• [SUMMARY] You serve the House of Hades as a shade maid. However, despite your position, you couldn't help but have a crush on Zagreus. And you didn't even know that he felt the same way about you.
• [WARNINGS] nsfw, fluff and smut, love confession, dom!reader, sub!zagreus
• [WORDS] 1,8k
Zagreus' chamber were always a disaster. Everyone knew it. And even though he insisted that nobody should clean them, you just couldn't resist peeking in from time to time. And then, you were only a maid of the House of Hades, just like Dusa, your friend. Another wandering soul whose job was to keep the endless halls tidy while shades passed through like living fog. And yet, among the thousands of the dead who drifted through the corridors, it was impossible not to notice the Prince of the Underworld.
It still confused you how someone so high-born had even noticed you at all. You were just a shade maid carrying feather dusters and folded linens, yet you’d caught him watching you out of the corner of his eye more than once; when you cleaned near the doorway of his room. The looks weren’t cold or disdainful, but of interest.
Which made your stomach flutter every time. Zagreus barely ever slowed down long enough to talk to anyone, yet when you did cross paths by the grand hall where he welcomed you all again and again without rest, he’d always offer brief, hurried conversations. His kindness, so different from that of his terrifying father, had gradually won a place in your heart.
So when you finally slipped into his chamber with a duster in hand, you weren’t surprised by the mess awaiting you. The bed was a chaotic tangle of sheets, the decorative trophies like cyclops horns and gorgon skulls were sat crooked and dusty on the shelves, and a fine layer of grime coated every surface. You got to work immediately, removing the curiosities one by one, wiping down the shelves until they shone, placing each item carefully back where it belonged. The neglected table followed, papers straightened and ink bottles lined up at attention.
Last came the bed. You smoothed the covers, fluffing the impossibly soft pillows, ones Zagreus didn’t even bother to appreciate. Then you remembered; sleep wasn’t exactly a necessity down here. Neither was eating. Or drinking. Underworld perks.
You were just tucking in the last corner when footsteps echoed behind you. Your heart jumped straight into your throat. You turned abruptly and there he was.
Zagreus stood in the doorway, fresh from battle from the last reckless escape attempt. Dark hair was drenched in blood, and crimson streaks still ran down his pale face and stained his clothes. Yet he wasn’t scowling. He was smiling at you.
“I-I’m so sorry, Your Highness.” you rushed out, dropping into a stiff bow. “I know you don’t like anyone cleaning your room…”
“You didn’t have to bother.” He waved a hand lazily while brushing blood-damp strands of hair from his eyes.
Your cheeks burned as you straightened, suddenly very aware of how close he was now. No weapons drawn, no rush to leave. Just Zagreus standing a few feet away, studying you with that unreadable gaze.
“Dusa’s friend, right?” he asked casually.
“That’s me, Prince.” You nodded.
He winced.
“Please, let’s skip the formal stuff. Just call me Zagreus, alright?”
Another nod. Your nerves were tying themselves into knots.
“Well, Zagreus… if you’ll excuse me, I’m done here.” You grabbed the duster from the bed and started toward the door.
“Wait.”
He caught your wrist gently. The contact alone made your breath hitch. You turned back to him, confused, meeting his piercing and intimidating red eye.
“I mean,” Zagreus swallowed. “I’d like you to stay. I can’t believe I’m saying this… but I’m exhausted. And some company would be nice.”
Exhausted? The Prince of the Underworld? Your heart beating louder than the distant cries of the creatures of Tartarus. His gaze locked with yours, steady, and you knew he was being completely genuine.
"I know I don't spend much time here," he said quietly. "but I wanted you to know that you're one of the few people who really cares about me." His voice was warm and sincere.
His words loosened something in you. Seeing Zagreus open up to you made you feel safer than you ever had in his presence.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just doing my job.”
Yeah. Smooth. Really smooth.
Zagreus let out a soft laugh.
“Yeah, it´s your job. But you don’t have to pretend with me.”
“What do you mean?”
“The way you look at me every time I come back says more than words ever could.”
“I- Ah…”
Your nerves flared again. He had you completely cornered. All that was missing was someone shouting through the halls that a shade maid had fallen for the Prince of the Underworld.
“And even if that were true, it wouldn’t change anything.” You tried to argue with him, but he was more sly.
“That’s what you think.”
Zagreus leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek. And just like that, every plan, every careful secret you’d kept, shattered. You couldn’t believe this was happening. All that time hiding your feelings for someone who would never return them, but now he had shown it to you.
Before you could overthink it, the words slipped out your mouth:
“Kiss me. Again.”
A slow smile spread across his lips. He wasn't going to miss this opportunity either.
His hands slid down your neck and he took a deep breath before your lips touched. He pulled you toward him, pressing his lips against yours with such intensity that all your thoughts collapsed. Zagreus' hands slid down your arms until they rested on your lower back, and he pulled you even closer to him.
You parted your lips without really meaning to, and he took it as permission. His kiss became bolder, his movements more confident, guided by a desire that was now impossible to hide.
Without warning, Zagreus lifted you up and gently laid you down on the freshly made bed. You barely had time to gasp before he was back on top of you, stealing your breath away once more. His hands explored your body with slow, deliberate movements, tracing it as if it were uncharted territory. His lips slid from your mouth to your neck, leaving warm, lingering kisses that made a soft moan escape from your throat. Zagreus heard it. That little smile of satisfaction showed up again as he continued to place sweet kisses on your breasts and slowly moved down to your belly, where the kisses drove you wild with pleasure.
“Do you want me to continue?” Zagreus asked before doing anything.
A smiling gaze combined with pleading eyes stared at you, demanding an immediate response. You never thought you would see Zagreus like this; it was as if he had revealed his other side to you, a wild side that was equally defenseless. And, in one way or another, you found it irresistibly attractive.
“Yeah, please, I need you to continue.”
He didn’t hesitate this time.
Your lips met again, the atmosphere becoming more intense and intoxicating. The daring nature of the situation led you, without thinking, to gently place your hand on his crotch until you felt his cock through his tunic. You withdrew your hand, embarrassed by your action. Zagreus let out a small chuckle along with a groan.
He was hard, very hard.
“Yeah.” he murmured, smirking. “I might need a little help here.”
However, somehow, courage surged through you. You flipped him onto his back, climbing over him as he stared up in surprised delight. You wanted to get down to business, so you took off his red tunic and he did the same to you; both completely naked before each other's gaze.
"Oh, girl.” Zagreus was left breathless when you performed that move, now at your mercy. “You're really surprising me.”
Then, sitting on his lap, your bare pussy brushed against his cock with a wet back-and-forth motion. Zagreus, breathless, leaned his body toward yours in response and placed both hands on your hips with a firm grip. Every sound Zagreus made only turned you on more: his gasps, his broken moans, the sharp intake of breath every time your movements became more daring.
You were both burning inside, and there was no denying what you wanted at that moment.
“Fuck, you are driving me crazy.” he whispered with heavy breathing. “I really need to be inside you.”
You needed him too.
In the correct position, you took his cock inside you and couldn't help but let out a deep moan. You began to rock back and forth, and the movements enveloped you both in an atmosphere of pleasure. You never thought you would be able to experience so many sensations. Each moan from Zagreus was even more satisfying to your body, and the rocking motion consumed you. Your body throbbed like a burning flame, capable of setting Zagreus on fire with just a light touch.
He pulled you toward him, digging his fingers into your waist, and you responded with desperate movements that made him gasp deeply. You gently caressed his chest, biting your lower lip to suppress any sound you might make. You were torn by the thought of what would happen if someone discovered you, even though Zagreus seemed to be enjoying himself and unaware of it. But that thought didn’t top you from continuing to enjoy Zagreus's company.
The heat of his cock pounding inside you made your entire body tremble. You were sure that at some point you had uttered his name in a loud, sonorous moan when you finally reached that climax; an orgasm that washed over you like a wave of pleasure. Zagreus followed you immediately, you knew it from his grunt and from the heat he brought inside you when he came.
Both of you, exhausted, released all your pent-up arousal. And when it ended, Zagreus held you close as your trembling slowed, carefully easing you down beside him. You shared silent, breathless stares, hearts still racing in sync.
You couldn’t believe what had just happened, you literally had sex with the Prince of the Underworld. The mere thought of it made your pulse race, not only with happiness but also with concern. Now all you could do was hope that no one in the House of Hades ever found out. Especially Hades himself.
As if Zagreus had read your mind, he pulled you toward him, wrapping an arm around you and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. The gesture was so tender that it brought a smile to your face.
"Hey, just so you know... I don't want you to think this was a whim, or just some impulsive thing." He murmured, being completely honest in his words.
You lifted your head to look at him, searching his gaze. That red eye of his no longer seemed so intimidating to you.
“I liked it. And… I like you.” you admitted quietly. “I just… What about everyone else? I don’t want them to know. And definitely not your father.”
Zagreus let out a soft, carefree laugh as his fingers caressed your cheek and his thumb paused near your lips.
"I think this is the least of my father's worries."
Those words calmed your thoughts. What could possibly go wrong?
Zagreus SFW and NSFW alphabets ♥️, for my friend @ember1224
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SFW alphabet
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Zagreus is extremely affectionate to his friends, as we see in the game, he offers you as much nectar as you’ll accept, and once you stop accepting nectar he’s giving you Ambrosia until you demand he stops.
Zagreus also shows his affection by standing close to you, or having a hand on your shoulder as you walk together.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Oh if you’re his best friend you’re going to get so much gossip.
He will tell you anything and everything- Achilles and Patroclus have a small argument? You know every detail before even Hermes does. Charon was caught being affectionate to Hermes? You’re helping him spread the news across the house.
You’d undoubtably meet him by being a servant to the house, someone he’s known for a long time and already has a small bond with.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Zagreus adores cuddling, he cuddles by literally yanking you into his lap, putting his head on your shoulder while he yaps about his day/night. He’s so giddy about it, arms loosely around you as he holds a new book of legends and myths that he’s had edited and he’s reading it to you.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Zagreus is absolutely down to settle down with a partner, the only bad part is he’s very uh… well he has no culinary skills and his ‘cleaning’ is mostly shoving clothes under his bed and into whatever crevices he can find.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Zagreus would definitely be far more polite than most when it comes to breaking up. He’d probably bring you into his room and apologize, comforting that it wasn’t your fault but he’s just no longer interested in you. He’d still be down to be best friends, but if you didn’t want to be he’d understand completely.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Zagreus, as we all know, is impulsive as FUCK. He’d be down to get married if you even show a little attraction back to him. He will commit if he thinks you’ll commit.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He’s uh.. he’s a little dense, but that’s ok. He’s not the most emotionally gentle guy out there, I mean, have you seen how his dad deals with everything?
Nonetheless, he’s very physically gentle, he knows his own strength very well and he (somewhat) knows when to use it.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Zagreus adores hugs, he will yank you into a bone crushing (not literally) hug every time he sees you, grinning like an idiot.
Zagreus will hug you every time he sees you, even if he only saw you a few minutes ago, you will not escape the hugs from the Prince of the underworld.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He says “I love you” very quickly, right as he confesses, actually. Every morning he will wake you up with praises, kisses all along your shoulder and neck, and him mumbling “I love you” against your skin.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Zagreus will only get jealous if you’re getting ‘too’ close with someone he knows, then he’ll basically turn into a ‘big scary dog’ and hover over your shoulder pouting.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Zagreus’ kisses are soft, but quick, usually on your forehead before he goes off on a run and literally jumps out his window.
He loves when you kiss the palms of his hands, just adoring the scars on them.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Please don’t let him around kids, he doesn’t know what to do. The way his dad treated him is his ONLY reference- he will hand them Stygious and try to teach them how to use it if he’s unsupervised.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings are spent in bed- he will not get up. Good luck leaving his bed if you’re there, he’s holding you hostage until his dad comes in there and shouts at him to get up because he’s late for his duties.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights are spent cuddled up against each other, him somewhat flopped on you as he reads the Iliad (one of his favorite stories as it’s about Achilles) to you until you both fall asleep and the book falls to the ground.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Zagreus won’t be super quick to reveal things about himself, but every time he talks he mentions some little thing about himself. He honestly focused more on trying to understand you, rather than trying to vent about himself and all of his trauma.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Zagreus has decent patience, but if you do something royally idiotic you’re getting an annoyed interrogation from Zagreus. I think the only way to truly piss him off would be to hurt someone dear to him or break something important.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers random details about you, whatever his brain considers interesting. He remembers your important details along with when you first became friends, to the last time he saw you interacting with a random shade. But he won’t remember your birthday- for some strange reason.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
His favorite moment is when he first gave you ambrosia, how you put your hands over your mouth and stared in shock at the bottle he was handing you. You were so, so flattered and shocked that Zagreus cared enough to give it to you.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Zagreus is extremely protective of his friends, and he’d absolutely protect you against everything he could. He’d do the same with all of his friends- and he’d honestly laugh if you tried protecting him back. He understands that you care about him, but believe me, he’s far stronger than you.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
As much effort as he can possibly use, he’s going to Elysium, beating Theseus’ ass into the ground, and bringing you back some fine ambrosia for you to drink in celebration- and if you like fish then he’s beating the shit out of his dad and bringing back a fish from Greece.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He has a bad habit of just yoinking some of your gold. He’s gotten so used to sparring with Charon after stealing from him, that hes started unconsciously pick pocketing stray coins whenever he sees them.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Not at all concerned- he’s already the underworlds biggest nuisance and the biggest pain in his dad’s ass. Any worries about his appearance is long gone.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
I think Zagreus would definitely feel lonely without you, I mean he knows plenty of shades, but each of them takes up space in his heart. He’d definitely feel a part of him missing, and would undoubtably search for you.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Zagreus has a diary with little notes on everyone he’s met, usually it has things that they like and little interesting facts about them written down so he knows what to get them.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He doesn’t like someone who lies for no reason- it just tells him you can’t be trusted with anything. He can tell a lie immediately, and will probably tell you not to lie to him because he likes to trust his friends, but if you keep doing it he will cut you off completely.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Insomniac king- he almost never sleeps, but when he does it’s the heaviest sleep ever and he will sleep for a day and a half if he’s not woken up. You’ll find him curled up in his blankets, face down in his pillows and chances are he still has his clothes on.
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Zagreus is so sweet after sex, giving you sips of nectar as he bathes you, gently massaging your sore muscles. He’s a gentleman, albeit a somewhat clueless one. He takes care of you and even tucks you snuggle into his bed before he dares to care for himself.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Zagreus’ favorite part of himself is his hands- they’re strong and durable, after all. He uses them to hold you close as he fucks you, or even to gently tug your hair. He will absolutely melt if you kiss along his callouses and compliment the scars on his palms.
His favorite part of you? That has to be your lips, he loves how they trail along his scars, or leave gentle marks along his immortal skin. He also loves feeling your soft lips against his own, it’s almost enough to make him moan.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Zagreus’ loves cumming down your throat, feeling your throat constricting around his cock and milking all of the cum out of it. Breathless praises would leave his mouth as he loosely holds you there.
His second favorite place to cum is between your thighs, not necessarily in your pussy (if you’re female) or in your ass (if you’re either gender), but he likes seeing the white liquid staining them and slowly dripping down onto the bed/couch.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I can’t really see Zagreys having a dirty secret, if I’m being honest :P
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Zagreus is not the most experienced man in the world, considering how I think he’s only ever been with Meg, but that taught him a lot. He… well he somewhat knows what he’s doing, but he’s a quick learner and can improvise on the spot.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
His favorite position is the lotus position, with him slightly reclining back in a chair in his room , arms around your waist, your legs and arms wrapped around him as he gently fucks into you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Zagreus is not the most serious person in the world- I mean he won’t just be a complete dumbass during sex, but he is absolutely not stoic and serious during sex. He’s definitely the kind of guy to lightly joke around during sex.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Zagreus is not well groomed, at least not until after you get together. He has some thick hair down there, but he’s drummed it down quite a bit. The hair along his crotch is dark, like his hair, and slightly curly.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Zagreus is so sweet, generally he has one hand cupping your jaw, making your eyes stay on his own as he praises you and asks if you’re alright. He is the definition of attentive, even the slightest show of discomfort and he will stop to check on you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Zagreus doesn’t really give himself the time to jack off, but if he’s been on a particularly long run, once he’s cleared a room he’ll start jacking himself off to hold himself over until you can be in his arms again.
All in all, Zagreus doesn’t masturbate often, but if he gets impatient for you he will.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Zagreus has a mirror kink, he loves holding you close while he glances into a mirror across from him, watching himself fuck you, watching your face if you’re turned away from him, or just eyeing all the marks his nails have left across your back and sides.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Zagreus will only do it in his room- he loves you, he really does- but he’s not going to fuck you anywhere but his room. It’s completely out of his comfort zone to have sex outside of his room.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He gets turned on by the simplest things, you could be brushing his hair and say some simple compliment and he’d have a hard on, if anything the sweeter the compliment or comment is, the more horny he gets.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He will not share, he will not hurt you and he absolutely won’t do it anywhere but his room. Zagreus has boundaries and if you push them, or try to push them, he’d be turned off pretty quickly.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Zagreus loves receiving Oral, he will do almost anything for a quick blowjob from you, but if you want oral you’ll have to guide him through it. He’s a quick learner, and honestly adores the taste of you- and might (will) become addicted.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Zagreus lets you control the pace most days, if you want it fast and rough he’s holding you close and fucking you until your throats gone raw from moaning.
If you want it slow and sensual, he’s going to murmur how much he loves you into your ear and slowly roll his hips against your own.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
The quickie king, always willing to give you a quick fuck before going on another run, always making sure to at least clean you up before leaving.
Quickies happen at least four times a week, if not more.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Zagreus needs quite a bit of convincing to take risks during sex, as he’s very content to just coddle your smaller frame as he fucks you. Needles to say if you do risk something and he doesn’t like it, risks are off the table for a while.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Zagreus is a god, he could last for days if he tried hard enough, he can last for a decent amount of time each round. On average he’ll go for two or three rounds, just so you stay conscious and thinking while he fucks you.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Zagreus owns a few dildos and plugs, all gifts from his uncles (he will never use them, he does not trust them), but they’re locked away in a safe and you will have to let him watch you boil them for literal days before he willingly uses them.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Zagreus will be in a teasing mood about half the time, playfully slowing down whenever you’re on the brink- or just stopping and going on a run to make sure you’re ready for him later.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Zagreus is not exactly loud, but he’s very vocal. Hes grunting in your ear, gasping whenever he’s about to cum and if you’re lucky, he might start whimpering in your ear.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Zagreus is honestly embarrassed about any mention of you being his mate, or any conversation about sex. He does not want to talk to his dad or uncles about his sex life and he would love if they stopped asking about it.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Zagreus is almost seven inches long, and slightly tapered towards his tip. His cock is almost a pale orangish red at the tip, giving off a little heat. Hes about two inches wide.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He has a very high sex drive, willing to go whenever you are. He always craves your body against your own, wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms and your body pressed against his own.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He takes at least two hours to fall asleep, just because he wants to take care of you and make sure you’re perfectly taken care of before he even thinks about cleaning himself up to go to bed.
Im gonna be honest i got really tired like halfway through the NSFW half, but i really enjoyed making this :)
AN: It's ab to get a little freaky deaky yaaaalll enjoy 6.7k of dirt!!
hope it's not too terrible :]
*While pronouns remain gender-neutral, reader will be described with female anatomy, including breasts and vagina.*
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You are at a loss.
Genuinely, you don't know what to do.
As fast and lithe as you are in the air, you manage to track Zagreus through Tartarus and Asphodel, only to stop just before the gates leading into Elysium. Not that there's guards posted, but you're fully aware of what will happen to you the moment you flutter over the dewy grass and down the cool tunnels. You’d rather avoid unnecessary altercations. Meaning you lost Zagreus. Meaning you can't talk to him. Meaning you have to wait until he comes to you.
Fine. You're patient. All you have to do is lie and wait for your prey. Sounds easy enough. You’ve done it before after all.
As it turns out, you’re not as patient as you used to be.
Maybe it’s because you haven’t cared so much for another in a long time. Maybe it’s because you’re used to people falling at your feet with just a flare of your aura. Or maybe immortality is finally catching up to you. Whatever the reason, it’s taking every ounce of strength not to snap as you make your way back to your chamber after another full day of work torturing sinners, consuming souls, carrying out orders for the Erinyes. Too tired to zoom through the Tartarian atmosphere, you hover above ground, your face twisted into a scowl, an obvious bloodlust practically flooding out of you in dark waves, forcing fellow demons and condemned shades to part around you like the Red Sea.
Over a week passed and not a single trace of Zagreus. He’s mentioned before that the Underworld works as a labyrinth, no chamber or path across constructed to be the same. Yet somehow, he’s managed to allude your chamber altogether.
Zagreus is avoiding you, or at the very least, doing everything in his power to.
Fucking hell.
This is your fault. Your choice hurt him, but is it truly outlandish a thought to want to stay in your home. To stay in the familiarity of it all. As beautiful as the surface is, it doesn’t have the sparkling stalactites that decorate the ceiling of Tartarus or the warmth of the lava rivers of the Phlegathon (though they should really fix that). It doesn’t give you the best job in the world.
No, it’s no one’s fault that your paths diverge, that you want different things.
… Did Zagreus make it out? Is that why you haven’t seen him? Has he finally escaped? The thought strikes your heart like a thunderbolt, sharp and overtaking, your breathes coming in shallow as your mind races. It has been a week. Perhaps in that time, Zagreus manage to reach the surface.
But Zagreus said he’ll see you soon. Surely he wouldn’t just leave, not without a goodbye at least. You’re closer than that, aren’t you?
Your breathes comes quick and short, your eyes stinging. Who are you kidding, you think wryly as you approach your chamber. With a leap, you gracefully land on your balcony. As gentlemanly as he is, he isn’t obligated to do such things, you realize, pushing open the balcony door and stepping inside. You shouldn’t expect such courtesies from— “Zagreus?”
His name comes out breathlessly, and you blink back your surprise, the door shutting behind you with a soft click. Zagreus kneels on the rug at the foot of your bed, burying his face into the mess of blankets, hands fisting your sheets. His back to you, you watch his broad shoulders rise and fall, his torso heaving with every breathe, like each one is a struggle, though he can’t seem to pull away as he presses his face deeper into your blankets with a muffled groan.
At your voice, he stiffens. Then, like a child caught red-handed, he lifts his head and turns to look over his shoulder at you, bleary-eyed, as if just awoken from a dream. “(Your Name), I thought—blood and darkness, how long have I…”
His voice is hoarse, and as he trails off, you start towards him, brow furrowed with concern, “Are you alright?”
“I'm fine, I just—ngh…” Zagreus groans again, slumping against the bedside. In the firelight, his skin gleams with a thin sheen of sweat. His gaze switches between everything in the room and you, only it seems he refuses to meet your gaze, his unfocused gaze roaming your figure and settling over your shoulder, above your brow, your clavicle. Anywhere but your eyes.
You raise a brow at his odd behavior, leaning down and reaching for him.
“Don’t—”
Before you could stop, the back of your hand’s pressing against his forehead, “You’re burning up. Are you sure—”
At your touch, Zagreus jerks away with a gasp, as if your skin is as scalding as the Asphodel lava rivers. Startled, you trail after him as he stumbles to his feet, frowning when he pauses at your love seat and grips the arm for support.
“Zagreus, please, you’re obviously unwell,” You start, reaching out again before recalling his previous reaction. Filling the silence, your tone is understanding even as your chest constricts achingly, your hand falling limp at your side.
“I’m truly sorry if I upset you before, and I understand if you don’t want to be around me right now. But—”
“What?” His head snaps to you so fast the room spins, and Zagreus has to pinch his eyes shut to shake his stupor. “No, that’s not it. I—it’s just—” On instinct, he fully turns to face you, trying to conjure the best words to explain.
Then your eyes drop below his waist and he freezes. You freeze.
You blink up at him. Then down at him.
Oh.
Oh.
Zagreus, flushed and looking as if Lernie swallowed him whole and spat him out, is hard. So much so there’s a prominent bulge in his tights and tenting his toga. A wet splotch darkens the fabric.
Drool pools in your mouth, and you swallow.
Zagreus clears his throat, “Aphrodite, she…”
Ah. Side effects. Of course.
Your gaze shoots up to his face, your own quickly burning. Zagreus's jaw flexes, face flushed though you’re not sure from embarrassment or lust. Maybe both. Unable to meet your gaze, he sighs in defeat, “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
You tilt your head curiously, “What do you mean? You know I’m the last person who’d judge you for something like this.” As a literal sex demon, you've seen your fair share of boners, though admittedly not as… equipped as Zagreus appears to be. The tent seems to grow at your acknowledgement, which shouldn't phase you. And yet…
Zagreus shakes his head, “That’s not it.”
Heat gathers between your thighs. you ignore it. “Okay, then please explain.”
“I—I…” Zagreus lips part and close, looking at all but you as he hesitates. It takes a moment for him to collect his thoughts, and when he speaks, his tone is strained, raspy, like his throat went dry. “I wanted to see you, believe me. But then Aphrodite offered me boons and only her, and I’ve never relied solely on her before. I just… couldn’t allow myself to see you in this state.”
Zagreus glances down at himself, and your eyes flick back to the boner straining under his toga.
“I was grateful enough that Tartarus hadn’t led me to your chamber, well, up til now. I’m sorry; I didn’t want you to think I came here expecting anything of you or—”
“Do you want my help?”
Finally, Zagreus meets your gaze, eyes wide, taken aback. “Excuse me?”
“I asked if you want my help?” You tilt your chin up, your tone oddly casual and cool, your stare intense.
His heart shivers. “It’s okay, you don’t have to—”
“You didn’t answer me,” You step closer, enough you have to tilt your head back in order to maintain eye contact, gaze unwavering. “Do you want my help? Yes or no?”
You lick your lips, and Zagreus follows the movement, his breath stalling as they gleam in the light invitingly. His heart thrums in his chest, his blood roaring louder than ever in his ears, in his cock, his breaths coming in shallow. When he speaks, the word comes hushed and breathless.
“Yes. I do.”
Something in your eyes shift. Gone is the calm, steady (your eye color) gaze as your pupils thin with a predatory glint. With a small push, you sit him down on the loveseat and lower yourself, the fur rug soft on your knees.
Then you're tugging down his tights, and he hisses as your warm hand gently pulls him out.
You softly curse, resting your head on his inner thigh as you eye his dick with what Zagreus can only describe as hunger. The thought sends a wave of heat through his entire being, as if you're a worshipper at his very own temple, praying to him instead of cursing his name. You're so close, your warm breath puffs against his cock, sending shivers through his shaft and up his spine.
Zagreus breathes, “I hope that's a good curse.”
“Very,” You flash him a ravenous smile, canines glinting. Gripping the base, you place a sweet kiss to his tip, making him sigh, before running your tongue along the underside of his cock, from base to tip, his thighs clenching as you stop to tongue the tip.
It’s as you thought; Zagreus is packing.
You lavish him, licking and sucking yet not fully taking him in. The skin's soft, but he’s hard as hell, smelling like sweat and soap and bonfire. And it’s good. It tastes like you can easily get addicted to him, the weight of him evident on your tongue. A part of you always wondered—imagined what hid underneath every time he dropped by your room brandishing bloodied wounds, his clothes burnt or torn in places revealing just a little more skin. But as quickly as they came, you brushed aside the thought, feeling as if you crossed a line. Zagreus is your friend—your closest friend even. It felt wrong, at the time.
Now, as Zagreus moans and twitches above you, the edge of the arm rest caving under his grip, you think you're a little more than that at this point.
“(Your Name),” Zagreus grinds out as you suck at the head leisurely.
His dick gleams with precum and spit as you pull away and glance up at him, playing innocent, “Hm? What is it?”
“More,” Zagreus grinds his teeth, bucking into your hand.
“More…?” You prompt, pumping his cock at a leisure pace. He’s big, enough that he fills your hand with his girth, and your clit pulses as you imagine how much he’d stretch you out. He'd probably test your limits. Oh, how’d you let him.
Zagreus shoots you a desperate, almost pained look, rolling his hips into your hand as he hisses, “Take more of me. Please, (Your Name).”
Blood and darkness, when he puts it like that… Each crude word makes the ever-growing moisture build between your thighs.
To distract yourself, you duck your head, finally taking him into your mouth. Zagreus groans, throwing his head against the backrest as you relax yourself, taking him deeper and deeper, but he’s too big. Even you can only take so much, you realize as his tip nudges the back of your throat and tears well in your eyes.
Zagreus seems unbothered though. He strains to keep his eyes open, as if not wanting to miss a second of this. Sweat beads his forehead. His chest heaves with each labored breath, his other hand digging into his thigh. Your mouth full, you reach out, and he glances down at you as you guide his hand to the back of your head, urging him. You want him to feel good. You want to learn what he likes. How he likes it.
Zagreus swears he can’t get any harder than he is now. With an understanding nod, his hand moves.
Then he's fucking your mouth.
Despite the aphrodisiac haze, he’s not forceful or rough as you expected, and you’re not complaining. It's a nice change of pace from your usual sinners, normally too blinded by your lust-inducing aura to be cognizant as you (literally) suck their souls dry.
And Zagreus doesn’t seem concerned by the prospect of turning to dust. Instead, he gazes down at you, heavy eyes burning as he meets you halfway, hips trembling as if holding back from completely shoving himself down your esophagus. His thrusts are careful, slow. He thrusts again and again, the wet echoes of noise **filling your chamber, until eventually your nose grazes his pelvis. His dick’s already so far down your throat, you concentrate on inhaling through your nose before you suffocate.
Gods, what a way to the River Styx. You can imagine it now. Lord Hypnos reciting outloud as you approach the King of the Underworld; (Your First Name) (Your Last Name). CoD: Oral asphyxiation by godly cock. Lord Hades would have a field day.
You know Zagreus is. For all his gentleness, Zagreus is quite vocal, and you love it. His cock grazes the back for your throat, he grunts. You moan around him and he pants like a dog. He grunts and groans, each sound going straight to your clit. You’re forced to ignore the urge to touch yourself, choosing to occupy your hand with massaging his balls, the other gripping the base of his dick.
Zagreus's thrusts falter, and you take over, sucking him harder and faster while pumping what can’t fit in your mouth. Above, he yelps, his breaths coming quick and shallow.
Blood and darkness, he’s so close. His vision blurs and he blinks, concentrating on breathing and you. Saliva and precum leaks from the corner of your mouth, a trail of tears stream down your cheeks, and snot drips from your nose. Oh gods, he’s made a mess of you, yet you persist, too engrossed in the pride and pleasure.
Zagreus thinks you look just as beautiful as the first day he entered your chambers.
Before you know it, he shudders over you as ropes of cum shoot down your throat. You swallow, continuing to suck him off eagerly as his back arches into you and the armrest crumbles under his death grip. There’s so much, spilling from the corners of your mouth, streaming down your chin. He moans, pulling you off him. Gods, he's still hard.
As if you hold all the answers to his problems, he stares bleary-eyed as you move to stand between his legs. You cock your head, wiping your mouth. Normally, you don’t feel anything when you engross yourself in work, but this didn’t feel like work at all. In truth, the usual sense of focus that washes over you is replaced with a warm pride, making you smile as you await for him to catch his breath.
Then he pulls you in and his lips crash over yours.
Something short-circuits in your brain, and any hesitation you felt previously dissipate as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. You lost count how many times you imagined kissing Zagreus. Wondered what’d he be like, how he’d feel. It’s more than you could've dreamed. Everything you've wanted.
Unlike the gentle care earlier, he kisses you hungrily, like you sucked the soul out of him and he wants it back, a push and pull that you return in kind. His lips are soft against your own, and when his tongue grazes the seam of your mouth, you gladly part your lips, your tongues meeting eagerly. He groans at the taste of himself, dirty and unrestrained.
Fuck, you want to devour this man. To climb into his lap and ride him until tomorrow comes. Until he's got nothing left in him, nothing but you on his mind. On his lips. On his tongue.
Before you even get the chance, big hands grip the back of your thighs, and Zagreus swallows your surprise as he lifts you into his arms and stands. Refusing to break the kiss, it's a few steps when he unceremoniously lays you out like a feast on the bed.
There’s only a moment’s breath before Zagreus is upon you once more. You gaze up at him, captivated as he crawls over you like a panther, his movements graceful, heated stare gleaming in the firelight. He's tall—you know—but it's more evident now as he reaches your face and captures your lips again, more languid now, your tongues intertwining. His body drapes over yours, encompassing you in his embrace as he cages you between strong forearms. So close you can feel the body heat coming off him like a furnace.
Your arms come around his neck, fingers combing through his hair and bringing him closer. He groans and kisses you harder, mumbling in between, “I want you, I want you. I want you so much—you don’t know how much I l—”
“Then show me,” You urge, grinding your core against his cock, unyielding and warm, precum soaking into your chiton. A glimmer in his eyes, Zagreus kisses you with renewed vigor, something unspoken passing between you as his hands begin to wander. Over your thighs, up your ribs, until he grazes the curve below your breasts. He massages you over the fabric, swallowing your sweet mewls, and you’re forced to break away for air. But his lips chase after yours.
When you help him shrug off your chiton, enough to expose your chest, it’s then he allows you to catch your breath as he pulls back, leaning over you and simply watching your chest rise and fall, like he’s trying to commit this to memory. Seconds pass and you begin to squirm; you’ve been stared at before—your victims usually leer at you—and it always made your skin crawl, which you’re used to, but this…
His eyes are so warm, heterochromia shimmering with admiration and awe, as if your body was made with the finest porcelain and adorned with gold. Burning under the heat of his stare, you bring an arm up to cover yourself.
“Stop that,” Zagreus pushes your arm aside, instead grabbing your hand and twining your fingers together. “Let me see you.”
“How about less ‘see’ing,” You reach down, and you bite your lip, smearing a bead of precum over the head of his cock. “And more doing.”
He shudders, head dropping to your chest. Not between your breasts but above, where your heart stutters as his breath puffs against your sternum, sending goosebumps along your flesh. “Soon, I promise. I have too many things I want to do to you, and it’s a bit overwhelming.”
“Oh? What kinds of things?”
He groans, “Blood and darkness, where do I start?” He kisses just above your breasts as he palms them with firm hands. Your breathing grows heavy, arching into him, egging him on. Slowly, he kisses his way down, his tongue laving around your areola before taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking. With the other hand he massages the other, making sure both get the attention they deserve. His eyes flick to your face, watching smugly as you whimper and gasp, chest heaving. He switches to the other side, giving the same treatment to the other. Slow, torturous kitten licks that leave you arching into his mouth.
You almost whine when he pulls away, but it’s not for long as he kisses his way down your stomach, from your navel, to the crook of your hips, to top of your thighs. Then he’s tugging down your chiton, pushing your legs apart as he lowers himself for worship, as if you’re not some common demon but a god.
Cheeks burning, you purse your lip and close your legs, unable to help yourself.
“Nope, none of that,” He scoffs, gently pushing your knees apart again.
You squirm, “Then don’t stare.”
“Why not,” He snorts, pointedly looking at your pussy.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s pretty,” He corrects, managing a chuckle. He’s breathless from the aphrodisiac, and his eyes, warm and affectionate, sweep over your form, from your core and trailing up to your chest, until they finally meet your gaze. “You’re pretty. I don’t think I’ve outright said that yet.”
“No, I don’t believe so,” Your cheeks flush, and you squirm as his hands grip your thighs. It’s mortifying, really. Such simple words you’re more than familiar with and yet you find yourself growing hotter by the touch from each word. Zagreus is surprisingly alert for someone in a lust-inducing haze. Your previous contractors, prisoners, victims; they’d compliment you, sure, shower you in honeyed words and the sweetest adulations—anything that could excite you.
You’ve grown to hate the overly sweet. The unnecessary admirations and endorsements.
It came with a price. An exchange you weren’t always keen to take part in.
Except it’s your job. Your food.
Still, such pleasantries lost their meaning with time, and you found yourself inwardly rolling your eyes at your victims, suppressing the urge to gag at them.
However, you don’t feel such a way as Zagreus places a tender kiss to your clit. Instead, your breath hitches, and you accept each appraisal with a mix of joy and uncertainty. You’re unsure how much is honest and true, where the aphrodisiac starts and where Zagreus ends as he languidly flicks his tongue over your clit, until you can't help but savor each stroke. His tongue flattens, licking hard and long swipes up the seam of your core, as if taking care not to waste a drop of the most delectable nectar.
You almost scoff at the irony; he’s a god after all. You imagine he's used to the taste.
Then he dives nose first into your sex, dipping his hot tongue into you, and you think perhaps he doesn’t quite indulge himself as much as you thought. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be pressing his face into you like it's his first taste of ambrosia.
“Blood and darkness, you taste better than I imagined,” He murmurs into you, and you stifle your moans because he imagined you? They way you thought of him?
He tongues your cunt with fervor. His grip on your thighs is firm, unrelenting as he keeps them out of his way. He doesn’t even bother to look up at you, his eyes closed while he buries his nose in you, seemingly content in just tasting you till you tire of him, which you highly doubt you will. You can’t remember the last person who went down on you. Your prisoners were always selfish in their desire, most sinners are.
You forgot how pleasant it was, how hot it feels.
Zagreus isn't shy about it either. He moans into you, the tone needy and deprived, reverberating against your folds as he firmly laps and slurps at your pussy. You’re not even sure what he’s trying for. There’s no fishing for cues: he does what he feels like, which seems to be everything. He’s just happy to be down there, and there’s no stopping him as he finds ways that make your back arch, your body jump, and your hips grind against his mouth. You’re helpless, in a womb of pleasure, only able to weakly grip at his sweaty, dark hair. It’s all too much yet not enough.
As if reading your mind, he rises for breathe, leaving you empty and cold.
“Zagreus, please,” You beg, weakly batting his head away when he tries to dive in again. He looks up, lower half of his face glistening with your slick, “Gods…”
He licks his lips, barely wiping his face as he crawls back up and kisses you. His tongue tastes of you, and you both groan.
“No gods,” He breathes. His nose brushes yours, and his eyes seem to bore into you. “Only me.”
Yes, just Zagreus and you in your chamber. For the briefest moment, you’re reminded Zagreus is Cthonic royalty, that you’re completely different stations, that what you’re so close to committing is inappropriate of your status, unless you dredge up the will to push him away. You’re better than this, (Your Name), you tell yourself. You’re more than your nature, more than a demon of Lust. Stop it before you cross the line, before you’re more than friends but less than lovers. Before your heart breaks in the end.
Then his cock leaks onto your thighs, and you shiver with anticipation as he instinctively grinds into you. You groan. You can feel him, his head brushing your clit, hot and growing more slick with every glide against your soaked lips.
So you ignore the whispers of doubt, of facts and logic. Instead, you focus on the growing heat pulsating at your core, the electric jolts of desire that plague you, as you hook your legs around his hips and finally pull him in.
Now, you are simply flesh on flesh.
In truth, more often than not you weren't granted an adjustment period, a moment your victims didn’t care to give. Not that you ever needed it for them.
However, Zagreus is a god, you realize, stretched so taut and delicious around him that you have to breathe through it. Of course his godly genetics would seep into his stature and anatomy.
But you’re a professional.
Only seconds after he fully sheathes himself inside, you sigh, bucking your hips against his. The warmth of you alone sends his eyes rolling back and without another cue, he drags himself out of you. He looks pained, as if he’d rather stay put. His brow furrows, and he bares his teeth, his eyes pinch shut.
His tip is just at your entrance when he stops. Then he’s fucking you. Finally. In and out, his cock drags against your walls as he thrusts into you. He’s quick to find a rhythm as his eyes pry open enough to watch your face, your body language. He captures every gasp that escapes your lips when he thrusts in deep. Every moan when he hits you in that one spot that has you trembling. The way your mouth drops in a groan as he pounds into you with just the right amount of force. Every little thing, he commits it to memory like this might be the last time he gets to have you under him like this. As if you’d never let him touch you again.
Oh, how wrong he'd be. You’d stay forever if it were up to you. Skin upon flesh, bodies barren of cloth; every blemish and scar between you highlighted by the crackling fire of your hearth.
Zagreus fucks you steadily, not in a rush to move on with the run, his thrusts unfaltering. It shouldn’t phase you, but every drag of his cock against your walls is mind-numbing. He’s painstakingly gentle and trembling with restraint, as if you’re some virgin temple maiden who pledged celibacy. It’s maddening.
You clench tight around him and he shudders to a halt. “Zagreus, please,” You reassure him, lightly skimming your hands down his broad shoulders and flexing your walls around him again and again. He whines. “There’s no need to hold back.”
“Don’t think that’s a good idea, love,” Zagreus breathes, sweat gleaming off his bare chest, his forehead. His flaming laurels, long been forgotten, now lay haphazardly on the stone floor, flames flickering to a dim light.
“I’m no mortal,” You smile warmly, eyes crinkling as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close till your lips brush his ear. “Trust me, I shall not break.”
In the closeness, you miss it; there’s hearts in his eyes, glittering in the firelight when your words greet his ears. They strike a cord in him, one you don’t even realize he needed.
A huff of amusement escapes him, and you feel his lips curl in a smile against your neck. “If you say so.”
Without warning, his hands grab the back of your thighs. You yelp, not pained but startled as he folds your legs into your chest, baring yourself to him. Your sex glistens and drips, and you crane your neck to see Zagreus’s cock still buried in you, a prominent bulge just below the pouch of your stomach. Your core pulsates.
He pounds into you once more, his grip nearly bruising. His regard for your fragility is out the window as he slams into your slick cunt with renewed vigor. His cock hits your cervix and you groan when his pelvis slams into yours again and again. Jolts of pleasure and pain shoot up your spine, intertwining and unweaving till you no longer can differentiate either.
He curses in your ear, voice low and ragged. Your cunt weeps in response. Your hands scramble for stability, something to ground you as he fucks you like tomorrow is the end of the world. One settles for tangling in your sheets while the other claws at his forearm as he holds your legs open. His muscles flex under your touch. Then, as if reminded he can still touch, his hands are all over you body. There’s no decorum as he switches his grip and moves your legs around his waist, his hands exploring your back, your torso. His hands are so warm, trailing heat along your skin as he finds your necks, your shoulders, your breast. He really likes your breasts, it seems, fucking you hard as he kneads them in tandem, before leaning down and laving at your nipple. He pops one into his mouth hungrily, sucking and tugging. You whine, an ache in your core only growing with each thrust of his hips, each flick of his tongue.
He barely slows down as he pulls his mouth off you with a pop, giving you a few hard thrusts and pulling out. You groan in disappointment, but then his big hands envelope your waist before he flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and entering you once more with a grunt. Your mouth drops from him filling you so quickly.
It feels so good to let loose like this, he thinks, pulling you by your hips as he sheathes himself deep once more. It’s been too long since he enjoyed himself in the throws of pleasure, ramming his cock into your warm and inviting cunt. He'd been so driven and focused on his own goals; not once did he stop for a break, at least not until he stumbled upon you. He never thought to smell the roses along Elysium, or fish along the banks of the Phlegathon.
You're not a distraction though. If you were, you’re the most brilliant distraction he could ever ask for.
He's never seen so much of you—gods, he wishes he had more eyes—unable to decide where to focus on. Where he can keep his eyes without bringing himself over the edge. He made an effort not to stare at you before when you first met, not just because of your exposed skin, but your entire being. Your presence brought with a magnetic glow he couldn’t help but turn and absorb, much like the demon moth to a hell-flame, basking in the warmth.
You writhe and quiver beneath him, every soft curve and sweet angle out just for him as your back arches. It’s too much to bear, so much he forces himself to shut his eyes, much to his chagrin, reaching around and cupping your chest to pull you close. He buries his nose in the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like soap and sex and something else sweet. Not quite nectar but subtle like pomegranates.
Blood and—
It was a mistake sniffing you. He might just cum from your scent alone.
He pulls back enough, only to meet your gaze over your shoulder. Behind his bangs, his mismatched eyes darken as he pants, the shadows contouring his face softening his expression only slightly. He looks like he’s restraining himself from eating you entirely.
Would this be the last you see Zagreus? Hot and lusting for you?
You’ve heard constant updates of his exploits. There were days when it was too much to bare, days where you shielded your ears. Everyday, a shade in the square stood upon the tall gargoyle statues annoucing Lord Hade’s summons for demons to join the frontlines, not for war, but practically putting a bounty on the prince’s head and offering a handsome reward to anyone that even tries to thwart his attempts. At first it was just in Tartarus. But eventually Asphodel, and then Elysium shortly followed.
Zagreus grows further and further away, and you know he’s not too far from reaching the surface.
Your pulse quickens. You reach up, brushing away his hair. He closes his eyes and his shoulders relax, similar to a dog being petted as he bows his head into your hand.
If this is to be the last you see him, you think, clenching around his cock. Zagreus groans, encouraging you to do it again, tighter. You’ll make this count. Make it so that he’ll never forget this night, even after he’s long escaped to the Surface. Escaped far from Tartarus. Far from you.
“Cum inside.”
He inhales sharply and doubles over, his sweat-streaked forehead pressing against your back. He didn’t think he could get any harder.
His cock twitches inside you. “Damn it, (Your Name), don’t just say things like that.”
“Do it, please,” You beg, turning to press your cheek into the mattress, masking the solemn look in your eyes and a pained smile as your heart contracts achingly. “Please.”
His grasp on your hips twitch, hesitant, “I—is it really okay?”
You nod, “Yes, it’s safe—oooh—”
Vigor renewed, for over an hour, he fucks you in every position he can think of. Slamming into you from behind, grabbing a handful of your breasts; on your side with your leg over his shoulder, burying himself deep into your cunt; you on top, bouncing and grinding until his hands dig into your hips. He goes down the list, everything he dreamed of doing with you now suddenly coming to fruition. It’s overwhelming yet not enough as he finishes over and over again but never pulling out.
He’s lucky it takes a little longer for you to get there. Any mortal would’ve died from the overstimulation.
“Fuck, how many you got left in you?” You grunt as he pants through a dropped jaw. You’ve lost count after round five.
“Tell me to stop,” He sighs, breathing ragged. You’re back in missionary, your legs spread wide as cum dribbles out of your pussy and he swallows, his abs tense as he forces himself to hold back. Not yet, he reminds himself. Make this last just a little longer. Though the words spoken aloud don’t match. “Just say the word and I’ll go.”
You shake your head, your eyes darkening like a moonless night as you give him a drunken grin, “Please don’t.”
Blast— He snarls, licking his teeth as a carnal need overtakes him. He reaches around to cup your ass and pull you in, pounding against your cervix. Euphoric electricity shoots through your spine and down your legs, and you groan in unison. Every drag of his cock against your walls is mind-numbing. His thrusts are quick yet firm, like he’s trying to burrow deeper into you than he already is. Not like you could possibly take anymore of his godly cock.
His grip on your ass almost stings as he plows into you. You bite your lip, muffling your pleasured groans. The wet squelch of your cunt fills the room as Zagreus fucks his cum into you, staining your sheets. It leaks out of your pussy and drips around his dick. Each slam of his pelvis against yours has you quaking and shuddering, sending you careening towards an inevitable end you’re not quite ready for.
That is until Zagreus swipes his thumb across his tongue and reaches below, drawing circles over your clit, his hips unfaltering. His rhythm remains strong—steady—reaching your depths with every push and pull like the crashing over the river waves against the rocky shore. Your entire body tenses. You can’t recall a time you’d felt so overwhelmed, your nerve endings firing on all sides as he keeps pace, sending heat and electricity across your skin and through your bloodstream—oh gods. Your eyes rolls into the back of your head.
“Zagreus, I’m—” His name tumbles from your lips hoarsely. He takes the sign with grace, maintaining speed and ferocity, his broad shoulders tensing as your entire body bursts. Your hips tremble. You pulsate around him as you cum hard, arching and shuddering, mewling his name like a priestess in worship.
With you like a vice around him, Zagreus moans, his own climax overtaking as he quickens his pace, his rhythm stuttering. You feel when he finishes as his body jerks, and he pumps cum into you with particular and firm thrusts, pressing into your cervix as he fills you up once more, giving you every last drop he can, stuffing you to the brim as your cunt weeps, dribbling onto your bed.
When the tremors subside, he pulls away with a pained sigh, and you sag into the sheets, thinking Zagreus is done. Then fingers, callous and rough from countless battles, brush against your folds, and you whine, “Wha—”
“Hold on, my love,” He slurs. You’re too exhausted to even notice how he addressed you just then, his mismatched eyes finally clear. Now, scarlet and grass green irises stare down at you warmly, with heat and awe as he gathers the leaking cum and folds it back into your pussy. You moan, feeling his thick digits slip in with ease. Your cunt’s deliciously sore, but Zagreus pushes forward, pumping in and out, finger-fucking you, a mix of your cum and his sloshing inside you and filling the chamber with the sounds of your sopping pussy. Your hips buck forward as he circles his thumb over your clit, and you can’t hold back the yelp that escapes as Zagreus latches onto your nipple, suckling and nipping sweetly, steadily. Wet squelches echo in your ear, and you hear his labored breathing as he drinks in your expression.
You feel it again, the heat, the warm knot gathering below your stomach, at your core, faster and tighter than last time. He feels so good. Too good.
A tingling sensation builds along with it, foreign to whatever you’ve felt before alone nor with previous partners.
“Wait—” Your voice is garbled, and your tongue lolls out as you pant hard, unsure if you even want to wait. You’re already close to the edge, a mix of excitement and hesitation jumbling your thoughts, but you find yourself wanting to know where this feeling takes you. “Something—ah—f-feels—ngh—different—”
Something feels wrong but so right.
“It’s okay,” He grins up at you, flashing perfect, white canines as his eyes crinkle. His fingers move faster, thrusting harder and circling your clit firmly, and a cry escapes you. You can’t help as your legs tremble, unable to control as something unusually delicious within begins to spasm around his digits. “Cum all over me.”
Oh gods.
As if your body’s attuned to his voice, the knot within snaps and another in your gut releases in tandem. Zagreus groans as you shout, teetering over the edge, every nerve firing as you cum a second time. Your entire body trembles as an orgams so powerful and crushing overtakes you. Black stars dance at the corners of your vision. Your toes curl, and the room spins as Zagreus curses, wetness spreading through the sheets under you, causing his fingers to fly out of you with a gush of slick.
Twitching from the aftershocks of such a violent orgasm, your bleary eyes manage to find Zagreus's form. You catch your breathe, your gaze focusing on his forearm and chest, glistening and wet, a puddle of your liquid slowly seeping into the bed between you.
Blood and darkness, is this squirting? You thought it a myth written by humans.
Oh gods, you squirted.
And all over Zagreus it seems.
Your face burning, you’re unsure what to do, prepared to apologize, when Zagreus brings his hand up and licks his fingers, the back of his hand, capturing what’s left of your wetness before it dissolves. He’s entranced as he watches his hand, unbothered as you stare wide-eyed at the gesture.
Once he’s done, he meets your eyes, his mismatched gaze heated and boring straight into your core.
“Again.” His cock’s already hard.
Oh fuck—
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TBC (Chap 7/8)
Chapter 6 <- ->Chapter 8 (coming soon)
Posted 10/26/25
AN: sorry it took forever for me to update ;P I really struggled writing this bc it's my first published smut and i wanted it to not be ASS. i really studied a bunch of smut and lemons trying to understand the flow and prose of smut writing, which is harder than ppl think :o
Im also on the ace-demisexual spectrum so i didn't have much personal experience to go off of (until recently ;D)
hope this wasn't a terrible smut scene and that yall got a good goon sesh out of it :P
thank you for sticking around!! i'll work on the final (?) chap in my spare time, tho the update may not be quick T_T
a/n: this is a piece for one of my beautiful commissioners!! <3
(cws: zagreus/thanatos/reader, yan!zagreus, yan!thanatos, plus size!shade!reader, canon-typical violence, blood, friends to lovers, small angst + comfort, bath sex, double penetration, breeding kink, fingering, multiple orgasms, premature ejac, light aftercare)
word count: 6.4k
Zag-re-us! Zag-re-us! Zag-re-us!
In life, the Olympics themselves couldn't hold a candle to the roar of the amphitheater when Zagreus was performing. From Tartarus to Elysium you followed loyally in the shadow of the demigod's footsteps, while each spark of his sandals lit up the darkened path to his own salvation. Once he passed Theseus and the Minotaur he would vanish from your sight into the Temple of Styx, though it never dulled your admiration for him to see him leave. You knew he had a journey he needed to make, and it was only a matter of time before he-
Shiiing! The great half-bull's axe swept in a flying arc towards the colosseum's wall, and in an instant the battle was over. Sliced in two, Zagreus choked on blood for a fleeting moment before dropping facedown into the river Styx at his feet. Ah. Another loss. You felt for him, even though the rest of the crowd cheered for the mindless bloodshed. You were the first to leave while Asterius did a victorious lap round the theatre with a chorus of proud snorts–the last thing you wanted to hear was Theseus’ gloating in the face of his ill-gotten gains. They always played dirty in your eyes–two against one just simply wasn't fair.
As you stepped out into the quiet foyer of Elysium's battle center, the echo of a whisper breathed down the back of your neck, and you swiveled around to see what it was. Nothing. If not for the fact that Elysium didn't have wind, you would've assumed it'd just been the breeze.
But the great, clanging toll of a bell and the sky overhead growing dark banished the idea of trickery from your mind. Your arms raised in defense as a tremulous cyclone whipped up your clothes and the ghostly strands of your hair–and in a moment, a flash of light erupted from the earth and a man stood where it had been scorched.
A hood was draped over the crown of his head, but the white of his hair peeked out enough for you to realize he wasn't any normal shade. He was, in fact, the omen of death himself–those golden eyes pierced the name into you without his lips moving an inch. Thanatos.
Although you'd never done so before, you felt an urge to bow in his presence. He was the closest thing to a god that you'd met before, aside from Zagreus. And you knew he was the one that had carried your mortal soul down to the Underworld, even if you had no memory of it; he would've been the first to greet you at death's door, and the last visitor of the living world you would've had before you were plunged into Tartarus.
Thanatos stared you down with a callous glare. He gestured with his fingers for you to come closer, and once you did, your voice trembled out of your quivering lips.
“M-My name is-”
“I know your name.” He interrupted coolly. Of course he did. “You're coming with me to the House, shade.”
“The-?” Thanatos barely gave you a moment to think before his fingertips brushed your wrist, and in an instant your surroundings melted away to be replaced with candlelight and ornate rugs. Your body trembled and your knees buckled, though the god of death kept a firm grip on your arm, sending chills up your veins that had long since dried up in death. You'd only passed through here once and it'd been so long ago you'd forgotten it entirely; the presence of gods and minor deities and servants of Hades himself weighed on you so heavily you could barely think to stand. Your appearance by Thanatos’ side drew some looks, but most kept their distance as you walked save for Hypnos–though his twin needed only to utter a few words to shut his excitable brother up before he could make some crude comment.
The deathwalker led you to the right around a corner, past the desk where the mighty Hades usually sat but was absent for now, and darted with you in tow straight towards an open doorway. Light flooded through it the moment you entered, like you'd passed through a barrier that couldn't be seen, and there you stood in an unfamiliar bedroom; but the one washing his face in a basin was all too familiar when he raised his head and turned to glance over his shoulder at the intruders.
“Oh!” Despite being taken by surprise, Zagreus grinned and turned to face you, his hair still dripping with water that steamed and hissed as it touched his fiery skin. “My favourite shade–what are you doing here, little one?” He chuckled and stood over you like a mountain. Both he and Than easily surpassed you in height, but with the breadth and sturdiness of Zagreus’ shoulders he definitely seemed more mountain than he was man.
On the opposing side, Thanatos threw down your hand with a dismissive huff, the gentleness in his touch having completely evaporated. He crossed his arms over his lithe chest, though his glare was at least fixed on Zagreus this time rather than yourself.
“Thought you could just get away from me, did you?” Although his façade hadn't wavered, the twinge of hurt in Thanatos’ voice hit your ears just as much as it did Zag's, whose expression soured at the sound of it.
“This isn't your business or your burden, Than.” He answered, gaze flicking over to you as if suddenly anxious about why his childhood friend might've brought you all the way here.
“Well, you were easy to track down with this one on your heels.” The older deity grabbed your wrist and shook it limply to highlight his point, as though tugging you around like a doll was the most respect he could stand to give you. “I watched her in the stands. She was practically salivating.”
“C'mon, Than.” Zagreus took on an easy tone and slung his muscled arm round your shoulders. You had to admit you felt much safer there. “This is my friend.”
“You don't have friends.” The younger of the two just chuckled.
“I have you. And I have her.” Finally he peered down at you, and tapped you gently on the nose. “Nice to see you, sweetheart. Sorry you had to see me gutted–it wasn't my finest attempt.”
“T-Two on one isn't fair anyways.” You replied. Thanatos rolled his eyes.
“I agree with that statement, at least. However, I'm more concerned with the fact that you left without so much as telling me goodbye.”
“I left when it was necessary, Than. I thought of you and hoped you'd understand.” Zagreus straightened up. “I have to do this.”
Thanatos’ gaze moved from one of you to the other; silent, calculating, and cold. Finally, he furrowed his brow and took a half-step back from where you and Zagreus stood arm-in-arm.
“Well, if you won't say it, then I will. Goodbye, Zagreus.” In an instant, he was gone–vanished in a puff of dark, swirling smoke.
“Don't mind him,” The demigod tutted before he turned towards you, his arm sliding off for his fingers to ghost down your translucent skin. You were friends, and you'd never told Zagreus about the thoughts you'd had about him, but he could still be so effortlessly flirtatious and charming no matter the circumstances. It should've put you off, but it was difficult to when it came to Zag…he was just too kind and sweet of a person to write him off as a reckless womanizer. He was much, much more than that. “You're looking good, aren't you? I couldn't get a good glimpse of you in the crowd.”
Before you could get a word in, Zagreus swept you up with him into the courtyard, where he would show you his personal armoury and take you up the hill to look out over Tartarus. All those glimmering lights in the distance closely resembled the candlelit windows of homes in the village you once resided…and as Zagreus showed you a little piece of his own, an odd, unsettling ache for what was no longer familiar settled in the pit of your chest where your heart once beat soundly.
For how prickly you found Thanatos to be, he and Zagreus got on…remarkably well.
Sure, you knew that they'd been childhood friends, and that they had a unique bond as they'd both been raised by Nyx. But despite all their quarrels and reckless competitions with each other, you'd rarely noticed two people who were so deeply attuned to one another. Like ice and fire they melted and coalesced with every brush against the other, so it wasn't baffling to eventually figure out that your crush and his closest confidant were dancing around the topic of love.
Love in itself was such a twisted thing; it could be beautiful and deranged all at the same time. It could make no sense at all and still work. That was how you saw it for them, and for that reason…well, you'd had to pull yourself away from them more and more recently. Zagreus wasn't any less flirtatious or affectionate with you as of late, in fact he'd been more than happy to invite you back to the House and tote you around his family for all eyes to see, including Hades’. He introduced you to his mentor Achilles, to Nyx, to Dusa, to Megaera–who was so intimidating you couldn't stop your knees from trembling, yet she spoke to you as gently as if you were a baby bird, even tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a mention of how pretty it was. They were all kind to you save for the head of the house himself, who would demand Thanatos bring you back to wherever you belonged instead of mucking up his floors. Regardless of whether they all accepted you or none did, though, you knew in the back of your mind that you didn't really belong there.
Neither of them had to say it. You knew by the way they looked at each other alone. Zagreus was deeply, deeply in love with his best friend, and the feeling was entirely mutual if Than's cool affection was anything to go by. Being in the House, it was impossible to ignore the soft chatter between them at the end of the west hall, nor could you look past the bottles of ambrosia that would pass from Zag's fiery hands into Thanatos’.
They were both in love. And you had no place in that realm, no right to ruin that for them or even get between them at all. It was obvious now that you could see the signs clearly; you were an outlet for Zagreus to express his affections, a tester, so he could get out all that gentility and adoration on someone without ruining what he and the incarnation of death had prematurely. And how could you even be upset with him about it? He clearly loved Thanatos with every ounce of his being, and it was foolish for you to think you even had a chance with the son of Hades himself. You weren't special when you were alive, and you were certainly no more unique as one of millions of souls that passed through the Underworld throughout eternity.
That was how you found yourself here. Your uncanny ability to move between the levels of the Underworld had, on several occasions, brought you to one of these gates with an unsettling depiction of an eye emblazoned on it. Where they led, what you might be fed into if you crossed it, you'd never been able to figure out. None of the other shades seemed to know about it, and if they did encounter a gate, they would shy away from it as if it exuded a terrible omen. But maybe, if you didn't belong anywhere else, this was where you could truly be at ease.
The last time you'd seen Zagreus was his latest victory against Theseus, and Thanatos was busy upstairs with a fresh onslaught of new arrivals off of the war. Nobody watched or listened when you quietly stuck both feet through the dark, cavernous opening…and the moment it swallowed you up, you had no idea that the peace you felt would be much more akin to a storm than you ever imagined.
The time you spent with Chaos was somewhat nebulous. Time moved slowly in their realm and it was quiet, but it was nothing even close to peaceful. They didn't seem altogether perturbed by your presence there, but their voices were hard to understand in the ears of a lowly shade, so they would talk on end sometimes without you understanding a word. It could've been ten days you spent there or ten years because it was impossible to tell in the endless dark, but when light eventually broke in Chaos’ realm and a familiar hand reached out to grab you, you were dragged back up into the lands of Elysium like you'd never even left. The cool, crisp air breached the pall of sorrow that you'd been cloaked in for time immeasurable, though there were still judgements you needed to face; namely those of the two godly men you'd neglected to say your goodbyes to.
“Where were you?!” Zagreus demanded as he tightened his grip on your shoulders. He clearly felt that wasn't close enough though, because with one look into your eyes he pulled you in closer and squeezed you against his unbearably warm chest. “Gods’ sakes, woman…”
“Do you delight in worrying me like this?” Gliding towards the happy reunion, Thanatos chimed in with a sour look on his face. “I don't care about where you went, but don't ever go there again without me by your side.”
The two of them continued to fuss over you with unexpected urgency; but why would they feel the need to in the first place? They had each other, and that was all you figured they would ever need. Why on Olympus would they ever feel lost without you?
“Look at me,” Zagreus dragged your attention back to him, and thinking nothing of it, he surged forward to catch you in a kiss. Even he seemed shocked by it, but he took it in stride–if anything, it just seemed like he wanted to do it again. “This is…why would you leave me? Just tell me why.”
“I..” Your fingertips brushed your lips in disbelief–did Zagreus really just kiss you? “I…didn't think you wanted me around.” You finally sniffled softly. “Y-You have each other, and–and I'm just a nobody by comparison.”
“Nobody?” Thanatos scoffed. You nodded, but he shook his head in disbelief. “What an idiotic assumption. You need your head examined.” He leaned down, only a cool breath away from your skin. “Or maybe your heart. Perhaps I should take it out of your chest and show it the love it's missed.”
“Wh-What?”
As the word slipped out, a soft gasp eased from your lips at the touch of Thanatos’ fingers breaching the ghostly flesh of your chest. You felt them moving from within, deeper, and deeper still, until they closed around something warm and firm that you'd long since forgotten was even there. Within his grasp a gentle thump had you jolting, like there was a flame that suddenly sparked in his palm.
“Hush.” With a click of his tongue, he squeezed hard, harder, harder–a distinct pop resonated from deep within you, and something that felt distantly like warm blood started to pulse through your pale veins; you watched it, glowing and gold, spreading like tiny rivers down your arms and your legs.
“Th-Than…Thanatos..” Your mumbling muffled in his palm as he brought it to your mouth, quietly hushing your little cries as the unfamiliar warmth pulsed uncomfortably throughout your body. The essence of life felt unnatural after so many years spent in the comfort of death, but you would get used to it, he was certain. You wouldn't be brought back to life completely–that wasn't a power that anyone truly had, god or mortal–but he could give you a taste of the ichor that would simulate it, at least. Enough for the purposes he had in mind–enough for you to feel.
“I carried you when you passed, you know.” His nose brushed past your cheek on his way to murmur in your ear, which only intensified the strange feelings of beating, pulsing, throbbing of a body still mostly dead, but sort of alive. “You were so delicate. How you lived past infancy is beyond me.” One of his chilling hands lingered near your thigh, only to raise higher and land on your hip. “You begged me not to take you. And I…I still can't get that vision out of my mind.”
“Why?” You dared to whisper, only for Thanatos to crack the smallest, most intriguing of smiles, though it sent an unsettling shiver up your spine.
“Because I wanted you for myself.” The answer would've chilled you down to the bone if you still had any. “The Olympians never bothered to notice you. So you appealed to Death himself…and I've been taken with you ever since that day.”
That was a thought you could hardly stomach. Thanatos had thought of you over everyone else? Just because you begged him not to die, and for him not to take you to the Underworld? It made no sense at all, you couldn't wrap your mind around it, but Thanatos never made jokes and the seriousness in his gaze brought about a tense aura that you had no choice but to wither under.
“Don't forget me,” Zagreus butted in with as much of a pout as he could muster, both arms wrapped tightly round your middle so his biceps caged you in from both sides. “I was the one who got your attention.”
“Z-Zag-”
“Enough.” Thanatos’ authoritative tone blew off any and all further discussion–he grabbed both your arm and Zagreus’ and your surroundings suddenly vanished, soon replaced with the rugs, clutter, and coverings of a bedroom you'd grown readily familiar with by this point. “You're both getting on my nerves. Just shut your mouth and walk.”
He led you by the hand through the open doorway to the courtyard, but the weapons and ashy ground had morphed into something else entirely in your absence; before you laid a grand, steaming bath like the ones you'd visited in life, though this one boasted the same enchanting view of Tartarus as Zagreus had first showed you so long ago. And in a not-so-delicate fashion, when you turned to Thanatos to speak, he took both hands and shoved you backwards to tumble over the edge, splashing rather unceremoniously into the heated water. Zagreus leapt in after you, seemingly happy as a lamb just to have you back in his presence when he thought you were lost, but upon hitting the surface your skin prickled and the hairs raised for no apparent reason…until you noticed your clothes melting away into thin air, and yelped as you ducked under the water to cover yourself. Unlike you, however, Zagreus didn't seem one bit bothered by his robes doing the same–and Thanatos took his time to undress before he climbed in after you, each clasp and tie of his clothing slipping off elegantly without taking his eyes off both you and the demigod.
“Hurry up, Than.” He teased, and hovered closer at your side without coming up out of the water. He acted like a crocodile scanning the coast; with his chin barely grazing the surface, he inched closer to your inviting self with startlingly bold intent. Like he wanted to eat you up without skipping a single course. “I'm starved. I'm gonna eat this pretty girl without you, soon.”
“I'm coming,” He scoffed right back, barely even annoyed with so much expectation weighing down his shoulders. Out of instinctual courtesy you averted your eyes from his nude form as he stepped down into the water, but there was no way you could completely inhibit your curiosity. These two were acting like they really cared, like they really wanted you, and you still couldn't put a finger on why. Maybe there just wasn't any good reason, but you had to at least try to figure it out, surely?
“Don't cover up.” That cool, gray hand reached for you but he paused, seeking affirmation in the tentative graze of his fingertips over your shoulder. “Show me, go on. Playing coy with us again?” His eyes narrowed into threatening slits, much like a cobra ready to strike. “Don't you dare hold back on me.”
“You're terrifying, Than.” Zagreus broke the tension with a laugh, just to throw himself out of the water and drape his huge, heavy body over your back. “No wonder she's shy.”
“She knows what I mean.” The glint in his dark eyes sent a shiver up your spine, one that Zagreus could certainly feel when he was pressed up so close. “You left me just like Zagreus did. Without even a word. Without my permission–as the one who gave you your powers, I would expect at least that much.”
“W-Wait, you-?” The god merely nodded in agreement, which left you in stunned silence.
“The reason you may traverse the realms as you please, why you can go places no shade can enter—did you think that was all a fluke? Mere coincidence?” Thanatos shook his head resolutely. “No. That was my power that I gave to you. I bestowed upon you the greatest gift I could: freedom. Just for you to use it against me.”
“If you couldn't tell,” Zagreus licked his lips before transferring one of those wet kisses to the tender spot beneath your ear. “Than really enjoys your company, sweetheart. As do I.”
“So don't leave us again.” The omen himself glared, though with that reasoning in mind, it came off more like a pout. “Ever. Or I will track you down and make you beg for my mercy.” Despite coming off as intimidating in every other aspect, the dark flush across his nose that accompanied those words gave you a sense that the insinuation was there. Neither Thanatos nor Zagreus could ever bring themselves to truly hurt you. It just made you more curious as to how the two of them were reacting beneath the water, because it wasn't all a result of the heat, surely.
“I..I get it.” You managed to stammer out. “I didn't want to leave in the first place, I..” With a glance between the two of them, they both seemed more than eager to hear your answer. “..I was afraid I would drive a wedge between you. I thought I wasn't wanted, that I wouldn't be missed..”
“That would never happen, my love.” Zagreus hummed lowly, his voice so sweet and endearing your heart wanted to melt.
“Well, I…I really care for you both. I love you.”
A soft, breathy exhale escaped each of the men like they'd been waiting to hear those simple words for their entire lives.
“You're so sweet.” Zagreus practically moaned into your ear from his place behind you. The effect of your voice on him wasn't lost on you at all–he could barely contain himself from rubbing up against your behind, much less from caving and leaving a sharp bite on the back of your neck. “...Gods, I wanna put a baby in you so bad.”
“You what?” Your head whipped around to glance over your shoulder at him, the momentary lapse in his judgement actually bringing a slow chuckle to Thanatos’ lips.
“We've mulled over it.” He spoke with a murmur, all while letting his eyes roam over your curves that Zagreus was slowly working to pry your arms away from. “In order to make you a permanent resident of the House, we'd need you to bear the spawn of a god. Zagreus is close enough.” The man in question stuck his tongue out at his friend rather childishly for the depth of this particular conversation, and it was too much for you to even keep up with their collaborative thought process. A baby? They wanted to make a family with you just to keep you around?
“But I-”
“You seem to forget that I claimed you. Shame, I'll just have to keep reminding you.” Thanatos reached out and gripped your face in his hand. “I can do just about anything to your body that I please. You are my shade. You're special.”
“Special..?”
“Very.” Zagreus added with a kiss to your cheek. “You're more like…an angel. My angel.”
“Whatever you want to call it.” Thanatos breathed in close, barely a hair's breadth from your lips. “I once thought no god nor mortal would ever sway me from my duties. But you put that self-assuredness to shame–you and Zagreus both.” He inched closer to you amidst the ripples of bathwater, needing no clarity through the haze and the greenish hue of the pool to see the effect of your presence on him. A cold, stiff sensation prodded your abdomen under the warm water, and if not for the prince of the Underworld holding you up you would've collapsed to your knees in the face of his overwhelming power. “I'm going to make you suffer beneath me. And when you're at the edge, squirming, praying for mercy from me once more..” A sharp, slicing chill cut through your neck as soon as his lips grazed your tender throat. “..we will be the only gods to answer.”
With that, Zagreus suddenly dove into the water with a splash, his beefy arms encircling each of your thighs for him to lift you completely off your feet. The wriggling of your limbs and squeaks failed to faze him at all; he hiked each knee over his forearms and braced your back against his chest, and like a gift you were presented with spread legs to the god with as little mercy as the indomitable Hades himself.
“Cute, eh?” The prince chuckled, his deep voice rumbling against your back with you pressed skin-to-skin.
“Z-Zag, I'm too-!” Your plea cut off with a swift smack to your inner thigh, which Zagreus took great pride in craning his wrist to squeeze as he held you up like a doll.
“You're not too heavy for me. Don't underestimate my strength, sweetheart–you've never made love to a demigod.” That shit-eating grin would usually have Thanatos rolling his eyes, but right now, he was far more invested in teasing the edges of your sanity with his frigid fingertips. Your soft clit stiffened with barely a touch against it, and he seemed more than content with exploring the superficial curves of your folds until you started to soak his fingers.
“Look at that.” Mutely, he held up his fingers and spread them to show off how sticky they'd become. As embarrassing as it made you feel to be so exposed and on display, Zagreus couldn't lean over your shoulder and lick Than's hand fast enough to get a well-deserved taste. Slowly, he pumped his digits into the prince's mouth as a conflicted expression crossed his features; poking fun at Zagreus’ enthusiasm was in his nature, but there was nothing he could do to keep from growing aroused by his lover's impassioned intensity. His cock twitched up against his pale stomach, leaving behind a sticky residue of his own, and there was no doubt that the foreplay needed to speed up if either of them had any chance of lasting inside you.
“This is going to feel odd,” He puffed out hotly and drew his fingers out of Zag's mouth, just to ease them slowly inside so he could give you some preparation for what was to come. “But it won't hurt you. We're going in together.”
“At the same time, darling.” Zag chimed in, a giddy grin on his lips. “It's only fair. Besides, we're going to compete on who can knock you up first.”
“It's obviously going to be you.” Thanatos huffed, while the prince smirked in answer.
“Than hates how…virile I can be.”
“It's not my fault I don't cum like a fountain. You're going to get messy.” The fact that he even knew as much about Zagreus made your stomach twist in delightful knots; you could only imagine what they got up to when you weren't in the vicinity, but now you'd get to see it for yourself.
“Mhm. I'm gonna turn this bathwater white by the time I'm done with you.”
“You're disgusting.” Zagreus’ dick throbbed against your back at his partner's insult, which only painted a clearer picture of how filthy this was really gonna be.
“And you love me anyways, don't you?”
“Unfortunately. Now lift her legs.” His husky command drew a shudder out of you that only pleased him more. Thanatos’ gaze fixated on the soft pulses of your entrance while he lined himself up. The closer he came to entering your ghostly visage, the more your body appeared to welcome him in. Desperately. “She's giving me kisses.” He commented numbly, though the sheer innocence of his observation made it even harder not to look away. Zagreus chuckled over it, but he was the first one to groan at the sight of Death parting your folds with ease, each inch of his gray-tipped length making its home inside you while he failed to utter even a gasp. But it moved him, it certainly did, because no man alive could resist the tempting pull of such a gods-gifted woman in heat.
“Holy shit.” The prince's grip dug deeper into your soft thighs as he watched, otherwise tongue-tied in knowing now how violently you trembled when you were first entered. Who knows how long you'd gone without the touch of a lover? It dredged up a sense of guilt in him to know that he could've been bringing you to your knees all this time, but it had taken gods-knew-how-long to finally admit his feelings for you weren't just platonic. And it somehow gave him a deeper sense of satisfaction to see Thanatos delivering that pleasure to you so readily–one that was mired in his love for friendly competition.
“C'mon,” Hunched over your body, panting, the deliverer of souls resembled a lustful wretch more than the poised, careful god he had come to be known as. “I'm not waiting up for you to gawk. Unless you want her to be the progenitor of my offspring alone.”
“Ha! Move over, Than.” The prince's determination renewed, Zagreus hiked your hips up higher on his own with a smirk as he cautiously lowered you down on his impressive godhood. Though as he was known to bite off more than he could chew, his confidence wavered the instant he nudged open your slit already stretched by Thanatos’ girth, and struggled to squeeze himself in to what little space remained with his lover buried so beautifully deep inside. Than had more of a curve than his did too, which only made it harder to carve a path to your womb when his darling Death was just…everywhere. Not to mention so brutally cold in contrast to the decadent heat of your plushy walls. “F-Fuck, I can't-”
“Do not cum yet, Zagreus.”
“I-I can't-!”
You couldn't fault him too hard, because he tried. He really did. Evidently your warmth was just too much for him to handle; against Thanatos’ growled warnings you jolted with Zagreus’ rough, short thrusts, and in seconds he was sinking his teeth into your shoulder with an apology on his lips while decimating your hole with his seed. It just kept pulsing, maddeningly thick and swollen as he humped the equivalent of three straight cumshots deep into your womb. It wouldn't stop coming for what felt like minutes upon minutes, and there you realized why Thanatos was so stern with him from the beginning. Zagreus really couldn't be trusted around your impossibly tight, once-mortal pussy.
But once the high eventually settled down and he'd reoriented himself–once he could at least see clearly again from that absolutely glorious creampie–your frigid lover kicked him into high gear and demanded he not pull out, even as he started rolling slow, intentional thrusts into your cum-soaked hips.
“Ah-!” Zagreus squeaked at the uncomfortable coolness and stroking against his too-sensitive cock, but Than's glare over your shoulder was too much to resist. They joined in a heated, wet kiss overhead before the older of the two gripped the prince's shoulders, and all decorum flew straight out the window as he started pounding like this was the last chance he'd get to indulge in you. It very well could be, but that wasn't your concern for now. The more pressing matter was the absolutely diabolical squelching of your walls welcoming Thanatos in all his raw glory, as well as the keening moans and blissful wails of your prince stiffening up again as his best friend effectively fucked him into you. “Shit, Than-!”
“You're mine,” The growling under his breath made him out to be more of a beast than a god, though the hand that he clasped around your throat to keep you in place definitely put the fear of the gods into you. Not enough to want to stop though, not even close. “Get that through your thick fucking skull. Neither of you are ever leaving me again. I don't care if the Olympians kidnap you or you're fucking revived, I will always find you.” That last part, whispered low into the shell of your ear, drove out the last wisps of self-control that still lingered in your body. In a flash of pure, unrestrained, selfish bliss, you let your legs shake and your hips jump to meet his brutal thrusts–they stretched you open beyond any mortal, and ensured you would never be satisfied without both of them again, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Zagreus cried out and squeezed you as a second orgasm wrung him out to dry, meanwhile Thanatos wouldn't loosen his grip on your neck until he felt you quiver and tighten around him, and only then did he allow his pleasure to overwhelm his willpower and sink a load so deep you might cough it up.
In a haze, Zagreus teetered back and collapsed on the shallow steps of the hot spring, the two of them still buried within you to the point that your soft stomach bulged with their imprint. Thanatos ran a possessive hand over the impromptu bump, undoubtedly considering the implications of what they'd just done. On the other hand, you weren't sure Zagreus had any thoughts at all, since his eyes had glazed over and he could barely mumble a string of anything coherent…mostly.
“Don’ waste any,” He grunted, and slipped his hands off your knees to gently grind you down further on his lap. The way he slurred every word, it sounded like nothing but instinct talking. “Get pregnant…get pregnant..” Honestly there was no way, with the amount of cum you could feel bloating your poor womb, that you wouldn't be after this. Thanatos seemed certain too, with that easy smile he finally got to boast as the obsessive parts of him were slowly sated.
“You were meant to be the mother of our children.” He purred with a kiss pressed to your forehead. “A matriarch of future gods. I'm going to fill you up with a pantheon.”
“Th-Than-!” That squeaky shriek of yours, for the first time since you'd met him, actually drew a laugh out of the stoic incarnation of Death. It actually sounded strangely…pretty. Soft, higher-pitched than you expected, and tinged with a touch of warmth that you wouldn't have expected from a man who was the very picture of frigidity.
“That's the first time you've called me that.” An otherworldly smile painted itself across his lips, which put a skip in the thudding beat of your heart. There was nothing you wanted more in this moment than to live in it forevermore. And he probably would have let you do so, if not for the cheeky hands creeping up from your hips to gently fondle your heaving chest. Zagreus pulled you back to lean against him, unintentionally causing you to wince at their half-hard cocks shifting around inside you with the movement, but feeling Thanatos follow in stride and lay himself on top of you to complete the cuddle pile quickly soothed any discomfort.
“Looks like I've got my pillows sorted out for tonight.” Despite his incessant fondling, Zagreus’ carefree spirit drew a bout of unexpected laughter out of you, only smothered by kisses from both sides as they each took their chance to comfort you.
“We're going to have to clean this up first, you know.” Thanatos sighed, though his unexpected clinginess erased any hint of doubt or annoyance you might've sensed. He didn't need to smile outright for you to know he was happy.
“Later,” He slipped an arm round both of you to press down on the small of Than's back, just further sinking you in to the warm water and the gentle lull of bubbles popping from the heat. “I still have another round in me. Just need a little rest first..”
“Oh, of course you do.” Thanatos clicked his tongue. “Don't break her.”
“No worries, mate.” His heterochromatic eyes shifted to you with a gleam that couldn't be mistaken for anything but playful teasing. “I'd never break my gorgeous girl. Thanatos will take all the rough stuff in your stead, my love.”
“As if.”
“Wanna bet?” He grinned. The banter between them slowly lulled you into closing your eyes; your body was cushioned and safe, it was warm, and their voices were both so soothing it drew you closer to sleep. It was a moment where you realized just how much you had missed them when you left, and how empty you really were when they were no longer in your life. When Zagreus poured warm water from his cupped hands over your back, and Thanatos rubbed it while asking if you wanted to get out of the spa, knowing the heat might make you dizzy–that was the moment you knew, without any shadow of a doubt, that the place between the two of them was exactly where you belonged.
summary: the prince dreams of blood and darkness, and a warmth only reserved for him.
tags: gender neutral reader, minor spoilers for hades II, mentions of blood, reader is a shade
thank you for the request, jacobthegamer ! :)
w/c: 964 // MASTERPOST
Darkness embraced the Prince of the Underworld once more as the current of the Styx pulled him beneath its crimson tide. The water, thick and cold, washed over his countless cuts and bruises, dulling the pain until it dissolved into something distant, almost dreamlike. Death had long since lost its sting for Zagreus. Now, as the Underworld’s security specialist , a position that suited him perhaps too well, he allowed himself to drift, surrendering to the familiar quiet between battles.
There had been so much unrest in the House of Hades lately. New disturbances, old tensions resurfacing, and now, word of a sister from the future who needed his aid. Whatever the cause, Zagreus had thrown himself into his work, pushing through the Underworld’s defenses with relentless determination, searching for any sign of their grandfather’s stirring. In the face of such constant struggle, the cool embrace of the Styx was almost a mercy. A rare, blood red reprieve.
As he floated deeper into its current, Zagreus dreamed, as he often did, of battle. He relived his final moments: the blow that felled him, the taste of iron, his blood mingling with that of countless other lost souls in the river’s eternal flow. The Styx did not fail him, bringing him back to the House every time. Perhaps she was kind to him… or perhaps she simply could not refuse the Prince.
Then, his dreams shifted. He saw them, his shade. Always there, waiting beside the Pool of Styx, watching the records with Hypnos and keeping idle count of his returns. They were his shade, his alone, no matter what others might say. Even when they laughed at his latest defeat, teasing how the great Prince of the Underworld could have fallen to such a foe, Zagreus never minded. Their laughter, their smile, those small moments of light, were caused by him, for him, and it made everything better.
They would sit together in the lounge, as they always did. Zagreus’s first bottle of ambrosia was reserved for them alone, a quiet ritual after each return from death. They would drink and laugh, and Zagreus would tell his stories: of the shades wandering Tartarus, of the blistering heat of Asphodel, of the endless fight against the champions of Elysium, and the biting snow of the surface world above. His tales never seemed to end, each one vivid and alive, and the shade would listen with rapt attention, eyes bright as gemstones, as though his words were the only light left in the afterlife.
When the amber drink had settled warmly in their veins, they would retreat to the Prince’s bedchamber, a messy sanctuary of soft blankets and lavish pillows, far removed from the gloom of the House. There, the shade would speak in turn, voice gentle and unhurried, telling stories far more ordinary: of their endless administrative duties, of misplaced scrolls and impossible deadlines, and of the small frustrations that made up their afterlife. And Zagreus would listen, smiling, because though they were his shade, he was their Prince, and that balance felt more sacred than any vow.
The dream began to dissolve like mist on the river. Zagreus stirred, the cool pull of the Styx loosening its hold as he rose once more from the Pool, weapon still clutched in hand. The familiar clamor of the House greeted him: shades drifting about their tasks, attendants bustling through the marble halls, and Lord Hades himself presiding over a mountain of paperwork, hearing the endless petitions of the dead.
Zagreus’s gaze drifted to Hypnos’s post, the usual place where his shade waited to greet him with laughter or mockery over his latest demise. But this time, the spot was empty. Hypnos’s usual jabs fell on deaf ears as Zagreus’s attention lingered on the absence.
“They must be waiting for me in the lounge,” he thought.
The walk to the lounge is a short one. Zagreus greets friends and familiar shades along the way, trading a few words with his father, Hades, and with Nyx, before stepping inside. The lounge hums with its usual life, the soft chatter of shades, the clink of glasses, the faint echo of music. His eyes sweep the room: Megaera and Dusa sit gossiping together in the corner, Achilles and Patroclus share a quiet drink at the bar, a handful of other souls linger over cards and conversation.
But not his shade.
Perhaps their duties in the administrative chamber are taking longer than expected. Or perhaps, he tells himself with a small, wry smile, they simply have other things to do. Friends to see, a life (or afterlife) of their own. It would be unfair to assume they should spend every waking moment by his side. Still, an unexpected heaviness settles in his chest as he turns away, making his way toward his bedchamber.
There, Zagreus finds them.
Curled up amidst the silken blankets and soft pillows, their form rises and falls in the quiet rhythm of sleep. For a moment, he just stands in the doorway, the tension melting from his shoulders. A laugh, low and fond, escapes him.
“You missed the date I had planned for us,” he murmurs, the words more a caress than a reprimand. He moves softly through the dim chamber, setting aside his weapon before slipping beneath the covers. The shade’s body is cold against his, yet the moment he gathers them into his arms, warmth floods through him, not the searing burn of Asphodel’s flames, nor the biting sting of battle, but something gentler. Something whole.
Love, he thinks.
Zagreus rarely sleeps, Styx offers him rest enough. But tonight, as he closes his eyes and lets the world fade into dream, he allows himself this peace. Because they are his shade, and he is their Prince.
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a/n: i forgot how much i loved zagreus ughgghghghgh hes so babygirl.... i really liked writing this !!!
Hey! I just love your work! I was wondering if I could request a Zagreus x reader(hades) where the reader is a minor god/goddess and works in the house. Zagreus and them argue over pointless little things and develop a friendship(crush on each other 🤪),until one day the reader has to live in the mortal realm and he realizes how much he loves them! 🥰🫶🏾
everyone point and laugh at zag he has a crush he has to pine over for a part of the year (implied megthanzag too because I couldn't help but indulge myself.)
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You were followed by prophecy all of your life. Mortal souls or those of the divine, all followed the careful tapestry weaved by the Fates. And yet, they did not prepare you for this.
You make an unimpressed sound as you lift your feet, careful not to track any more blood around you while the Prince casually trots out of the bloody sea.
"Another fun run?" You ask with a raised brow.
Zagreus meets your stare with a grin, "Ah my favorite member of my father's staff. I hope there's no souls that need to listen to your daily tirades about standing in an orderly fashion while my father listens to them?"
You purse your lips, "Well, one of us has to make sure this House runs smoothly. we all cannot simply try and escape time and time again. And from the looks of it, you seem to have particularly dealt with a nasty blow. Was it Megaera? Or one of her sisters?"
Zagreus huffs, wiping the blood from his face as you make a face when he shakes his head, much akin to how Cerberus shakes his large self clean after eating a large meal. You carefully step aside so that you avoid any of it splashing onto you.
"Ah, thank you once more at proving your complete lack of maturity, Zagreus," You say, before your gaze meets that of Hypnos behind him, and your eyes sharpen, making the god of slumber jump and quickly get back to working on the ever growing scroll he was reading.
"I wasn't hearing any complaints when Achilles was telling you how I flipped that annoying Theseus' chariot and sent him sprawling to the ground and then you laughed so hard you nearly dropped your clipboard," Zagreus retorts.
Alright, well, in your defense the image of someone as arrogant as that "hero" getting his chariot flipped over was a good reason to laugh as ever.
...that and Dionysus had informed you of what the man had done to his dear Ariadne, and it had not gotten the man into your good graces.
"Someone had to be the House jester," You reply, already flipping through the various pieces of parchment in your hands, "If it wasn't you, a former King would suffice."
You leave Zagreus sputtering after you, as hide behind clearing your throat, you let out a small laugh.
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"That was sad, Zag, and you should feel bad for that," Megaera had spoken, her voice holding only a flit of amusement to her otherwise austere voice and demeanor.
Zagreus groans, burying his face in one of the many soft pillows that decorated his bed, Meg's familiar touch strumming through his dark tresses anyway.
"I know, Meg, I know, but I can't help it! It's just natural to talk like that with them," He tries, only to look like a wounded animal.
The fury snorts, still combing through the Prince's hair, "And why haven't you tried to talk to them in anyway that didn't result in a well-veiled insult?"
Zagreus peers up, opening one of his eyes as he pouts - pouts! - at his new dilemma. After all, despite the usual snark and sharp-tongued banter, somehow, someway, he had done the unthinkable. Something so surprising that upon realizing what it was, he had all but been shoved into the sea of boiling lava from a well timed strike from Lernie and promptly returned to the House with a sore head.
He had realized he had fallen in love.
Well, again. Than, who had stopped by and saw Zagreus' impromptu return, had also promptly scolded him for being so reckless and ending up back so quickly. But upon also realizing what the issue was, well, the incarnation of death had little pity for his plight either. It seemed the two of them enjoyed watching Zagreus squirm (and in more ways than one).
And as he realized this, he also remembered another caveat of this whole thing. As his mother returned from her visit to the surface, you would be leaving. The joy around the Queen's long-awaited return was suddenly dampened by the fact that you would be gone just as long.
It was something that the Fates had long since woven into the tapestry they made. Nyx had seemed apologetic about this. As not even she could ever change or convince her daughters to change what was already set in their shroud.
Zagreus had seen you before you left. You were finishing some paperwork for his father so that there would be less of the workload when you weren't present. Your focused expression had made his heart skip a beat.
You look up from the current piece of parchment that you were scanning, your eyes meeting his. And for a moment, your expression has softened. Only for your focus to return, making you resume the last bit of your work for the House.
Oh, cruel cruel Fates...
Zagreus was doomed. Perhaps Lernie's one hit-knock out was a mercy compared to watching you leave later on.
