"You let a man hang because you've got family problems? I take it we did try to find her? This girl?"

"It was up to the defense to produce their own witnesses."

"You didn't even look for her?"

"Look, if we'd been asked to by the defense solicitors, if we'd been directed by a judge, if we'd known who to look for, if we'd had a description - nobody even produced a name for the girl!"

"Therefore she didn't exist."

"Not necessarily."

[loyaltyforged]

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