#daddy Zevlor

[falcatas]

YES I want to lick you old man...

[partially-controlled-chaos]

WIP (not quite) Weekend

I have two other WIPs going on at the moment but the current brain rot is Zevlor. So. I have a Zevlor WIP Weekend to share. Still on the hand kink so I’ve now combined that with my current Zevlor obsession. I love this man but you can’t tell me he doesn’t have arthritis and is in need of a nice hand massage. As usual, it’s not edited and subject to change.

Crickets chirped softly in the warm night air, breaking the silence of the otherwise quiet campgrounds. Gravel and sand shifted underneath your mud stained boots as you walked quickly towards the back of the camp, a spare bedroll packed tightly underneath your arm. Small torches were dotted around the interior of the camp, giving just enough light to illuminate the path ahead. As you passed by each of your camp mates, you gave a quick nod or a soft smile, a quick way of saying goodnight as they each prepared to retire for the evening. Everyone was thoroughly exhausted, having spent all day on the road coming from Moonrise Towers. You were exhausted yourself and wanted nothing Lee than to fall face first into your bedroll and sleep the aches away. However, you had one more camp member to see to before you felt comfortable retiring for the evening.

You chuckled softly to yourself as you turned by Halsin’s bed space, the Druid having already fallen into a deep meditation in the mouth of his tent. Your trek down the incline towards an abandoned barn was swift, almost tumbling over your own feet in the process. You clutched the bedroll in your arms tightly, not wanting to drop it in the mud at the last second. You didn’t have another roll in reserve and given all that your guest had gone through so far, the very least they deserved was a clean bedroll to sleep in; even if they themself felt undeserving.

You slowed your approach as you reached the mouth of the barn, not wanting to seem to eager to barge in. Zevlor stood on the opposite end of the building, his back towards you as he adjusted the collar and sleeves of his borrowed camp shirt, brushing his hands over the front in an attempt to smooth some of the wrinkles. Given that you had found Zevlor in a mind flayer pod in the colony beneath Moonrise with nothing but his sword and the clothes on his back, you made sure to find him a spare set of clothing he could change into so he could rest comfortably for the night. His blood stained armor rested against a bale of hay, the breastplate glinting in the light of the small fire that had been lit in the center of the space. His blade, which was bloodstained as well, was placed beside his armor, ready to be cleaned in the morning.

“I see the clothes fit you well.” You said softly, leaning against the frame of the barn.

Zevlor’s ears perked at the sound of your voice, having been previously unaware of your presence. He turned on his heel, finally coming to face you. His normally burning eyes were dull, full of exhaustion and his self inflicted feelings of shame and guilt. His normally proud standing shoulders were slumped and bent, his tail had dropped and simply lay limp against the ground, and if you were honest with yourself, he looked like he had seen better days.

“They did,” he finally said, his voice soft as he spoke, “I thank you, my friend.”

“You are most welcome,” You said as you entered the space, “and I was able to find that bedroll I had promised.” You placed the sleeping sack atop another bale of hay, close enough to the fire to keep warm but far enough away that the light shouldn’t be too bothersome.

“You are too kind, truly. After everything I’ve done, I can’t say I deserve your hospitality.” You shook your head as he spoke, not wanting to hear him talk about himself in such a way.

“Please, Zevlor, we’ve been through this,” you said as you undid the straps of the bedroll and let the cot roll along the bale of hay, “what happened was’t your fault. I know you blame yourself and so do some of the other tieflings, but I don’t feel that way. You deserve every kindness and bit of respect thrown your way, but at the very least you deserve a soft bed space and a warm meal.” Your eyes met his as you finished unrolling the packed cot, offering him a soft smile and a pat on the shoulder.

“Speaking of a warm meal,” you said as you glanced to the still full bowl of stew sitting by the outer edge of the fire pit, “you haven’t eaten anything.”

“And here I was hoping you wouldn’t notice,” he confessed with a small, playful smile, “I have to admit that it smells wonderful, but I’m too weak at the moment to satiate any hunger. I’ll be fine after some rest, I’m sure.” Your brows crinkled at his response, an apparent look of confusion graced your face as he spoke. Eventually, he managed to explain himself.

“Given the recent battle out of the mind flayer colony and my age, my hands are quite useless at the moment.” He wrung his hands together lightly before dropping them back to his sides.

“Why didn’t you say anything? I could have helped.” Your eyes fell to his hands, which were curled on themselves and you could only assume they ached and shook. You said eventually, already preparing yourself to help him eat a warm meal by any means. You’d hold the bowl and spoon feed himself if you had to.

“Forgive me,” Zevlor said as he seated himself on the bale of hay, “I’m an old man.”

“Wait here, please.” You said as you quickly made your way out of the barn and back up the hill, heading towards the camp supplies to find a particular item to ease the aches that had settled in the old Hellrider’s bones.

[tsukisnapey]

My Tav with her husband <3 Gods Zevlor is way too handsome fr

[vera-king-hrfl]

Sinner's Prayer

Zevlor

[falcatas]

Oh my! Sir!

biting him

[falcatas]

The two blorbos

[tsukisnapey]

Meet my Tav for my Zevlor x Tav Ao3 Fanfic titled The Oathbreaker and His Bard.

Name: Tallara (formerly Tallara Baenre) Race: Drow (Dark Elf) Class: Bard Age: 30 Gender: Female Alignment: Chaotic Good Deity: Selûne

Appearance Height: 5'6" Weight: 120 lbs Eyes: Red and Green Skin: Light wisteria toned Hair: Long white hair, tied into a half-up braid with wispy bangs covering her forehead

Backstory: Tallara is the only acknowledged child of Jarlaxle Baenre, a renowned drow mercenary, and leader of the Bregan D'aerthe. Her birth was considered ominous due to Jarlaxle's status as the third son who should have been sacrificed to Lolth. Her mother was from House Oblodra and died protecting Tallara from assassination attempts. Raised in the chaotic and dangerous world of drow politics, she learned mercenary and assassin skills from her father while traveling the overworld. Eventually, she became a bard, using her exotic beauty and enchanting voice to captivate audiences. She abandoned her last name and worship of Lolth, turning to Selûne, the Moon Goddess. She first met Zevlor at the emerald grove, where she saved them from being raided; from right then onwards, their story is deeply entwined.

[falcatas]

She is a lucky girl

[kimberbohwrites]

Hnggggh

[aurora-darling]

no, i don't want to go out with friends.

what i want need to do is spend my free time writing out the most filthy, deplorable, possessive sex scenes for fictional characters but in a loving way.

because while i am freaky, i am also romantic

[falcatas]

LOL @faerunsbest ´s suggestion: “you can practise using references :D”

falcata: woah look at that tender old man… Let’s use Zev…. No no no no, our wife is sluttier, he needs to show more skin… and a nipple.

(Poor Zev)

[underdark-dreams]

Am I feral for the Hellrider now?? Possibly!!! Have a 1am smut drabble just in case!

Zevlor x fem!Tav | Explicit | Word Count: 750

Commander

“Please, Commander—”

She moaned out his title, too overcome to wonder whether it might be an unwelcome reminder to him tonight. The now-unattended ache his fingers had stoked between her legs mere moments ago was driving her delirious.

Luckily for her, Zevlor seemed to embrace the name this particular evening. She craned her neck back to watch as he gripped one strong hand behind her knee.

“I told you once already—spread.”

As he spoke, his grip jerked sideways. She cried out as her knee followed, spreading the exposed cleft of her legs obscenely wide before him, forcing her head and shoulders down to his bedroll to accommodate the angle. She moaned into the furs beneath her, breathing in a lungful of his heady scent. 

Clean—musk—something sharp and herbal. Thoroughly, thoroughly Zevlor.

“Ready yourself,” his voice rasped out somewhere behind and above her. Far too soon to actually prepare, she felt the thick, smooth head of his cock nudge past her entrance.

She bit down on the fabric beneath her to stifle a wanton groan. She knew how Zevlor liked to hear her, but that preference ended firmly at the fabric boundaries of his tent. Here in their camp at the banks of Last Light Inn, she wasn't sure how much privacy the proximity afforded them.

Despite his commanding mood, Zevlor seemed to sense the reason for her hesitation.

“That’s it, my girl—” His voice rasped low as he pushed his thick length deeper into her tight folds. She moaned into the bedding as her cunt pulsed greedily for more of him. “Let me hear you—”

Obediently, she raised up to her chin and arched her back into him. The angle caused a few more inches of his ridged length to press into her, and she bit back a wail.

“Fuck, Commander, fuck, fuck—please!”

She let her words spill out plain and vulgar—just the way she’d learned by now that her Hellrider liked it, though he was far too chivalrous to request such language outside of their shared bed. 

Nevertheless, she knew at once that she’d struck just the right chord. With a groan, Zevlor pushed into her until their hips slotted together. In the same motion, one hand landed a sharp and possessive smack on her ass. 

Stars popped behind her vision. Her cunt throbbed at being filled so fully so suddenly; her eyes rolled back in her skull. The aching heat between her legs and the sting against her skin threatened to end her then and there.

But then Zevlor took up a punishing pace, rutting his hips hard against hers, and her limits were truly tested. The deep ridges of his cock dragged and tugged against her slick walls with each thrust, pulling out waves of wet desire from her center that trickled and ran down her thighs as he fucked her.

“Yes, yesyesyes, Commander, take me—so good, just like that—”

She was babbling face-first into his bedroll as he pounded into her, his pace far past teasing, instead barrelling them both headlong to their ends. When Zevlor growled and reached two fingers around to pinch her clit, she was done for.

She arched her back and bit down on a loud cry as her cunt convulsed around him, pulsing white-hot against Zevlor’s thick cock.

It undid him—his bare chest pressed warm against her back. He stifled a cry between her shoulder blades, spilling and grinding his release deep inside her.

Somewhere at the back of her mind, she realized that hot tears of bliss were spilling down her cheeks. Legs trembling and weak from her climax, she collapsed flat on her stomach into his bedding. 

With one last deep thrust and a groan, Zevlor followed. His weight fell around her, the ridges of his chest indenting the soft skin of her back. She panted blissfully from beneath him.

“My apologies,” he rasped behind her ear. 

His tone had instantly transformed back into something very gentle, and she knew he meant for collapsing on top of her.

“I love it,” she sighed, truly savoring the feel of his weight pressing her into the furs that smelled so thoroughly of him. “I love you,” she added.

“My darling girl.” Zevlor rumbled the words deep in his chest, and she knew from the timbre alone that he was already drifting toward sleep. Her eyes were heavy and eager to follow him. “Please tell me so again, if you would…in the morning.”

[falcatas]

Oh my! I would cry the same way in front of Zevlor.

[poetryvampire]

I've been away and not able to write as much but i'm plagued with daddy Zevlor brainrot

✨ bit nsft ✨

Zevlor x fem reader

He's the king of soft loving doms. Zevlor's gonna give you the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. Like he's got it down to a science. He's petting and caressing and praising you and you're trembling in his arms before either of you are even naked. The absolute master of good girl spankings. Zevlor's got you laid over his lap with your ass almost as red as him. He really takes his time steadily building you up with hard spanks fuck he's so strong and easing you down by massaging the stinging skin. Not to mention teasing your clit until you're a quivering mess. He'll whisper such sweet words of how proud he is of you. And he truly is, he's always impressed just how good you can be for him. Oh, and there's no way this is ending without you cumming at least once. Zevlor fines you so fucking delicious when he's got you teary eyed, mewling and impaled on his tail while he's landing hard blows with his bare hand.

[potato-dragons]

Me anytime Zevlor, Voss, or Raphael appear on screen:

[vera-king-hrfl]

ALL roads lead to that darn Hellrider. My first romance was Gale, and like, that was fine, but then I tried Astarion. Oh... oh baby girl, you're just going to ruin my life, aren't you? 😅

Then, I started paying attention to the NPCs. Hmmm, Rolan is kinda sexy in a grouchy, pompous way, that blue eyed blacksmith is freaking hot... wait... oh sweet Ilmater's ashes, who is this depressed sad wet cat of a man? Why is he so... I was playing a drow at the time, and Zev was all like hey that's so brave going around with your face just out and everything. SIR! Have you not seen a mirror? You... um. By the time I was rescuing him from the pod and he was so upset... yeah alright. Lemme just climb in there with you, dollface. Mama make it all better.

Now I've written about 5 different fanfics about him, and I'm getting his horns tattooed on my back. We're 87 shades of weird about Zevlor here, and I'm all about it.

Don't look at me like that. You know what you did.

I'll admit I've never been a Zevlor girlie before, however, I've just started a new Durge play through and seeing him get emotional and angry about Arabella's death and start cooking up battle tactics has stirred something inside of me....

"Just Zevlor now" SIR STOP IT.