#Dwylla

[faerunsbest]

lets meet the players!

the oc's

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pen pal au comic

penpal au continued

penpal au

penpal au

rolan x sybyll

the comics begin

____ dad rolan art____

Outside the wizard convention

Working while feeding baby

----fics//drabbles// thoughts//

Rolan sees tav being self repulsed

rolan in a backwards relationship

a completely unrelated fic of rolan x dwylla

in which rolan throws a dinner for dwylla

thoughts on the tieflings as fathers

wizard conventions

Summer robes

mosaic rolan x ma'na

get to know mana

ma'na stuff but also things

Do you regret marrying me? (Rolan x gn tav)

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1st trimester(on ao3)

2nd trimester (on ao3)

-----young rolan//cal//lia-----

1st crush(available on ao3)

rolans 1st love

rolan loses his virginity

cal is jealous

children will fight

the subject of Rolans adoptive mother

the subject of Rolans 'father'

-----zevlor---

pinned(on ao3)

ambrosia (on ao3)

[tealfling]

I'm in the club now!?!!

@faerunsbest @barbwillbrb

[tealfling]

@faerunsbest

Syvaris to dwylla

Omg guys its 'cockwarming while watching horror movies so you can feel every little jump and tense when i get scared' season who wanna volunteer

[reverieblondie]

I already sent this thought to someone, but I think you might like it, too!

Tiefling bachelors accidentally scratching up the surfaces they were bracing their hands on while engaged in a moment of carnal passion with his partner, like not small superficial scratches, I mean his claws left gouge marks. Imagine he is all nervous/embarrassed about it only for his partner to inform him that is actually incredibly hot.

I look forward to seeing your thoughts (if you desire to share them).

A/N: This took me forever! But I loved every second it was so fun! these scenario ones are always my favorites! I love love the Tiefling bachelors but I wanted to add some of my moots OCs that I love. We have Kieran from @dark-and-kawaii wonderful mind (thank you for the screenshot and thank you for making this man I am obsessed!) We also have Syvaris who I instantly fell for when I saw him on the discord server made by @tealfling (He is so dreamy and I am so happy for @faerunsbest oc Dwylla for snatching up that tall man, also thank you for the photo to use!) Hope you enjoy its all 18+! MDNI!

Rolan

"Your... A- Ah~ Annoying,  you know that?" Rolan growls in your ear as his claws dig into the sides of your thighs. All you can manage is a breathy giggle that turns into a whine as he pushes into your wet core deeper. The ridges stretch you as he sinks deeper, Rolan's brows are furrowed, and his eyes shut tight as he feels you clench on his cock like a vise. "So…so… tight… per-perfect," his voice mumbles as he gets lost in the feeling. This is a far cry from how he was acting earlier, you had been bothering him all day with countless pointless questions, touching his arms and hands, then acting oh so innocent about it. The last straw had been when you barged into his office and sat on his desk, hiking up your dress to show just a teasing hint of your thighs, of course, in an effort to interrupt his oh-so-important studies. Rolan was definitely taking out some built up frustrations when he finally broke. Grabbing you by your waist, Rolan pushes you down on the desk and finally kisses you; it is desperate, hungry, and completely perfect. You didn't think Rolan was ever going to stop kissing you, not until he started talking about how you drive him crazy. Now, here you lay back on the desk as Rolan's long nails scratch his oak desk, and he ruts in, bouncing you to take an inch deeper with every thrust. The pleasure of the stretch is overwhelming, and then there's the sight of him over you, his golden eyes shining, and the way his hair hangs down; he is completely enthralling. You should have bothered him to this point months ago... "Rolan... you're perfect." Your sweet praise rings in Rolan's ears, making him scratch his nails deeper down his desk. You feel his tail thrashing around till it's gripping your leg like a vice; all you can keep doing is gripping his tough skin, singing his praises, making his cock throb, and you too keen further. Rolan, fueled by your praise, loses himself in you as he lifts his foot on top of the desk angling his cock to hit against your G-spot in mind-numbing bliss. Rolan's own praise continues to switch from common to infernal as he desperately chases both of your orgasms. He's been pinning for months, and now that he has you, he's desperate to please you. When he finally pushes you to that edge, it's intense. Once you have both come down from your orgasms, Rolan's face is flushed from more than just the 'workout.' He's avoiding eye contact even as you try to ask him what the matter is. "Was it me?" you finally muster as you feel your chest sinking. Rolan turns to you quickly, holding your naked body close to his, "It's me… I was… unhinged… you probably-" you cover his mouth with your fingers, causing him to become quiet, "You were perfect… Rolan, truly perfect." Rolan looks at his sharp nails and ruined desk, "It didn't scare you?" You lean in closer to his lips, "Only excites me…"  

Hours later, Lia brought up Rolan a late dinner (considering he had missed it earlier doing whatever). When she knocked on the door, she could have sworn she had heard hissing whispers and something being shoved. Rolan answers the door out of breath but uncharacteristically cheerful; it was suspicious... Lia looks around and sees large gashes on his desk and on his study walls. "What happened here?" She says, placing the tray down on the ruined desk; Rolan stumbles about clearing his throat till picking up a tome (one of many on the floor), "I was working on a difficult spell." Lia looks around, "I guess it's one hell of a spell…" Before she can further look around, Rolan is thanking her for the food and pushing her out. Must be very eager to get back to his work…��

Zevlor

The first thing he asked you when you came into the storage room was if anyone saw you sneak in after him. The Second question he asked you as he walked towards you from the darkness, his fiery eyes locked on yours, was if you could keep quiet." Of course "was what you promised Zevlor, and of course, at that time, you had meant it… but now that your legs are wrapped around his textured waist and his thick cock is ramming in and out of you, bouncing you against the supply shelf, you're finding it difficult not to scream his name. Zevlor is also finding it equally as difficult not to moan your name as yours as you take him in so well, your tight warmth practically sucking him in deeper as your slick walls flutter around him. Your nails bite into his shoulders with every roll of his hips. Zevlors breath is hot and heavy against your neck, his teeth threatening to bite your delicate skin as he presses sloppy kisses against you. It all just riles you up more, rolling your hips to meet his thrust pushing his hot cock to sink in deeper, nudging that sensitive spot in your cunt, forcing you to see stars. A deep groan rips from Zevlors throat as your cunt quivers on his cock with a rush of your arousal squirting onto his abdomen. In an attempt to keep himself quiet, he bites into your skin while his hands claw up and tear at the supply shelves, even forcing some things to fall and crash to the ground as his hips move erratically to chase his high. Later, he will embarrassingly apologize for acting like an animal, but you just kiss his lips and say you want to see that passion again. 

You're trying not to blush as the rest of the caravan's refugees look at the ruined shelves and materials marked by claws. When Zevlor finally shows up from being called, he gives a simple answer: "Animals must have gotten in and messed around," he says, trying to hide his smile. You promised that your rondeau tonight would happen outside the grove so you could be as loud as you like.

Cal

You could have had anyone you wanted at the party; as the hero of the hour, everyone was trying to catch your attention, but you picked him out, and Cal couldn't be happier. Cal almost feels like he can't breathe as you kiss his neck before running your tongue over his ears. You giggle as his tail twists and sways erratically, his clawed hands holding tightly onto your bedroll, carefully trying not to rip it. Cals is trying so hard not to lose control, but little does he know that's exactly what you're after. Cal has always been so sweet and strong… All you want him to do is to let go and finally release all that built-up tension. So after much soft teasing with sweet whispered desires, you reward when Cal finally snaps, taking you in his arms and kissing you like he's never going to see you again. You, of course, were soft to start… but your want can make you ravenous as Cal's hands ran over your body; of course, it led to you stripping him in a fever, eager to feel his hot hands all over your skin, caressing your sides, teasing your inner thighs, and twisting your breast… You just couldn't help it anymore when you finally pushed him down to sink onto his girth. Cal's clawed hands rip fistfuls of your bedroll apart as you bounce on his cock; he eagerly matches your pace with his hips ramming up into your wet cunt, making your eyes roll in ecstasy. Your sweet Cal looks up at you with half-lidded eyes concentrating on your pleasure, he wants to please you, and when you bring his hand to circle your clit he's in bliss. Your cunt clenches down harder on his thick cock, making a growl rip from his throat as he tries not to cum too quickly.  But then you start begging… begging for him to cum inside and claim you as his. With a moan and a loud tear, you feel him cum in hot spurts that make you desperate for more of him. Later, Cal will be so embarrassed and nervous about ripping up your bedroll; of course, he offers to give you his, but you just smirk, "I don't mind it all ripped up; it's a good reminder of you for the road."  

The next day, as you're packing up your things, still feeling quite melancholy about the tiefling departure, you're about to pack up your ruined bedroll when a clearing of a throat causes you to turn. It's Halsin, and in his hands, he has a bedroll. You look at him confused, and he just smiles. "Heard from a blushing young man that you needed a new one." Of course, Cal wouldn't leave you with a ruined one. During your small reverie of thinking about Cal, Astarion walks past with a smirk, "Hope it's claw proof, that or get that teif some claw covers for next time." 

Dammon

His forked tongue licks at your dripping sweat as it rolls down your throat. Dammon pins you against the back wall as one hand holds your hips as the other keeps him steady leaning you both steady. His weight presses against your body as his thick cock stretches you open. Your hands and legs wrap tightly around him as he fucks you in the back of the forge. You had been so needy and couldn't wait for him to take you upstairs, you needed him now. So thus leading to you two tangled together in the back of the shop. You're both nude and sweating as the forge fire roars. As you chant his name Dammons pace gets rougher, his cock slamming in so deep you begin to see stars. Feeling your tight warmth starting to clench on his cock has his mind going blank. First, you feel his sharp nails on your hip pierce your skin, then you hear the scratching down the stone wall as his hips get faster, the pace getting sloppier but never relenting. Dammon always knows how to give you exactly where you need it every time. His breathing is rough and shallow in your ear before he lets out a dark growl, "Cum on my cock. So I can fucking fill you..." Dammon is rarely so demanding, but you just can't help yourself when he is. Dammon comes to bed later rather quietly… when you ask him about it, he says he's embarrassed for getting so rough, when will he learn that's your favorite…

The customer looks at the back of the forge's wall, tilting his head at the scratches all over the stones. "What happened to your back wall?" Dammon flushes, stammering before you come and place a hand on the small at his back, calming him. "Just your typical late night at the forge. Nothing to worry about."

Kieran

He smiles down at your blissed-out face, "Feels good, doesn't it, bunny?" All you can manage to do is to open your mouth and whine as his cock keeps punching against your cervix, brushing your smooth, slick walls with the hard ridges of his cock. Kieran smirks down at you, so malleable for him; he hicks your legs up further, forcing your knees up to your face, successfully folding you in half. "You're so full you can't even think right now, huh?" You urge yourself to answer, but with the added heat of his body slamming onto you is leaving you in a lustful daze. You end up just grabbing his shoulders, digging your nails further into his flesh, practically threatening to make him bleed, "Please…" Your pleading is music to his ears as he pounds you harder, his nails not only ripping through the wooden headboard but ripping your skin in the process. The sharp feeling is quickly dulling into toe-curling pleasure as Kieran continues to fuck you at a rough pace. "Please… Please!" you continue to breathe as you quench down on his cock, causing him to groan in your ear, "Oh bunny, you don't even know what you're begging for, do you?" Kieran rolls his hips at an agonizingly slow pace making your eyes cross as his tail finds your clit. "What would your boyfriend think of you now? Begging like a whore for another man's cock in his bed nonetheless…" you hardly hear his taunting words as you cling to him, babbling as his nails continue to carve into you; if you didn't know any better, you would think he's carving his initials… "poor bastard just didn't know how to treat you…" Kieran grabs your hips and starts to bounce you in his cock, smiling at how you come undone for him so easily. Honestly, Kieran is not remorseful in the least for scratching everything up. 

Your boyfriend stumbles into your shared bedroom and pauses when he sees the bed broken and everything else he owns ripped to shreds. He looks around, perplexed until he sees a letter waiting on the broken nightstand. "Sorry about the bed. Try finding something more durable. Also, I took the girl." - K.E. 

Syvaris

Syvaris was just expecting to take a nice refreshing dip… but he hadn't expected to be interrupted during his wash in the river. Syvaris had a feeling he was being watched, it was only confirmed when he stopped his meditation to see you peeking at him from behind a tree. You, the same sweet little thing he had helped save earlier that day spying on him…, and he couldn't find it in himself to mind, especially when it's someone so pretty like you acting so naughty. All Syvaris had to do was wave his hand to beckon you closer, "care to join me?" was all he said to get you to strip bare for him and join him in the crisp waters. It was clear you were wanting this just like he was. The coolness of the water made you feel a shiver throughout your body; it was short-lived. However, as you swam closer, he wrapped his warm arms around you, bringing you to his lap. Syvaris chuckled as he let you roam your hands over his wide chest. A passionate make-out followed where he prepped you with his long fingers in your wet cunt. The next thing you knew in the lust-filled blur was him having switched your positions to have your back pushed against a rock as he stretched your cunt taut, and he sunk into your warmth. Syvaris seemed determined to ruin you for any man after him with the way he rammed into you. Syvaris continued to shower you in praise as his lips caressed your sweat-laced skin, and with every kiss, every whisper, every thrust that threatened to go straight to your womb, your pussy fluttered and gripped him like a vise. Such a sweet little thing… he promises to come back for you when his journey is over, but for now he wants to stay in this moment for as long as he can, holding tight to you as he digs his claws into the rock holding you as he fills you with his cum. You won't be able to forget him… especially not when you're going to be leaking him for days…

You are stuck in your reverie as you look out into the cool waters. You were meant to be down here to wash laundry in the stream, but when you look in the distance, you see that same place where you shared your night with your hero. Syvaris had left with a promise to return, and you knew deep down it was true… but you still worried…. "Are those bear scratches?" one of the girls with her own basket says in shock, part of you has half a mind to confess… but you keep Syvaris and your secret tight to your chest. 

[dutifullylazybread]

started reading deeply and i gotta say, don't do that at work. not the place for big feelings. had to bookmark it and immediately scuttle home. i would like to say you have an excellent portrayal of rolan, combing all the aspects that make him lovable without turning him into something placid and shallow. its so easy to cater to those particular aspects that make him 'cute'. having a character that and image that is full and well rounded is often difficult. he is prismatic! spectacular work

Ahhhh!! Thank you so much!! 😭 Apologies for the big feelings at work, but I am so glad that you like the story!! I really enjoy your Dwylla x Rolan comics, btw! The one where Rolan is chatting with his son gave me LIFE. I was trying not to lose it in my office.

And thank you! That seriously means a lot (I worry about characterization a ton, so I'm so happy to hear I did Rolan justice!). I adore this grumpy wizard, and I think one of the most fun ways to explore his character is to figure out how he would respond to a situation, especially if he is put in an awkward position. Like, yeah, he's going to be grump about it--but how can I use that to my advantage? I am absolutely rabid over the idea of him simultaneously being a grump and head-over-heels at the same time.

So that's my ramble! :D

[faerunsbest]

LOST

A little fic inspired by @tealfling

Syveris found that momentum tended to very often simply carry him, as he rarely had want or need to redirect that energy. Though sometimes that momentum was simply more than he could stop, right now he found himself  somewhere he was sure no one belonged. One fight could become two and the world turned under him and before he could take in the turn his face his cold stone. Syveris groaned as he pushed himself up, looking around the miniscule stone room, he found the only thing separating him from others was metal bars. 

The men around him reeked of bile and ilk and weeks without washing. His stomach lurched and threatened to ladder back up his gullet, only with focus could he keep it down. Staying calm was hard when breathing came with such a penalty. Breathe to focus but the air smelled of rotting death and for the first time in years, he felt panic. He had to focus on something else, push it  back.

The massive man moved to sit up on the broken concrete floor. He crossed his legs and placed his hands on his knees and placed his focus on sound. He let the sound of his own beating heart steady him, his mind placed precedence on the sound over every smell. Around him the caged men began to speak, some more vulgar than others and despite tasting the air he focused on himself and the center of his being. His long pointed ear twitched when the sound of grating metal filled the room. Syveris opened his eyes  to find the bars locking him in, open and guards waiting.

“So then, where are we off to?”

The tall tiefling asked as he stood up, following the guards curiously. He didn't quite want to be here but he also didn’t see an immediate exit, it seemed the easiest thing at the moment was to follow along and see if he found freedom as he was walked to an open door, where brilliant sunlight nearly blinded him. One of the guards pointed to the open door and spoke in low gravelly tone

“We stop here, you go out there and you die. And if you don't we’ll take you to a bigger room”

Syveris raised an eyebrow at the guard, he wanted to ask a few more things but that might be an easier exit. Maybe.

The tiefling found himself walking out into red sand, looking around  at broken weapons half jammed into the dirt.  Massive stone wall, too tall for even him to leap over. Behind was stadium seating as the cacophony of voices rang out he realized he was as close to hell as the living got.

The towering tribute to Nessus, a massive coliseum dedicated to recreating the nine hells for gladiators. His stomach dropped as he realized that behind these walls death was inevitable. It would happen, although it didn't have to be at his hands. 

That night he sat in his only moderately larger cell and looked down at a bowl of watery grits, he worked his jaw. Something is better than nothing and he didn't know how long he would be down here.

He wouldn’t take the swing, no matter how many times they put him in the ring, he simply redirected every attack until his opponent collapsed and every time he was whisked away before he could help them. One match, two and a week has passed and it seems he will be pushed forward into the next battle. Each one, more exhausting than the last,water grits and no meat, no real food. No sunshine but what shone into the ring and now he didn't notice the smell of death and Syveris looked down at his hands watching color drain from his skin he wondered how much longer he would have to endure. There had to be a way out, his mind raced with hunger clawing at the back of his skull. Thirst pinched at his brain and he felt like he was losing himself. No sooner had the thought occurred to him than the feeling of something gripping his horn and pulling.

He twisted in place, their grip loose enough to allow him to look at them but not run. A woman on the other side of the bars in the cell behind his. For a moment he froze at the image of her, filth mottled her skin but he didn't see that. He saw inky black eyes with pin pricks of liquid fire staring down at him.

“You no hurt them?”

Her mouth moved like language was a distasteful foreign thing. She spoke as if it grated her, broken phonics forcibly pieced together to get a message across. He just shook his head no, she let go of his horn and gripped the bars that separated them. For a moment he looked at her hands, pale blue against the blackened steel and all he saw where the littering of scars wove across her knuckles.

“You play and die, but play.”

He furrowed his brow, trying to see past the shadows that masked the bottom of her face. A cage framed her mouth… another look at her hands and he realized there were thick metal cuffs on her small wrists. Why was she bound?

“When you play die, you lay with dead ones. Throw out, you wait til dark and sneak- you can be out”

Syveris listened carefully, tilting his head.

“If it is so easy, why are you still here?”

She only looked at him offering a slow blink as she tilted her head.

“If i go, no one else will”

With that she disappeared into the dark behind him and he knew, she wasn’t supposed to be there to begin with. Now as alone as he could be in these cold perforated cells he sat and could do little more than think.

If i go no one else will 

He realized after several hours what she meant, if she left then there would be no one left to tell people how to get out. Play dead and you’ll be free.

The strange woman was right.

Three days later Syveris dug his way up through a pile of corpses,  gasping for air and almost screaming. His lungs were on fire and he swore he could feel his veins struggling under his skin he felt on fire and cold. Tumbling out from the mountain of what would be mulch, Syveris grunted and groaned trying to stifle himself as he tumbled down. Hunger ,nausea, exhaustion and so much more clung to his bones when finally he rolled to a stop and crawled through soft dirt. He didn't know when he collapsed, only knowing when it happened as he woke and realized the was moving and ground was rumbling under him.

When Syvaris woke again he found himself confused by the ceiling. A mosaic he’d never seen colored the place and he realized he was alive. He lay there, still weakened and exhausted and all he could think of was those eyes. He closed his eyes and he could hear her jagged broken speech and his heart panged, guilt pooled in his chest clung to his ribs. In the distance something clanged, probably dropped. And the metal noise reminded him of the cage on her mouth.

One day and he could get out of bed.

Two days and Syveris was informed he’d been locked up starving for months. Months? He pressed his face in his hands as he realized he honestly had no sense of time while he was in there, he ought to have lost his mind. That was reasonable. But…he thought back and recalled the strength of those eyes on him, the gentle feeling of her letting go of his horn.

One week of healing and recuperating passed and Syveris found himself sitting out in the grass looking at a scarred bit of wood and all he could think of was the way her knuckles looked. Warped and riddled with injury.

How did that strange woman live there and still have enough strength to find people their freedom at the cost of her own.  The guilt that washed over him was cold and seemed insurmountable. But it was alright. He knew exactly what he had to do.

Another two weeks later and Syveris was walking out of the place that had so kindly healed him and helped him get back to himself. His messenger pack rattled with healing and rejuvenation potions, as he listened to the glass tinkle a thought occurred to him. She was in there all this time running on so little … What would one of these potions do for her? He supposed he would find out…

[faerunsbest]

the best part of them being so frequent in the the bedroom is that she knows without the shadow of a doubt that if she couldn't have sex he wouldn't be bothered. in her mind sex is well and truly just a fun bonding i love you moment

he would still love her if she couldn't do it and he would still be worshiped if he couldn't get it up again.

its on certain days no different than hop scotch, other its church and some days they just nap the day away

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[tealfling]

Syvaris, up at 3 am. Wondering what Dwylla is thinking about.

Dwylla, snoring next to him.

[faerunsbest]

got in bed a few hours ago but kept thinking about dwylla

[faerunsbest]

@tealfling

we have problem

IM down bad for these two

look how silly dum dum girl crawled out of her sleeping roll to be closer to him

[faerunsbest]

Every time I scroll past your Dwylla x Syvaris WIP and I see the "Dwylla and her prize.."

I just want you to know I now picture Syvaris walking around in nothing but his big beefy ass squeezed into little shorts/underwear that say "her prize" on the ass.

Just thought you should picture it too

i do i may need to add this to my wip list

but you see

i was thinking about a petname she would have for him but she doesnt do all that the right way so shes gonna call him 'mine'. thats it.

"mine"

walk into camp look around "where is mine?"

finally gonna hold his hand "this is mine"

[faerunsbest]

these pages took so fucking long i don't wanna talk about it

but look-they're not floating in space anymore!

mol and mini Rolan are absolute besties forever, despite how it may have looked Mol does not actually like missing her dinners with dwylla and mini rolan

not pictured here Rolan having a god damn panic attack because SHES RIGHT THERE.

i was also going to have her wearing a soft robe/dress but i also wanted to show off that shes gone a bit soft in places and now has mom bod.

[faerunsbest]

I just decided discovered our boy doesn't like fairies or pixies.

The fey make him uncomfortable in general, but with fairies and pixies.

"Babe, you don't understand. Nothing that small should be that powerful. Where do they put it all? No. I don't like it. There's no balance to that. I don't trust it. It doesn't make sense. I don't like them they weird me out."

Yeah, don't ask him to touch the moon lantern.

dwylla will agree on the fairy front she isnt fond of them because they fight so dirty and she cant really predict them. astarion can hold the lantern dammit lol

[faerunsbest]

How tall is Dwylla?

babe is also short shes like just over a 5 ft

[faerunsbest]

decided to remake Dwylla

[faerunsbest]

Dwylla seems like the type that, although touched, would be pretty pissed at Syvaris for letting himself be intentionally wounded to protect her.

But for him, 1) he doesn't want her badly injured and 2) maybe they can circle back to wound tending?

you are correct shes gonna try and help get him bandaged up but yell the entire time

shes really hardy and while she very much understands him being protective of her she would still be angry. not just because he jumped in harms way but also because it feels likes shes being underestimated. shes still going to thank him for caring but to stop doubting her.

gonna smack his horn then kiss his forehead