#Orpheus is always a dilf

[kinos-fortress-2]

puts finger in the air

merasmus is the ex girlfriend of dr orpheus

[gabessquishytum]

Hob desperately wants his neighbor, dream. Only one issue: dream is his friend orpheus’s dad. But he’s recently divorced, a total dilf and the second hob turns 18 he goes for it.

hob comes over with cookies when Orpheus goes to his mom’s for the holidays and they got a little drunk and next thing Dream knew hob was on his knees, making him feel better by sucking his brains out through his cock. He spends the rest of the week in Dream’s bed, letting Dream work his frustrations out on all his holes.

Now it keeps happening. Hob would feel bad about it, but dream has an exceptional dick and good credit. Hob can’t get enough of him. He’ll beg for more, spread himself out on his bed and take Dream’s cock until he’s coming dry.

Aww Hob is just being a good citizen! Helping poor ole divorced Dream recover from his trauma! Who else is gonna put food in the fridge and make sure that Dream doesn't go off the rails?

Hob does feel like he's being a little manipulative. See, Orpheus is going off to university and Dream is hyper aware that he's gonna be all alone. Hob, however, has no plans to leave town. He'll be working at the grocery store, collecting his minimum wage, heading around to Dream’s work after work with a six-pack of beers. He's dependable, he won't let Dream be lonely. He bakes cookies on his days off and feeds them to Dream in bed, sucking chocolate chips off his thumb and getting crumbs between the sheets. When Dream threatens to end the affair Hob just smiles and nods understandingly, knowing full well that Dream will be calling him to come over at 2am.

The problem is that they're so damned compatible. Hob’s a nasty little slut, always ready to go again, always wanting to try something new, always drooling for more. And Dream is so happy to be wanted. He also thinks that Hob is the most gorgeous thing. He might be a god of some kind, with all that golden youthful skin. One evening they're laying in bed and Dream pulls out a ring box, pushes a diamond ring onto Hob’s finger before he can even say yes or no. He grumbles when Hob tries to kiss him. He doesn't grumble quite so much when Hob sucks his dick and swallows every drop of cum. He keeps his engagement ring finger wrapped around Dream’s dick the whole time.

Hmm. Maybe they'll have a spring wedding.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

BETA READING OF: Eros

Prompt:

Ancient Greece hoe dream is feeding my slutty mind plus I love time travel trope, so here goes my horny plot bunny:  Reader has got married to Dream and becomes Queen of the Dreaming. One day she mysteriously gets transported back to, as you mentioned before, it's probably post Orpheus' death, divorced Morpheus era when said dilf was looking for some good fuck to drown his pain.

Unsurprisingly he was instantly taken by this human girl, and Reader figures out this is Morpheus grieving for his greatest loss. So after some seduction from both sides they had the most intense rough sex ever. Reader's like, "Take all your anger and pain on me, my lord."  This might have lasted for a while and one night after they had rounds of lovemaking, Dream left because of some business in the dreaming and Reader just disappeared from this era without a trace. Dream's sad that this mysterious girl's gone, but over time their love affair fades into obscurity as if it'd never happened.

Cue the present time, Dream's worried about his Queen getting trapped by some idiot mortal, and then Reader suddenly appears in front of him, in her naked glory, and the memory hits him like a tidal wave. He notices that there's glaring evidence of passion on his wifey, as hoe Dream gifted many love bites on her and his cum is trailing down her legs. Needlessly to say, Dream gets both uncontrollably jealous of his younger self and turned on by reclaiming his love, and Reader, despite her soreness, gets incredibly wet at the idea of taking her Dream, this Dream inside of her while she's full of hoe Dream's seed.

This is in its rawest form (minus the spicy stuff cause I haven't gotten there yet), I don't really like it, but maybe you will? IDEK.

What I have so far:

You spent a lot of time staring at the throne adjacent to the intricately carved marble one depicting the helm of Dream of the Endless. It was more feminine, carved out of the same marble as the Morpheus’, but designed with a softer touch. It was a marble forest, twisting branches and flowers that were inspired by Fiddler’s Green, your fingers always ended up tracing little grooves and bumps absentmindedly.

“Hey boss lady,” You turned your head in time to see Matthew fluttering his way up to your shoulder. His feet clutched the fabric of your sweater and he shuffled his wings, looking at the two thrones. “You know you’ve been married for like, two months… right?”

“Distinctly,” You answered dryly, having very vivid memories of your wedding night. You hadn’t left the bed for three days, and then couldn’t walk right for three weeks. Morpheus had been very smug with the way you hobbled around, while you felt like crawling into a hole in embarrassed. You’d married a voracious Endless that aspired to paint every millimeter of your body with his love. “But it’s not like I was born knowing I was going to marry an Endless and become the queen of a realm.”

“True, true,” Matthew echoed with a bob of his head. “But ma’am, has anything actually changed in your life? Ignoring the fact that you live here now…”

You thought about Matthew’s words. Not much had changed in your life save your happiness. You had only ever really felt happy when visiting the Dreaming, so there wasn’t much you missed in the Waking. The people in the Dreaming themselves had always gone to you for advice now that you thought about it. They felt confident speaking to you about their problems… so you had been their queen long before you became their official one.

“No, nothings really changed… and it’s just a title,” You mused softly walking towards your throne and running your fingers along the warm marble. Warm and cool, just like you and Morpheus. You were an unusual pairing and not one that you’d think would work in the first place. “Alright, I’ve stared at the thrones for long enough, it’s time to go outside and touch some grass.”

“Ya know I think Lord Dream could touch some grass time to time,” Matthew muttered from your shoulder. “He’s been kinda uptight lately.”

“Probably cause of all the changes, you know he likes things certain ways,” You said dryly, thinking back to all the arguments you’d gotten into with him just because he was being a giant dunderhead who didn’t want to listen to you and pretended that your option and decision didn’t matter.

“Yeah you might be onto something,” Matthew chirped in agreement. Exiting the palace, you wandered through the gardens while letting your fingers brush along the flowers and bushes of the garden. “But at least he’s trying!” Matthew added, trying to be positive about his boss.

“He got pissy with me because I wanted to take a walk in London by myself after we had lunch with Hob,” You couldn’t help but point out. “It was London, in the middle of the day when families were having picnics!”

“And we both know humans can be assholes,” Matthew reminded you. “The boss doesn’t have a lot of good experience with mortals to go off of.”

“Pretty sure I have more experience in the human department than he does?”

“Point,” The raven agreed, taking off and swooping through the limp branches of the weeping willow in front of you. You passed beneath the little tunnel of gnarled branches carefully grown and kicked out your foot. You’d been feeling antsy lately, cooped up and in need of stretching your limbs. Maybe you’d go for a swim? Morpheus didn’t exactly like you swimming in the Ocean of Dreams, but you and the entity had a pretty good relationship and she didn’t try to drown you when you went swimming. “He’s still gonna throw a tantrum.”

“And I dare you to say that to his face,”

“I’ll pass I like having feathers… and living in general...” Matthew shuddered to think what Morpheus’ reaction would be of learning he’d said that.

“It would be funny though,” You giggled to yourself, imaging the initial confusion that would cross Morpheus’ face… then perhaps just a hint of an eye tick, then the whole: you dare… Your husband was entirely too predictable at times and you found it very amusing. You were deaf to Matthew’s disgruntled grumbles and continued walking, not realizing that your feet were carrying you towards the beaches of the Ocean of Dreams.

“Holy shit,” Matthew’s curse behind you jarred you from your thoughts. It wasn’t hard to figure out what had caused him to curse, the Ocean of Dreams was churning in unhappiness. High above violent waters were storm clouds, flickering with lightning and letting out echoed of thunder. “Uh, you ever seen this before ma’am?”

“No,” You informed the raven, trying to see if you could feel what was wrong to have the Ocean of Dreams so agitated. “Matthew return to Lucienne, speak with her about this matter. Surely she has a clue.”

“Right on it, boss lady,” Matthew called before surging into the air and flying back to the palace as fast s he could. While Matthew was doing as you asked, you quickly hurried up to the waters edge. Oh yes, something had agitated the Ocean of Dreams, she was not happy. Without hesitation, you strode into the cold water, determined to figure this out. Morpheus was away on business, you could handle this, you could handle this.

When you were waist deep, you dove deeper, fully submerging yourself. The water, while a usual chilly cold, seemed to be colder than normal. Even the currents were stronger, more aggressive. You tried to look around for the physical manifestation of the Ocean in the form of your shadow figure, but you couldn’t see her anywhere. A smattering of bubbles escaped your lips as you sighed in frustration and swam further towards the depths. In your efforts to hunt down the physical manifestation of the Ocean of Dreams, you failed to notice that the currents were getting far too strong for you to swim through.

Now, you didn’t need to breath oxygen thank to Morpheus making you immortal… but it wasn’t exactly comfortable holding your breath, or accidentally inhaling the salty water. So when your body began getting tossed and turned like you were in a hamster ball and it was being shaken, you started panicking. Floundering, the water around you began shifting from chilly cold to warm… and then back again. Your arms cartwheeled through the salt water until the temperature stayed warm and a bright light appeared. The storm must have finally disappeared!

You kicked your way towards the surface, hoping that Lucienne would know why the Ocean of Dreams had gotten so upset and the weather so irritable. The moment your face broke the surface you knew that something was very wrong.

First, it was way to hot for you to be in the dreaming. Second, it didn’t sound like you were in the dreaming. Third? When you opened your eyes you were most definitely not in the Dreaming!

“Oh shit,”

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You spent a solid five minutes panicking about the fact that you were most definitely not in the Dreaming anymore. Morpheus was going to go ballistic when he found out. Then your panic increased because you didn’t know where you were, and you were in the middle of an ocean! At least you could see land, but it was a distance away from you. Still coming to grips with what you were dealing with because hello, some magic fuckery had just occurred and you were not kosher with it, you paddled towards a weird looking boat in the distance.

As you grew closer, you could hear shouting in a language you didn’t quite understand, and the sounds of screaming. Focusing on the words, the power Morpheus imbued within you shifted the stage words until you could understand them. Greek. A child had fallen overboard. Your eyes dropped to the water and you spotted a dark haired child splashing around violently. You didn’t think twice about quickly swimming towards the child as they disappeared beneath the surface of the water.

Dipping back below the oceans surface, you swam your way over to the squirming child, a girl. She was wrapped up in a beautiful white cloth that was currently hindering her ability to swim. You made to her and wrapped your arms around her thin body before looking up and kicking your way back to the surface. When your head broke the surface, you made sure you pulled the child up so her head too, was above the chops waters.

She was clutching your forearm in a death grip, nails digging into your flesh. You were glad that she wasn’t trying to claw her way on top of you. Spitting out ocean water you’d accidentally swallowed, you began carefully side stroking your way over to the odd boat. You weren’t sure what was going to happen, given that people didn’t just appear it the middle of the ocean. As it turned out, luck was on your side and the greeks who hauled you and the little girl up onto the ship were entirely convinced that you were some lost noble… all because of of the clothes you wore.

Apparently only the rich and noble people of Greece could afford to wear purple clothing.

The boat was taking the little girl, a daughter of one of the nobles in Athens (how the hell did you end up in Ancient Greece?), home after visiting her aunt in Crete. She’d accidentally tumbled over the side and now refused to let you go for fear of a repeated event. So you were awkwardly standing around in your ‘strange clothes’ while the little girl held onto you like a baby monkey. At least when the boat docked at the harbor to the ancient city of Athens, in all its blazing glory, you were offered a cloak to cover your strange clothing.

Clearly the little girl you’d rescued came from a very rich family, because the carriage that you’d been herded into was lavish. You sat inside it while there were warriors on horses surrounding, and spent a good twenty minutes trying to think of what the hell you were going to do because this was way out of your realm of expertise.

“What is your name?” Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Well, they already thought you were some lost noble or princess… might as well play it off as some greek god blessing or something… hopefully the gods wouldn’t be too upset with you. Not that they would be able to raise hand towards an Endless’ wife…

“You may call me Elpis,” You told the little girl. “What is yours?”

“Kynna, are you the great spirit Elpis mama told me about?” Soft brown eyes gazed at you with such reverence, you wanted to say yes and make her dreams come true. But you couldn’t exactly claim to be someone you were not. You stroked your hand over her still damp hair.

“I’m afraid it is only a name sake,” You replied, lifting your gaze to see several grand buildings pass by as the carriage rattled and shook. “I was lost at sea but the gods brought me to you.”

“Well if you’re lost… you can just live with us!” Kynna exclaimed with a wide beaming smile. “Panathenaia is starting tomorrow, they’ll be lots of parties and pretty dresses, and we get to give a new peplos to Athena!”

“I don’t think that will be up to me,” Your words didn’t hinder the excited babbles of Kynna, and while she continued to talk animatedly, you mulled over what you were going to say when you got to your destination.

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You didn’t have to say much, the greek noble woman of Kinna’s family, along with the other aristocratic women from surrounding families living in the housing surrounding the communal living space and baths, were entirely convinced you were an aristocrat who had some how fallen overboard and lost her most of her memory. You were fine playing amnesiac as it meant less questions. You just had to get used to a different lifestyle while you tried to figure out what the hell had happened to you.

A circle of woman around your age, Merope, Agapia, and Helike, had taken you under their wing while servants scurried about in preparation for the Panathenaia. Your modern clothes had been ditched for a silk peplum that draped around your body and showed skin in several places, and you’d been adorned with a multitude of jewelry by Kynna’s father for saving his little girl. In essence, you looked exactly like the woman everyone thought you to be: Elpis, a greek aristocrat with amnesia.

You’d spent the first couple of days hiding out in Kynna’s household, not sure of yourself and not wanting to make trouble for the family, but your trio of new friends had convinced you to come out to the communal space on the promise of seeing several handsome men and enjoyable drink and food. Eye candy and snacks, you were down for that. So you were walking with your gaggle of friends and contributing to the objectification of several fine greek men who had arrived home for the Panathenaia, when Merope had wanted to visit the sun room to see what special guests had arrived.

“Oh I heard Theos returned from Sparta looking for a wife.” Agapia gushed as she combed her fingers through her hair.

“Forgive me for not immediately fawning over this Theos… who is he?” You asked as Merope and Helike giggled.

“He’s Athen’s most prized warrior, competed in the last Olympic Games and won several games.” Agapia explained to you as the four of you walked beneath a trellis tunnel of roses. She went on to explain, in detail, every millimeter of the specimen known as Theos and by the time Helike was telling Agapia to stop drooling, you were very interested in seeing this this Greek was as handsome and strong as he sounded.

“Oh don’t stop now, you’ve gotten me interested,” You mused with a soft laugh while passing a group of men who eyed each and everyone one of you. Helike rolled her eyes, Agapia was oblivious, and Merope fluttered her eyelashes but stayed silent.

“I am sure there shall be a man at the festival who willwin your hand, Elpis,” Agapia said while holding her hands to her chest. “Because while we all know that you’ve got heads turning, you appear to have very little interest in those we have crossed paths with. Mark my words, you shall find someone you desire by the end of Panathenaia.”

You rolled your eyes, you’d humor the woman, they’d been so kind and generous to you despite you being a total stranger… but it wasn’t like you could admit that you were already married, and didn’t even belong in this era.

“As you say, Pia,”

“Oh, I can’t believe it!” Merope gasped quietly the moment your group entered a large room with many lounging chairs and dozens of greeks lounging around. You hummed in question and looked at her. “Lord Oneiros has decided to be in attendance!”

Something perked up within you at the mention of Oneiros, and your head snapped to the dark haired beauty in confusion.

“Sorry, did you say Oneiros?” You asked, your voice coming out in an odd tone. You’d heard that name before, when Morpheus had assisted Calliope upon hearing her call. She referred to him as Oneiros. Morpheus was Oneiros. How could he be here. The girls gathered around you and gestured to a corner of the room. Your eyes followed and you felt your heart freeze your chest. This wasn’t possible, was it?

How could it be that your dark and broody husband, was sitting in the corner of the room dressed in robes of black, complete with a laurel crown perched upon his midnight curls. You trembled in place, fighting against the urge to charge forwards and throw yourself at him because you really missed your husband and wanted to go home. But as you gazed at the Dream Lord, you began picking up on his mood, his temperament. He was surrounded by a cloud of pain that you could feel in your heart, deep within his beautiful blue eyes was a raw hurt that nearly pulsated from his being. Oh. Oh fuck. Orpheus. As if feeling your stare, sharp blue eyes shifted and met yours. No recognition could be found within their depths. He didn’t know you. But he was intrigued.  

“I wonder who the lucky women will be this year,” Agapia softly wondered, the other two agreeing with her sentiments. “They say he is a voracious lover.”

A dark eyebrow rose ever so slightly accompanied by the smallest of smirks, and something within you cracked. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and quickly tore your eyes away from those of the Dream Lord.

“We should fill our bellies before the rest of the men arrive, the gods know they’ll eat it all,” You rushed out, your heart pounding in your chest painfully. Herding your friends in the opposite direction of Morpheus, desperate to get away from the being that you, one day, would marry.

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Your friends were gossiping while lounging at a table, they were gushing about all the men and woman that had arrived through out the day. Apparently in the celebrations, orgies were a common occurrence among the aristocrats and it was always a guessing game of who would be getting with who, or more importantly, who would get the golden invitations to the orgies with the most powerful people of Athens. You didn’t mind the open sexuality of Athens, it was actually a freeing thought… but you’d spent the afternoon and night in a state of hurt with a very agonized heart.

Why did it pain you so much to see Morpheus in pain? It was clear that he was hurting. Hurting and drowning himself in wine and debauchery to take his mind and being off the fact that his son had died and he’d gone through a divorce. You hated seeing him like that. You hated it so much.

“Elpis?” You blinked and glanced at Merope, she and the other girls were looking at you with concerned looks. “You’ve been rather demure since luncheon, is all well?” It wasn’t like you could just unload all your troubles on the three woman, no matter how much you wanted to.

“Just a headache,” You informed her before unfolding yourself from your curled position and rising to your feet. “I think I need some fresh air and to cool down.” Your fingers tugged at your clothes until the pins held up the silken fabric just enough to keep it on your body. “I’ll be out for a walk, don’t let me keep you up waiting.”

It was clear that they weren’t convinced by your words, you strode past them with your peplum fluttering behind you. It was a hot night in Athens, but the breeze from the Aegean Sea cooled you down as you took a garden path that led straight to the beautiful water. Standing at the waters edge, you crouched down and brushed your fingers through the slightly warm water. This wouldn’t last forever, surely, your Morpheus was probably ripping through realms and universes trying to find you… you just had to deal with his past self until you went home.

Which you didn’t know when that would happen.

And you didn’t like the idea of leaving this Morpheus in pain.

But could you actually do anything about that?

You didn’t exactly have a handbook on what to do when you time travel.

Destiny will be up your ass if you screw this up…

Then again maybe this was supposed to happen?

You growled and dropped your face into your hand with a more than exaggerated groan. You didn’t sign up for this time travel bull shit when you married Morpheus! Just as you sighed and dragged your fingers down your face, pulling your eyelids as you went, you felt a tingle in your being and a shiver run up your spine. You rose to your feet and turned around.

Ah.

High above on one of the balconies overseeing the Aegean Sea, lounged Morpheus in all his glory. His tunic was half on his body, revealing a great expanse of his physique and his hair was ruffled since you had last seen him. Right. Lucienne reluctantly mentioned that Morpheus had a few hoe eras. This was one of them. Even though he wasn’t your Morpheus, you could still feel his inherent desire and lust. That both scared and excited you.

“Elpis?” Kynna’s sweet voice broke your stare down with Morpheus. “What are you doing outside all alone? Did you have a bad dream?”

“Kynna!” You softly exclaimed, striding up to the girl and plucking her from the ground. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“You’re not in bed,” The little girl pointed out like it would make a difference, making your eyebrow pop up.

“That’s because I was out for a walk, come on little one, back to bed, you have great things to do tomorrow.” Continuing to carry Kynna, you entered the joined stone building and walked towards her families wing.

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There was another luncheon in which most aristocratic families were attending, yourself included. You had been hesitant to go because you weren’t familiar with the politics of the noble class, but the food was enjoyable and there were several men determined to entertain you. They did. At least until a certain someone arrived. Your attention was drawn to Morpheus like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t help it. Not when he was the love of your life and the very being you promised to spend the rest of eternity together. But he wasn’t yours. At least not yet. That didn’t stop the smoldering looks he sent your way. You ate your grapes, one by one, all the while staring directly at him.

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You knew you were playing with fire. The Endless could see it. He also knew that you knew you were playing as such. You fascinated him, hypnotized him with your eyes, demanded his heart and love with but a glance. Yet you never drew close enough to indulge. It was maddening, for Oneiros wanted no other but you. You’d drown out the sharp sting of loss he felt. He was sure of it. He enjoyed the way heat bloomed beneath your skin when he picked the flower you’d been reaching for and held it out for you to take. You hadn’t uttered a word, but your silence spoke a million things.

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It was getting harder and harder to avoid interacting with Morpheus. You didn’t know if it was because you naturally gravitated towards him, or if it was because he clearly wanted you. Nothing you did rid you of the pain you felt from his. So you had gone to the baths to try and soak out the stress you felt. It was nearing midnight, so most of the nobles were either indulging in bodily delights, drinking, or sleeping off the alcohol. That meant you could enjoy the public bath house in privacy.

So you slowly made your way into the steamy room and carefully unwound the belt around your waist. Then your fingers plucked the pins from your shoulders and you carefully folded the silk cloth that hung around your body. The steaming water looked inviting as you tipped down into one of the pools, and you sighed at the nostalgia that filled your mind. The bath house pools were much like the large bath you had in the Dreaming, and made memories of relaxing in it cradled within Morpheus’ arms as he told you stories of past dreams.

You wanted to go home so bad.

“Are tonights revelries not to your appetite?” You jerked in place at the sound of his voice, your head snapping around to see Morpheus lounging in a corner of the bath. Shit. Shit. Shit. It took everything you had not to stare at his naked body leisurely sprawled across the sitting ledge without care. His black messy curls made your fingers twitch for they ached to run through them. It took you a solid minute to find the courage to reply.

“I do not usually partake in such festivities, my lord,” You replied, a slight tremble in your words. A black eyebrow arched and you forced your gaze to the carved statues of spites mounted at the end of the room. “I am more reserved with my affections.”

“But not entirely opposed as your skin paints a different story,” Morpheus pointed out, his eyes lingering on the faded marks of someones apparent love. Oh yes, someone had the pleasure of indulging in your body. The Endless watched as you flushed beneath his scrutiny, and took great enjoyment in knowing that he did have an effect on you. “Who would leave a creature as lovely and delicate as you, by yourself during such festivities?”

“He’s away on business and I do not seek to control his travels,” You told him, carefully unfolding your self from your tight ball. Instantly the Endless was drinking in the view of your gorgeous curves and faintly loved skin. He wanted to devour you. You wanted him to stop hurting. So you rose to your feet in the water and slowly sloshed over to him. “Why are you here?”

Clearly he didn’t expect you to ask him such a question, but nonetheless he humored you after taking a sip of his wine.

“I am enjoying the festivities, the same as you,”

“No you’re not,” Now that was a bold statement to say directly to his face, and you could see his eyes darken.

“You dare think to know my intentions better than I?” He questioned back.

“I know enough to wonder why you are here, rather than with the men and women desperately throwing themselves at you.” You informed him before turning to the side and moving back towards your folded dress. You left the bathhouse and a very hungry Endless behind.

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You’d stayed behind as the girls headed off to enjoy some time with the men than had charmed them. Most of the festivities had moved to the Parthenon, so you were surrounded by quietness and the sounds of waves. Finding yourself among halls that were usually filled with chattering people, beautiful people, you found yourself missing the Dreaming and your friends there. You needed a drink.

Striding to a table with a jug of wine, you poured yourself a health cup before guzzling it it one go. The alcohol wouldn’t go to your head, you could drink all the wine in Greece and you wouldn’t get drunk. A sobering thought. There was nothing to take the edge off your emotions. Just as you poured your second cup, you felt his presence behind you.

“You are missing the festivities, my lord,” You softly spoke, putting the jug of wine to the side. Then you turned around, only to find Morpheus standing directly behind you, now in front of you. He stared down at you, amusement within his eyes.

“And still you dare to think you know myself better than I,”

“Have you considered the possibility that I might?” You challenged. His eyes flashed a silver glow.

“You dare—” Your hands rising to cradle his face cut the Endless off.

“You are hurting,” You said straight to his face, your fingers lightly stroking his jaw line. “You are hurting, you are angry, but you haven’t let those emotions out.”

“And what do you propose I do, since you are so bold to tell me what I feel,” Morpheus coldly questioned, already very much in love with your touch. Yet you were testing his tolerance in this moment. “If you are so bold, tell me what will remedy my troubles.”

“Take all your anger and pain out on me," You offered with a glimmer within your eyes. “It’d be a shame for me to miss out on the true delights of this festival, yes?” The glow within Morpheus’ eyes shifted from warning to lustful, and you caressed his cheek once more. “Or do you wish to resume your sulking—”

and that's it, I'm bashing my head against the wall cause I hate it but I need some sort of build up/tension

[milfheim]

god of war series is all about challenging your.. fated doom and doing the opposite of it. finding your own destiny and parh. the main big bad dad enemies zeus & odin they were both largely motivated by their desire for control (zeus tracking down the fated marked warrior to kill him, kidnapping deimos pizza and setting the events in place) and in turn, power over their fate. gow’s story turns on itself—this should have been a greek tragedy. kratos the main DILF should have died. he could never escape his fate no matter how often he seemed to defy it by killing a god. it was always gonna catch up to him. like oedipus and his family. like orpheus and how he will always look back. but he didn’t. kratos ghost of sparta chose to apologize and heal and repent and change. this infamous monster who destroyed everything around him changed and grew when literally no one else alive believed it was possible for him to do so! and here we have him alive and helping rebuild the nine realms. it’s a message of hope. this time it does not end in tragedy and the curtains do not close. he goes on.

[whorphydice]

I would kinda die for a fic about your modern hc about orpheus’s graduation

This was SO fun to write, your wish is my command. Special recognition to @hollywoodx4 who is literally the coparent to this entire giant modern au we have. She’s wonderful and so special to me. 

This whole world is, and I'm so excited to share a piece with you!

Please enjoy sweating, uncomfortable Eurydice.

The warm spring air may as well have been a blistering, 100 degree summer day to Eurydice. There was no difference now. The heat made her feel like her skin was melting off, hair frizzing around her face. It didn’t help that she had to dress up- she was so happy in Orpheus’ t shirts that still fell to her thighs despite her protruding abdomen. Persephone insisted however, and she knew she was right, that she dress up for the occasion. Besides, she knew Orpheus would enjoy seeing her in the more dressy outfit. And that's how she ended up in a pale pink sundress, that was so tight around her chest she felt she was spilling out, and emphasised her midsection so thoroughly there was no question- she was very pregnant. She managed to get away with wearing light, slip on sandals- which was a blessing, considering none of her other shoes fit over her swollen feet. For all the poetic ways Orpheus described her day in and day out, the only way she would describe herself was a cow. 

She was fanning herself with a folded program, thinking about how she couldn’t wait to get out of this heat when Persephone’s voice snapped her out of her reverie.

“You alright there, Chickadee?” The woman asked, her own curled hair pinned off of her neck in this warm weather. “Don’t go passing out on us, I have some water if you want it.”

“How in the hell did you do this? And Junie was born in June! You had to be miserable.” Eurydice groaned, running her hand over her forehead to catch some of the sweat. 

“I had a pool and a husband who wouldn’t let me leave the air conditioning. I know Orpheus tried to get you to stay home too-”

“He did and I told him I wouldn’t miss this for the entire world. I’d have to be in labor to miss this, and i’m not having this baby for at least 3 more months. I can handle this for him.” She ran a hand over her stomach fondly, “we can take a couple of hours in the heat, can’t we baby-”

“Oh is baby talkin’ Aunt ‘Rydice? Can I talk to baby?” Persephone’s daughter piped up from her place on her father’s lap, before crawling over Persephone and onto Eurydice’s lap. “Hi baby.” Juniper cooed, leaning her face as close as she could to Eurydice’s stomach, the layers of tulle on the toddler’s dress only adding to the heat on Eurydice’s thighs. 

“Sure Junie B, you know they like to hear you.” It was true- the little ball of energy that was their ‘niece,’ with her curly corkscrew hair and endless joy- tended to make Eurydice’s heart yearn for her own baby to be in her arms. Mostly because it was so sweet to watch Junie murmur sweet words to her baby, but also because those words caused said baby to move endlessly within her. 

“She is gon’ be my best friend. Thanks for makin me a best friend. I cant wait to see her, ‘Rydice” Junie murmured, tiny hands moving over her belly in some unrecognizable pattern at the same time Persephone reached over to smooth the bow in her hair. 

“She insists that baby of yours is a girl, and I have half a heart to believe her. My mama said the same thing with her, and even knew what I was gonna call her before I did.” Seph admitted, holding her hands out. “JuneBug come here, your gonna give your auntie a heat stroke in that dress of yours.” 

Junie shook her head, wrapping her little arms around Eurydice’s middle fiercely. “No mama-”

“She’s fine, trust me, she makes this more bearable.” Eurydice promised, running her fingers through Junie’s cafe colored hair. “Besides, she’s just talking to her future best friend.”

She was distracted by music overhead signalling the beginning of the ceremony. 

The ceremony itself droned on. Speakers of all ages, her inability to locate Orpheus in the crowd, the spring heat boiling around her. She was midway through reading a picture book to Junie when she heard them get closer to Orpheus’ name. 

Junie climbed onto Persephone’s lap, jumping excitedly on her mother’s thighs. “Ophie!! Yay Ophie!!” She clapped her little hands, the three year old doing her best to get his attention with no avail. 

Eurydice looked up just in time to see him walk up the stairs to the stage, right in time for his name to be announced over the speaker. She felt her heart speed in her chest. She wasn’t sure where to place this feeling- pure pride mixed with pure unadulterated love. Before she realized what was happening there were tears in her eyes. She didn’t even know she was crying until hot tears dropped onto her hand in her lap. Eurydice wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing whatever makeup hadn’t melted off her face. 

She would remember to thank Hermes after, for snapping endless pictures of Orpheus, on this big stage accepting a B.A. degree. Yet in the moment all she could focus on was that smile of pride- pride in himself- that Orpheus wore on his face. He worked hard. She saw first hand the extra shifts he took on to save up for their baby, the late nights he spent singing to their baby, the songs he wrote and rewrote to perform for a grade. The early mornings where he made her breakfast before class, the afternoons he spent by her side as she experienced morning sickness into evenings. The mantra he repeated day after day: It’s for us. It’s for our life together. 

Orpheus. Who was a nameless baby left to Hermes by his sister. Who was raised by three young adults who hadn’t learned to care for themselves, let alone an infant. Orpheus, who wears his heart on his sleeve. Orpheus, who fell in love with a girl at first sight across a coffee shop. Orpheus. Who was endlessly optimistic. Orpheus, who proposed to a girl after knowing her officially a month. Orpheus, who every day reminded her how worthy she was. Orpheus, who’s entire world revolved around a baby he hadn’t even met yet.

Eurydice was still crying when the ceremony ended, wiping fruitlessly at her eyes when Orpheus found them, that brilliant smile etched on his face.

“Hey guys!” He was as excited as a little puppy, scooping his niece up and tossing her in the air. Junie’s bell like laugher rang out as he kissed her cheek, before handing her back to Persephone. “Thanks for being here-” He kissed persephone on the cheek, before hugging both Hermes and Hades both. 

“Think we’d miss this?” Hermes remarked, giving him a firm pat on the back as he hugged him. “Waited a long time for this, boy.”

“Cold day in hell that would be, us not being here.” Hades gave his nephew a firm handshake, before pulling him into another one armed hug. 

“We successfully raised a college graduate. And we weren’t even out of college when we got you.” Persephone pulled him down so she could kiss his forehead, hugging him tightly around her daughter. “I’m so proud of you, kiddo.”

“Thank you- all of you. Can’t believe it, really.” Orpheus smiled sheepishly, setting his diploma case down before turning to his almost wife. 

He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up effortlessly, so he could kiss her before spinning her around. “‘Rydice? You okay?”

“I just love you so much.” She whispered, her hands cradling either side of his face. “I’ve never felt so proud of someone in my life.” Eurydice ran her thumb over his cheekbone, leaning in and kissing him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and for a moment they were not in the blistering summer heat surrounded by his fellow students. For a few seconds it was just them. Them against the world. 

When he sat her down and they pulled away for much needed air, he kept his forehead pressed to hers, arms still tightly around her middle. They smiled at each other, tears still running down Eurydice’s face. 

Orpheus couldn’t stop smiling as he sunk to his knees in front of her, nevermind the inevitable grass stains on his knees. His hands wrapped around her middle, as he rested his forehead against her stomach in the most reverent way Eurydice had ever seen. Her breath caught in her throat as he pressed his lips to her belly, a gentle smile on his face. 

“Hey baby.. We did it.” He whispered, running a hand down her side. He looked up and met her eyes with his own- now filled with tears too- as his palm was met with a solid kick. 

“She’s proud of you too.” Eurydice promised, running her hand through his hair. The pronoun slipped out, as a result of Junie’s rambling. He didn’t question it, not now.

Orpheus rose to his feet, wrapping one arm around his shoulder as he kissed her temple. “In six month it’s gonna be your turn. And she’ll be so proud of you.”

“Come on, you two, we made dinner.” Persephone waved, though Orpheus caught her wiping some of her own tears away.

“I made dinner, she picked the plates.” Hades teased, taking Junie on his hip and wrapping his arm around his wife’s waist. “Noone is getting ramen for dinner tonight.”

“Children, please.” Hermes teased his sister and her husband, shaking his finger. “None of this foreplay at the ceremony.”

Eurydice giggled, wrapping her arm around Orpheus’ midsection. “Come on. Lets go home?”

Orpheus merely nodded, as they began walking. “You look beautiful ‘Ridyce.” He started, but turned back to see Hermes with his camera. “You comin?”

“Go ahead. I’ll be right there.”

They would later see all the pictures Hermes captured. Eurydice holding their niece. Orpheus smiling out to the crowd. Orpheus with his arm around her, kissing her temple as they walked home into their future. 

One photo though, of Orpheus on his knees, talking to their baby, tears running down Eurydice’s face as she looked at him nothing but love- that one would remain framed on their wall forever. It would be Orpheus’ favorite for six short months, until it is replaced with one of them with their daughter cradled between them at Eurydice’s graduation that December.

[gabessquishytum]

Hob and Orpheus are ex-lovers who are still best friends. Orpheus has moved on to Eurydice and Hob is into someone else as well. Unfortunately, it's Orpheus' father, Morpheus. He makes Hob unbearably horny to the point that any time Hob spends the night, he jerks off in the shower, sometimes twice.

What he doesn't know is that Morpheus has been trying to figure out how to seduce Hob because he wants nothing more than to care for him... except maybe putting his cock in Hob's pretty little hole.

- 🐺

Omg yes. Morpheus has totally had his eye on Hob ever since Orpheus brought him home for the holidays while they were at university together. Orpheus may have only dated Hob for about a year, but Morpheus hasn't been able to forget him. Hob has sort of kept in touch with the whole family and dropped by for visits now and again, and has graduated from both his BA and MA. Now he's working pretty close to where Morpheus lives and they've sort of started... meeting up for drinks? Occasionally? Morpheus is really nice and they get on really well. He's always talking about how Hob deserves to take a break, how his work doesn't appreciate him... he's gentle with Hob. Really gentle. Hob is developing quite a crush.

When he ultimately gets fired from his shitty job, it's Morpheus he goes running to. He shows up in the evening, sniffing back tears, and of course it ends up being the night when Hob kisses him. He's upset, a tiny bit drunk, and he's cuddled up under a blanket with the most gorgeous dilf he's ever seen... it's inevitable, really.

It's quite a thrill to be scooped up and carried to the bedroom (Hob is firmly still in his twink era), laid out on the black silk sheets, and meticulously taken apart. Hob has never felt anything so good. He can't even think hard enough to make a comparison with Orpheus but he knows implicitly that Morpheus is just better. Bigger. And he practically fists Hob open first. It's brain meltingly good.

When Orpheus facetimes Hob first thing in the morning to commiserate on the whole job situation, he can see that his best friend is in bed with someone. He's about to congratulate Hob for getting laid........ until he recognises the mop of black spikey hair, and the pale arm thrown over Hob’s chest.

That's his fucking DAD. And FUCKING is the right word!!!!

[gabessquishytum]

DILF Dream/College Athlete Hob

Dream is an active alumni and a sports booster for his alma mater - Orpheus goes to the school, but he's in the renowned music department.

It helps that Dream is rich, but he enjoyed his time at university and is happy to fundraise and work towards a more diverse and inclusive institution, on the alumni side (and the sports boosting keeps him from meddling in the music department ~ so Orpheus doesn't get mad at him.)

Hob plays rugby, on scholarship, so he's always attending booster events with a butterfly bandage holding an eyebrow cut closed or a busted lip, a little crusty with blood, and because he's on scholarship, his jackets aren't quite tailored enough, so he always looks one hand gesture away from busting his seams (Dream can't help but find it charming,,,,,,,,and wanting to get him better fitted clothes).

Hob loves looking at Mr. Endless( and imagining him letting Hob hold him up against a wall as he fucks into him.). The silver at his temples, the smile lines, DILF Alumni Endless is beautiful and is really nice to the students who have to work the events chatting with guests. And sometimes it looks like Mr. Endless is just as interested in Hob as Hob is in him.

But Hob is a student and Dream a rich alum, it would be wrong for them to get together. But god, the things Hob would do to, and with, that man.

Then Hob busts up his knee his last semester. Thankfully, he's already got into his grad school program and it didn’t rest on his rugby playing - 'cause he's not doing that anymore. He'll walk again, but playing a sport where he runs and sets himself up to be tackled......yeah, no more of that. Maybe when he's finally an alumn himself he can finally make that pass at Mr. Endless. (And unfortunately, the knee probably won't let him fuck Mr. Endless up against that wall anymore.)

AHHHH yes I love it <3

Imagine Hob’s first alumn event after he finishes his grad programme!! He's a few months into a brilliant job as a sports journalist for a big broadcaster, and although he's definitely not having a lecture theatre named after him, he's happy to make a small donation and show up to encourage the bright young students. And maybe also to oogle Mr Endless.

And Dream is definitely oogling in return. Hob’s suit is a lot nicer now, and he looks very distinguished with his fancy cane. He's a bit softer around the edges but his rugby playing physique is still extremely worth staring at. Dream stares plenty... until Hob sidles right up to him with a grin and a wink.

They chat about Hob’s blossoming career, and about how Orpheus is getting on so well too, but the whole time Hob’s heart is beating fast because he thinks he might actually have a chance! Mr Endless has more silver flecked through his hair than ever, and frankly Hob would risk his bad knee by grovelling in a bathroom stall and worshipping Dream’s undoubtedly gorgeous cock.

Mr Endless would never allow such a thing. After the event is over he fully intends to whisk Hob off to the fanciest hotel in the area. He's a gentleman, and he thinks that Hob deserves to be wined and dined. After all he's been the star of Dream’s fantasies for a while now - he deserves some kind of reward.

If Dream can get him sweating, bruised and maybe with his lips swollen, just for old times sake... he'll be a very happy man.

[whorphydice]

You said you had a long day soooo any headcanons of Ophelia

Ophelia is the LOVE of my life I could rant about her endlessly.

Ophelia learns how to open her parents doors and crawl into bed quickly. Pretty much as soon as she can reach it she’s busting into their rooms, crawling into their bed, laying right between them.  (fic on this coming soooon)

Ophelia loves noone more than she loves her mother.

Her favorite thing to do is to sing with her dad, sitting on his lap and singing into the microphone with him

Ophelia goes through a stage where she cries every night, arms up and dragging a blanket, asking Eurydice to hold her. She caved every night. 

She does not like having sisters. Really, she doesn’t care about the kid, she just HATES sharing the attention of her parents. 

Orpheus has told her a bedtime story and sang her a song EVERY night since he got her. 

Ophelia likes to garden with her mama, and stick her hands in the dirt. 

She will sit on her mother’s hip quietly while she cooks, usually babbling just a little.

When she’s about a year old, and After gardening a long day she will only bath if Eurydice will sit with her in all the bubbles. Orpheus comes home to just hear splashing and giggling from Ophelia. 

EVERY morning she wakes her parents up with a big kiss on their noses like “good morning, I love you.”

She professes love to everyone. It’s just what they do in her family. Very open and public with their love, and so she tells her parents she loves them 200 times a day. 

She loves when Persephone comes up, and carries her around and takes her to see pretty flowers. Really she’s doing it to give Eurydice a time to nap.

Ophelia does not share attentionn well.

Ophelia is hella pissed the first year Winter doesn’t come up top. HELLA pissed.

[hollywoodx4]

This both kills AND resurrects me and I’m okay with it.

If you are taking prompts, orpheus finding Eurydice in the crib with their daughter the 1st time?

Hi hello thank you this was so fun to write. I left the daughter intentionally vague because I was going to write it as my ophelia, but I figured I should stop inserting her in everything!

hope you enjoy!

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[whorphydice]

Hair

 I literally couldn't think of a title for this it was almost just “Orpheus is a dilf look at him braid hair.:

“Hey sweet girl, lets go.” He whispers to her, scooping her off of her bed and placing her on his hip. He kisses the top of her head, bouncing her just a little as she rubs her eyes tiredly. Orpheus rests his cheek on her head as he calmly, but quickly, got her ready for her day. It was something he had to learn fast- between her helpless crying, stubborn refusal to take a bottle, and all night whimpers- he had to learn to get her dressed in a timely manner.  And now, even with her as a toddler and her mother only a room away, this was still something he cherished.

It was no secret that their daughter had an incredible attachment to Eurydice, which was to be expected. It could not be forgotten, however, that she loved her father just as much as he loved her. 

“No, daddy, I sleep.” Ophelia whines, but puts her arms up at his instruction so he could slip her dress over her head. “I sleep, please?” She was two and a half and already had the stubbornness of her mother as well as her preference for sleeping most of the morning away. 

“Don’t you wanna come get Aunt ‘Seph off of the train?” He asks, kneeling to her height. Orpheus turns her so that she sits on his knees as she continues to mumble complaints. Ophelia had never been a morning girl, especially not now that her mother was always around for those early morning snuggles she so dearly loved. 

Ophelia lit up, eyes going wide as she nodded excitedly. “Seph-y!” Ophelia nodded, bouncing just a little on his knees. “Daddy, do hair?” It was her way of indicating that she wanted to look nice- though, in Orpheus’ opinion she was perfect in every state- when she saw Persephone for the first time in half a year. Half a year, which to a toddler, was much of her life. 

He had been ready for the request, before she even said it. 

Orpheus had a brush in one hand, and hair ties on the opposite wrist, as he started to gently comb through Ophelia’s curls. With a practiced, musicians hand he gave her a little braid on the top of her hair, sectioning the left top section into one braid, while making sure the right side was even as well. He created these two tiny braids and secured them, leaving the rest of her curly hair falling down to his shoulders.

He can remember Persephone’s patience, in the early days of his time with Ophelia, where she sat down infront of him and taught him to braid on her own hair. If he could handle the goddess’s long mane, Ophelia’s was a piece of cake. She would be so proud to see his practiced handiwork today. 

It was their thing. Had been since she was placed in his arms and fussed her way through their first weeks. He learned to do her hair when she was young enough that she would never have to worry about it. She would never have to miss out on the intricate styles of her classmates- she was going to have enough trouble without a mother, and Orpheus wanted to prevent any further heartache. So he learned, learned so early that she had no hair to practice on. And now, even with his wife asleep in their bed, he cherished the mornings with Ophelia.

Mornings where he could wake her, and simply smile at her little grumpy face. 

Mornings where he could sing her songs through breakfast, and slip on tiny socks on her feet.

Mornings where he could sit with her and brush through her little curls over and over, so they were soft and framing her face. 

He wouldn’t trade Eurydice’s presence for the world, and basked in the moments they did it together, and was especially grateful when he got called to help Hermes or Persephone early in the day. 

There was something about mornings like this, though, where it was him and this little, spunky version of his wife, that really settled in his heart.

This was the kind of joy he could write music about forever. He’d never get tired of singing about his girls and the light they were in his life. 

“There you go, O.” He tells her, standing her up and turning her to face him. He brushes the hem of her little floral dress down, and curls the pieces of hair that frame her face around his finger. His finger boops her nose and she laughs- that beautiful, shining laugh that is better than any song in the world. 

Orpheus stands and holds his hand out to take hers, though she held her arms up stubbornly in her insistence to be carried.

Oh just carry her, Orpheus. One of these days she won’t let you.

“Come on, we don’t want to miss her.” He tells the toddler as he scoops her up. Ophelia pulls on his bandana until it is free in her hand. She tries to tie it around her own neck, with a childish grin. 

Orpheus helps her, the brilliant red standing out against her black and white dress and beautifully dark hair. 

“Are you ready now, baby?” He teases, checking the clock. They were going to be fine.

She nods, giving him a toothy little smile that made her chubby cheeks scrunch up to her eyes. “Mama come?”

“Mama’s not feelin too good, she’ll come later, okay?” It was by no means a lie. Eurydice had spent the night shaking, sweat dripping down her body. He worried she was seriously ill, but she insisted that she was fine and her body was just scared. The train did not carry pleasant memories for her, and the distant hum of the engine sent a chill through her body in the worst way. 

After she spent the night awake- and largely in tears-  she had finally succumbed to sleep in the early morning, where she remained under layers of blankets that would remain until Persephone’s official arrival brought on warm Spring nights. 

“Okay, daddy.” Ophelia is satisfied with that answer, as her thumb finds her mouth. She kicks her little feet in contentment as Orpheus takes her permission and leaves their little home. It’s not much, the apartment above the bar, but it is more than enough. 

On the walk to the station Ophelia babbles, talking so fast it wasn’t a coherent phrase but clearly she had a lot to say. 

“Sing the flower song, daddy?” She asks as they neared the station. Orpheus saw the crowd and nearly refused, but nothing in him would ever refuse his child. He sang to her, so quietly it was nearly a whisper. Orpheus hardly noticed when the song culminated and he produced the bright carnation, that the platform was silent, save for his voice. It was Ophelia’s squeal in delight that broke the silence, her tiny hands clapping as he tucked the flower behind her ear. 

With the hustle and bustle of the station restored Orpheus didn’t even notice Persephone step off the train. He so entranced by Ophelia’s giggles and babbling that he jumps at the tap on his shoulder, and turned quickly to embrace Perspehone with one arm. 

“Seph-y!” Ophelia cheered, lunging forward and wrapping both arms around her. 

“Well ain’t it my favorite little family.” Persephone kisses Orpheus on the cheek, before kissing Ophelia’s little nose as well. “Where’s the songbird at today?” It’s..odd. The family rarely separates, especially on a day like this. 

“She had a rough night..the train..it scares her. I told her to stay home, said you’d understand.. She’ll be around later-” 

“I get it, poet! No hard feelins’, just thought it was odd for her to stay in the nest and all.” Persephone assures, holding her arms out to take Ophelia on her hip. She smiles when she sees the bright red flower in her hair, and gestures to her suitcase. “Grab that, will you Orpheus? I’ve got your girl.”  There was something about it that made Persephone emotional. Two years prior on this exact day she stepped off the train with this very child in her arms, and thrust fatherhood at him with no warning. Now here he was, with this thriving, brilliant, happy toddler. This little girl who has a mother at home and a father who loved her more than life. This was more than she ever expected the day she handed him his crying six month old and changed his life for good. 

Orpheus nods quickly, and scoops up the luggage, choosing not to comment on how light it was this year. 

They fall very comfortably in a rhythm on the walk home. She updates him on how things are improving back home, he updates her on all the new things his daughter has learned in six months since her descent back down. 

Ophelia chimes in with questions and comments, and points out her well braided hair. 

“Yes, I see, sunshine. Your daddy did a good job.” Persephone confirms, winking at Orpheus. “You’ve been practicing?”

“Eurydice..she lets me practice on her.” 

Persephone just smiles and shakes her head, linking her arm around his waist and leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, kid.”

He goes a little red, and stammers with an embarassed smile. “Oh?”

“You are a better daddy than any of us ever imagined, huh Ophelia?” Ophelia does nod, though she’s in her own world, playing with the flower from earlier. “She’s the luckiest girl in the world.”

[whorphydice]

milfydice pls pls plss i love dilfeus so much!!!

You asked, and you can trust I will provide. 

I LOVE mom eurydice okay. I could ooze love about this lost girl with no family of her own learning to settle in one place and learning to openly show love. Wowie. I will gush over her forever but here it is.

The follow up to why orpheus is a dilf: why eurydice is a milf.

I have like three pages of these head canons so here is part 1?? if people want more idk??

Pre-babies

Lets start with the basics. Persephone had to tell her she was pregnant. She didn’t know, she was not putting the signs together. She had always had period irregularity because of malnourishment, and she just thought she caught a stomach bug. She was wrong.

She then proceeded to cry when Persephone told her. Because winter was still hard and she and Orpheus are just scraping by still. It’s hard enough to feed yourself, let alone somebody else. 

She then didn’t tell him. For months. Two additional months, to be exact. It was a mix of fear over something happening and getting his hopes up, and the fear of acknowledging it making it real. 

Eurydice though, she genuinely glows. She looks so happy and just blissful all the time. 

Eurydice sleeps in just Orpheus’ shirts. Thats it. He goes wild. 

Eurydice also went through denial when she was in labor. She was making soup and just pushed the pain to the back of her head. 

Again, Persephone was like “honey this baby is coming whether you’re ready or not.”

She then cries to Orpheus that she can keep her safe inside, but once she’s outside she’s at the risk of the world and the world is cold and dark and cruel and she can’t protect her baby from that. 

Eurydice cries when she holds her daughter. Ugly, hideous sobs and just runs her thumb over her cheek over and over and over again. 

SHe doesn’t name her for 8 days

Eurydice is a hot mom

Eurydice in cute little overalls with her daughter asleep on her hip. 

Eurydice is the least modest mother in the world and absolutely REFUSES to throw a blanket over her daughter’s head. She’s hungry, get over it. 

Eurydice won’t put her babies down in the winter. She will wrap them up in at LEAST one blanket and hold them all day and night.  Her worst experiences were cold and hunger, and it’s her job to be sure they never experience the same things. 

She is also turned on by every single move Orpheus makes with their daughter. Literally every move. 

Orpheus sings to the baby late at night one (1) time and Eurydice was like just raw me already

Eurydice can be found in the yard until sunset throwing baseballs to her kids, trying to play with them and help them practice. She isn’t the kind of mom to force her kids to do anthing they don’t want to, but she will help them practice to be the best.

She is always wrapping extra scarves around her daughter, because again, she will not let her be cold ever. 

She takes her to the bar every night to see Orpheus sing

Watching him play music with their daughter for the first time is arguably the moment she feels the most love.

Eurydice cries when her baby goes to school. I said it. 

Her daughter comes home from kindergarten with bangs and hair at her shoulders. She sits her on her lap that night and fixes it for her. 

Orpheus has come home from work at least 76 times to find her asleep with her baby ontop of her in her crib. Yes. Eurydice climbs into the crib to calm her. She continues to do it into her toddler days as well. 

Eurydice and baby in matching pajamas. That is all. 

Eurydice calls her kids all variations of flowers and sun. Sunflower, Flower, Sunshine, etc

Her favorite thing to say to them as babies is “i love you more than spring”

There is nothing that makes her feel more grounded when one of her kids lay their little heads on her chest and fall asleep.

She cried when her daughter called her mama the first time.

[whorphydice]

Sorry dude! I hope you feel better! For fluff prompts... can you give us some modern orphydice hcs 😍😍😍

These are SO random and probably not at all what you wanted but they are all based on an au between @hollywoodx4 and I that we’re cooking up. It’s a college au.  I love it, and these are all based on that! I have plenty more if anyone is interested 

(and maybe one day we’ll write it)

-They fall in love fast and hard.

-Orpheus always sees her studying in a common space and won’t say anything. 

-Eurydice always thought he was cute but she’s seen him with a little girl a few times and thinks “well fuck he’s a dilf isnt he”

-no thats his niece, Persephone’s daughter, that he babysits sometimes

-Eurydice is absolutely brilliant and Perspehone loves to have her in class. 

-She knows her dear Orpheus has a crush and sets them up at thanksgiving. 

-they go home together that very first night and the rest is history

-He finds out that she lives in a really seedy part of town. Within two weeks Orpheus gives her a key to his apartment. A few days later she uses it for the first time and it’s her way of openly expressing love.

-He proposes on Christmas of course. She says yes. 

-Their first daughter is the result of antibiotics messing up birth control. She is born before they get married.

-Eurydice works three jobs and goes to school full time. Orpheus works at Hermes bar.

-Orpheus has been with Hermes since she was a three year old. He was coparented by Hades, Persephone, and Hermes. 

-Eurydice had never had a home until Orpheus. Sure, she lived in an apartment. But she left home at 8 after her mother died and got shuffled through the system. She faced all kinds of abuse until at 15 she ran away to be on her own. 

-they live in a one bedroom studio apartment, and share a closet.

-They’re quite a tag team. Eurydice works at the bar too, doing clerical work, organizing, and designing things. Orpheus performs. They are quite a power couple. 

-Eurydice is adorably pregnant at Orpheus’ graduation. She walks across the stage to receive her own diploma with her daughter on her hip.  Her name is Melody. 

-they get married in winter, before christmas. It’s in the garden of Persephone’s house where they can dance barefoot under the stars.

-a stray cat followed Orpheus home one day and never left. Her name is Pico (as in Pico de galo) and she is Orpheus’ little buddy.

-Eurydice keeps lists on her arms, to keep things straight.

-Orpheus bought a ring within two weeks of speaking of her. He knew it was forever.

-his niece says to him every time she sees him “are you gonna marry ‘Rydice” and he tells her “as soon as I can”

-Eurydice takes really poor care of herself during heavy test weeks. He makes sure to shove snack bars in her backpack for her to munch on.

-he has to carry her to bed once a week at the least.

[whorphydice]

You really said dilf orpheus rights huh

Please direct your attention to my URL. i ALWAYS say dilfeus rights