#emperor zsan

[ssuperspacejam]

This is. Forever gonna be a wip but he’s great

Bonus! Ifritah woke him up nnbgffgbcdbhd

[nataliesewell]

the love interests of gehennam

[jahennam]

Hey, ya know what’s hot? Zsans, ya know what would be a thing I’d be great full for? Zsnas fics

It’s far too cozy in bed to even think of waking up. You fuss and roll over into the warmth cuddling into your side. Zsan barely even stirs, wrapping his arms even tighter around you.

It’s too late, you’re already awake and are only delaying the inevitable now. You pry your eyes open and focus on the mess of hair buried under your neck. Zsan shuffles when you run your hand through it but doesn’t wake up. You decide you’re bored and it’s time for him to be awake too.

Pushing up to your elbows, you roll the both of you over until Zsan is on his back. You kiss him awake. Gently pressing your lips to his neck until he stretches and drapes an arm over his eyes, “It’s too early.”

“Then go back to sleep.”

“You’re being very distracting.”

“Am I?” Zsan smirks. You’re smiling when he moves his arm from his eyes. One look and he grabs the pillow next to him and shoves it in your face, “Let me sleep.” You yank the pillow from him and sit up, smacking him with it. Zsan sputters and puts his arms up as you do it again until it’s a tug-of-war. A tug-of-war that Zsan wins. He hits you with your own weapon before you have the chance to reach over for a new pillow.

“Knock me — out of bed — and — you’ll regret it!” you struggle to speak between the smacks and your laughter. Zsan stops eventually with that smirk back on his face. You wrestle the pillow back and lay back in bed, cuddling with it with your back turned to him. You hear him mutter “Finally” and you hide a smile in your pillow as he tries to get comfortable.

“Damn it.”

“What?” you ask, innocently.

“I’m awake.”

Success.

[vivisectionmoth]

inspired by this post

@gehennamgame

[jahennam]

Zsan: Do you know why I called you in here?

Petitioner: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic

Zsan: [stops pouring two glasses of wine] Accidentally?

[jahennam]

The bite at his neck is harsh and quick. His nails dig into your back and add to the scratches already there. You kiss harshly at the bite until you’re certain it’ll leave a mark, enjoying the sounds Zsan makes as you work over the sensitive spot.

The legs wrapped around your waist tighten in a silent plea for more. Make him feel it. You feel his nails dig into your back when you do just that. Attention focused on marking him, your hips move slow. You drive deep into him with every thrust and refuse to go any faster.

Before he has the chance to say anything, you kiss him hard. Your hands move to hold his hips, picking up your pace as you kiss him breathless. You pull back for breath and smile at how wrecked he already looks. Unable to smile after the kiss, biting his lip to try and keep quiet, already covered in your marks, and so obviously close.

You lean back down to play with the sensitive marks. Biting down on one of them drives him over. The blinding mix of pain and pleasure being too much and he’s coming. You continue to fuck him through it, loosening your grip on his hips so he falls onto the bed in a heap. Gasping through the sensations only to moan when you kiss up his jaw.

“I’m not done yet,” you whisper.

“Good.”

ifritah | alibaba | zsan | ?

[jahennam]

zsan/ifrit drabble?

“You’re being too loud.”

“As if anyone cares.” Zsan barely gets the words out before he moans again, back arching when Ifritah drives the toy deeper into his ass with a thrust of her hips. He can tell she’s smiling, loving every second of this as much as he is. Another thrust forces another moan and he grips the sheets under him for dear life when she starts to move faster.

“We should work on that,” her nails scratch into his skin again. The pain of more scratches going down his back intensify the heat that’s pooling between his legs. Every thrust is making it unbearable but he’s waiting for her permission. And she knows it too. “I am curious now to see how much you could take if I forced you to be quiet.”

Zsan curses in his head and bites his lip. His quiet seems to be the right answer because Ifritah’s thrusts become faster. Swallowing a moan as best he can, he tries to ignore the tightness of stomach as the heat becomes unbearable. Not yet.

[macomico]

there’s a serious lack of zsan in this delicious chapter