#zevlor hc

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I’ve seen a lot of “sensitive Zevlor coming too quickly” and I raise you long-lasting Zevlor. The man is so stressed and pent up, he’s probably jacking off all the time when he has a moment to himself. So when he finally does sleep with someone, it’s definitely not fleeting. He is the damn energizer bunny. He lasts so long his partner has climaxed at least 5 times before him.

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love me some confident Zevlor. an absolute powerhouse of a fighter. a Commander. a Hellrider. with that level of badass under his belt the man probably had people making big googoo heart eyes at him every damn day. Zevlor absolutely knew he could get it and I love that for him sm

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request from a friend - we're romancing Zevlor at the tiefling party again! g/n reader. this may end up with a part 2? tbd

Smoke and Embers

The celebrations at your camp are in full swing; the bonfires are blazing, the food and wine are flowing, the lively music is lifting your spirits, and you finally feel at peace

There is no shortage of pure, unbridled energy pulsing through the air. It feels incredible to hear everyone laughing and having fun, finally able to let your guards down. Everyone is ready to kick back and enjoy themselves; sing, dance, and share in good conversation

Everyone, except for you. You have other motives in mind

While your companions and new friends are partaking in the festivities, you're stealing glances across the camp, through the fires and the people around you, meeting the infernal gaze of a particular Hellrider

You eventually excuse yourself from whatever discussion you've stopped paying attention to and make your way over to Zevlor, taking a seat next to him. You both exchange a greeting and some superficial conversation before settling into a comfortable silence, watching the celebration before you

Based on the way he's sitting, you can tell he's finally relaxed; the tension is absent from his posture, and the exhaustion that hung heavily on his features is nowhere to be seen

Good. He deserves a night of peace

He's wearing his civilian clothing. A much different look for him, usually in his stunning armor. But it suits him. The front of his shirt is untied, showing off bare skin you've never seen before. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, and you can't stop your eyes from tracing the defined muscles that slightly flex with any of his movements

Every shift he makes, every pull of his clothing reveals another part of him that entices you, lights a fire in you, wondering what he would feel like in every way you can imagine

You hear him chuckle, and to your mild embarrassment you realize that he's absolutely noticed you staring, the hellfire in his eyes flickering knowingly and a charming smile spreading across his face

That damn smile

Zevlor leans in, lips barely brushing your ear, whispering things that send a shudder through you, fills you with excitement, of need. He emanates heat, his voice is honey, he smells like smoke, and it's all intoxicating

You don't even hesitate, or need to consider. You already know what you want, and it's clear he has the same sentiments, same desires, making it all too easy for you to give him your answer

And when he pulls away, burning eyes fixed on you, all you need to say is yes

Your friends are too engrossed in their stories and jokes, too distracted by the dancing and singing to notice that after a time, the revelry around them is missing two guests

You both have slipped away, out of sight, to spend the rest of the night enjoying each other's company, among other things, until the roaring fires that light your camp are nothing but smoldering embers

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i imagine Zevlor saying “my dear” and “good girl” and immediately ascend to another plane of existence.

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Could I request headcanons for Zevlor with gn s/o who always tries to help him whenever they can & make sure he take care of himself? They also reassure him & be affectionate with him because they know how it feels to rely on themselves to not burden others & have a lot of insecurities too!

written from the second-person. hope that's okay!

"Please don't fret over me, my love." It wouldn't be the first time he's said this, but his tone is always calm, and always amused

For as long as he can remember, Zevlor has been dealing with everything life has thrown at him, all on his own. It's more efficient that way, he's convinced himself. He’s fully capable of taking care of himself

That doesn't stop you from checking in on him throughout the day, tending to his needs whenever he expressed any, or assisting with whatever task is at hand, no matter how small or tedious

You're no stranger to self-sufficiency. The crushing weight of having only yourself to depend on is something you can never forget

It’s easy to recognize the same in Zevlor, with all he’s been through. So you are there for him, every day and in every way you can, because he deserves the comfort, support, and love you were not always afforded

And Zevlor is so, so grateful

While he prefers to be his own caretaker, he is thankful he can let his guard down with you, so caring and attentive to his needs.

He will still fuss, of course. Any time you offer to help, he will gently resist

But you'll take his face into your hands ever so softly, meeting his fiery eyes with yours, and reassure him that you don't mind

He'll sigh with a smile, leaning into your touch, kissing your palm

And he will relent to your generosity once more

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Headcannon that Zevlor is someone who is really good at small, thoughtful gestures because he listens carefully in conversation to note anything you need or like. And rather than proclaiming out loud that he'll take care of it for you, he will find The Thing you need/miss/etc on the DL. Then he leaves it for you like a cat leaving you a mouse he caught to show he listens/cares.

Short scribble on this, taking place after you meet him and during the events in the Grove in Act I.

A Thoughtful Gesture

After he's done giving the last of his orders, Zevlor leaves the gate to take a quick walk around the Grove. It's been a tough day, between the druids and the goblins, and he needs some quiet to steady his thoughts

He lets the beaten path guide him around the cave and through part of the woods while he ruminates on the day. There is so much to consider, so much he worries about. So many people to take care of.

His thoughts halt as he comes across a cluster of shrubs laden with perfectly ripe raspberries, and Zevlor immediately recalls the conversation he had with you last night after dinner

When you casually mentioned how much you love raspberries, and the spark of joy in your eyes he just barely caught when you did

Without hesitation, he removes an empty pouch from his belt and begins to gather the berries, delicately plucking the most perfect ones. Just for you

He has zero ulterior motives, no need for reciprocation or recognition. The sheer thought of your happiness is the only thing driving him in this moment

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Just knowing how excited you'll be brings him some level of comfort in this trying time

Later, when you return to your tent, you see the small leather pouch on your bedroll and regard it with slight confusion

When you pull the draw string and see the pouch's contents, you are overcome with many things - surprise, excitement, disbelief, nostalgia among them

But mainly you feel appreciation. In a world full of monsters and ill-intentioned people, there is still some semblance of kindness out there. You feel so lucky to experience that in this moment

And not even just kindness. This gesture was catered specifically with you in mind

You don't even need to question how they got here or where they came from. Because you know exactly who left this for you, and it fills you with a certain warmth you haven't felt in a long time

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one part of a ~10k (and increasing lol) word fic i started awhile ago that ive been debating posting since i've literally never written anything before. but the Zevlor brain rot is so incredibly aggressive rn that i needed some kind of outlet before i exploded. so here's me testing the waters.

also i've never posted something like this before so apologies if i tagged/posted this incorrectly in some way.

Zevlor x Tav (MDNI / +18)

The following night, Tav made sure to check in with everyone, catching up on the day’s events and any idle banter they were interested in having. It had been a long day, and everyone was looking forward to an early night after dinner.

Once she had made her rounds and enough people had vanished from sight for the evening, Tav slipped out of the cave undetected in search of the Hellrider.

She found him in his usual spot overlooking the west forest, sitting casually on a large wooden crate. His location was far enough away from the main entrance to not be seen, but close enough to hear someone’s approach.

Their initial casual conversation was short lived. Tav was once again straddling his lap, their lips locked with a similar intensity as the night before. His arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to him as his hands began to toy with her shirt, tucked neatly into the top of her pants.

He was the first to release their kiss, straying to her jaw, then to her neck. His lips brushing her skin sent shivers up her spine. Tav tipped her head back, exposing more of her to him as he sent waves of heat through her body with each kiss. Her core was pulsing, the longing within her burning hotter.

Zevlor’s movements were still somewhat hesitant, but there was more familiarity in him now. Memories of past intimacy had unlocked and come back to him - what it sounded like, felt like, tasted like.

Once he had freed her shirt from her pants, he slid his callused hands carefully up her torso, his touch warm and delicate. A quiver ran through her as his thumbs just barely grazed the bottom of her. She could feel his arousal, his need for relief, pressing into her.

A deep rumble sounded in the tiefling’s throat as Tav began to grind into him. She felt his hips roll towards her from his seated position, his grip on her thighs tight. It was painfully obvious how much he craved her, needed her. And Tav was all too delighted to give him the release he ached for.

Tav relinquished his lips with one last drawn out kiss, their eyes meeting for a moment as she pulled away. A look of confusion spread across his face, questioning. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she carefully dismounted from his lap to kneel between his legs. His puzzled expression came and went as Tav reached out and started to unbuckle his belt, understanding snapping into him.

“W-wait,” a panicked Zevlor breathed, “someone may see us.” His hands shot out to hers in an attempt to stop her, but weakly.

Tav stopped, pulling back a little, understanding his concern. “Do you want me to stop?” she whispered, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

Silence hung between them as Zevlor considered, his eyes flickering between hers. She could see the internal battle he was having, uneasy that they were in a semi-public location but the anticipation of what she was about to do taking hold of him.

He swallowed before his quiet “no", then lightly guided her hands back to his belt, helping her to unbuckle it. His hands then laid on either side of his thighs to grip the edge of the crate, muffled clicks from his claws sounding as they hit the wood.

Once his arousal was free from the confines of his trousers, Tav regarded him in moderate awe. She was not at all surprised by his size, for he was rather large for a tielfling. A deep, beautiful scarlet red. Infernal ridges similar to others on his body. Thick and regal.

Zevlor was completely frozen in place. But Tav gave him a reassuring smile as she curled her fingers delicately around his length. Bringing her mouth to the tip of him, she kissed him gently. She felt him pulse in her hand, eagerness flooding him.

Silence filled the space between them other than the sounds of her lips dancing across his skin. She was slow and gentle, letting him adjust to her. After not having been with someone for awhile, she did not want to rush him. He deserved leisure and tenderness.

“Hells,” he groaned as she wrapped her mouth around his head, sliding him into and out of her with ease. The wood creaked under his tightening hold with each one of her steady pulls.

A strained moan passed his lips as she took more and more of him in, slow and steady, as her tongue pressed firmly to his underside while her lips continued to glide smoothly across his head.

It didn’t take long for Zevlor to come undone, body abruptly rigid and breath hitching. “Fuck,” he hissed quietly under his breath. His eyes had slammed shut from the intensity of his orgasm as he suddenly spilled into Tav’s mouth. Small splinters burst from the crate as his claws dug into the wood beneath him.

Tav gave him a second of stillness before lazily pulling him in and out of her mouth while he came, prolonging his climax. There was a hollow thud as Zevlor let his back fall heavily against the stack of crates behind him.

She pulled him delicately from her mouth, kissing the tip of him one last time. “That didn’t take long,” she teased softly.

“Forgive me,” he exhaled with slight embarrassment, his head spinning. “I-I have not had a moment for pleasure in…quite some time.”

She hummed to herself, wiping the side of her mouth with her sleeve.  “Please don’t be embarrassed,” she reassured the tiefling, letting her hands linger on his thighs as she stood up. “It’s fine.”

Zevlor eventually found the strength to stand, Tav offering support as they straightened themselves up.

“You made this old tiefling feel young again,” he said, running his hand through his hair.

She smiled, taking his hand in hers to pull him down to her, kissing his cheek affectionately. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she whispered under half-lidded eyes as she left the content and relaxed Hellrider to return to her tent.