#poly dads

[mezzmerizd]

Jealous Skizz,,, those are his two old farts <3

[docterzerocare]

Kane and their dads :)

[ddaddsprompts]

Dadsona finds out he's pregnant, and decides to keep it a secret until he plans out how to tell (dad). (Dad) notices the symptoms and finds out that dadsona has been seeing a doctor, but instead determines that dadsona is dying. How they react to this, and how they react when dadsona reveals the truth

“If you’re okay with it: Omegaverse AU where Dadsona is pregnant. (And they’re all in a huge pack) Are there bets? Subtle posturing over who the father is?”

Please note that this prompt fill includes mpreg, unless you read Dadsona as trans, and some NSFW talk (as in, talking about sex and heats)! - Mod Mare

The firstthing you see upon returning from the doctor’s appointment is all your sevenalphas crowding around your couch, all with serious faces like it’s anintervention. The only thing that’s missing is—

“Didn’t have the money tobuy a banner,” Robert says.

“Robert,” Hugo scolds.

Robert holds up his hands inmock-surrender and sinks down further into the couch. You notice all of themare tense, some more visibly than the others, and they look downright… worried.“What’s wrong, guys?” You ask and put down your bag. With them occupying thecouch and surrounding area, the only place to sit is a chair someone took fromthe kitchen, right in front of them. You feel scrutinised, like an animal atthe zoo, and squirm. If they notice your discomfort, whatever bothers them ismore important at the moment.

“You’re not breaking up withme, are you?” The mere suggestion brings varying looks of horror to theirfaces. You unconsciously mimic Robert’s gesture from before and hold up yourhands. “Just asking. Spit it out, guys, you’re making me nervous.”

The Alphas exchange looks,whose meaning you cannot interpret. Then, Matspeaks up. “We know that you being ourOmega doesn’t mean we have a right to know everything—“

“But we want to know what the fuck’s going on,”Robert interrupts. Damien shoots him a disapproving look.

“What do you mean?” You ask, furrowing your browsin confusion.

“You’ve been acting weird lately,” Josephbegins. “Your eating habits have changed. You’re eating healthier and less.”

“You take your drinks without caffeine,” Matadds. “Pablo told me you always ask for the ingredients of foodstuff before youbuy it. You never did that before.”

“You don’t go running with me anymore, bro.” Craiglooks at you in concern, the intensity of his gaze making your heart swell.They figured it out. From what they’re describing, everyone would figure outwhat’s up with you. “And I heard you throw up a few times early in the morning,when you slept over at my place.”

You remember; Craig asked you, back then, ifeverything was okay and you’d said yes, blaming what you had eaten the nightbefore for the nausea. Seems like he didn’t believe you.

“Furthermore,” Damien continues, “you tend toeasily tire. That level of fatigue is far from normal, I believe.”

“Don’t forget the mood swings.” Robert plays withhis glass, making the amber liquid splash around a little. For a moment, you’reconcerned, but he notices your look and shakes his head with a faint smile.Must be apple juice, then. “Kid went from laughing to crying during the moviefaster than a damn cheetah.”

“Smell’s changed too.” Brian taps hisnose. The other dads nod in agreement. Quizzically, you sniff your arm, butcan’t notice anything out of the ordinary. “Subtly, but it’s gradually beengetting stronger.”

“Also, I could see your phone reminder for adoctor’s appointment.” At your expression, Joseph puts a hand on his chest. “Ididn’t go looking for it, Y/N. It flashed, I couldn’t have missed it.”

It seems they’re done presenting your symptoms toyou. They look at you expectantly. You cock your head to the side, lookingback. Hugo breaks first. “Y/N, please just tell us what’s wrong. You’re sick!We… we need to know. We tried not to jump to conclusions, but the evidence,your methodical attempts to hide it from us, we could—“

“Are you dying??”The other dads look at Brian, who blushes a little and rubs the back of hishead. “Sorry.”

You’re pretty sure you’re gaping. A few minutes,the room is silent, before you break the quiet with a nervous laugh. YourAlphas exchange nervous looks. “Y/N, I’m sorry if this comes out of nowhere, orif you’d rather not talk about it, but…”

You wave your hand about to interrupt Damien. Ittakes you some time, but you eventually manage to calm down again. Wiping tearsfrom your eyes, you take in their confused faces and chuckle. “First of all,I’m not dying. I’m not sick.”

“But—“

You glare and Craig shuts up. Whoever said Alphasare in charge had clearly never been in a relationship before. “Let me throw yourobservations back at you, maybe you’ll figure it out on your own. My eatinghabits have changed. I watch my diet more closely, now, avoid certain thingslike caffeine. I don’t work out anymore. I throw up in the mornings. I tiremore quickly. You think I have mood swings—“

“You do,” Robert interrupts. Your indignant huffonly makes him grin harder.

 “—and my smell changes.” Making a show of it, youtap your chin, humming and awing. “I wonder what it could be, six weeks aftermy heat.”

For parents, it takes them a while. You canpinpoint the exact order they realise. Mat jumps to his feet with wide eyesthat sparkle, hopeful. “Are you… are you pregnant?”

Smiling, you nod. A second later you findyourself in the centre of a cuddle pile of excited Alphas. They nearly squishyou, but you find their scents and warmth comforting and enjoy the attention.You must have tuned out their conversation, because when you notice they’retalking, they’re already in the middle of a discussion.

“Clearly, it’s going to be mine.”

“What makes you say that, Brian?”

“Because, dear Damien, I’m the most Alpha of usall, so my sperm would be the most potent!”

They can’t possibly bearguing about that…??

“That might be,” Robert says in a tone of voicethat makes clear he disagrees, “but I took the kid more often than any of you.”

“Not true,” Craig protests.

“What, were you counting?”

Mat, Hugo and Damien are holding back, comparedto the more assertive and competitive of the dads, more amused than invested inthe topic. But then Damien surprises you by piping up, interrupting Craig andRobert’s one on one. “I daresay I believe I will be the father. It is but afeeling, but a strong one.”

“Nah, man, want to bet? Twenty on me.”

“Betting is hardly appropriate for an occasionlike this.” You can practically hear Hugo push up his glasses. There’s silence.You crane your neck but can only see some of the dads look at Hugo, but nottheir faces. “I’m in,” Hugo eventually says. “If we’re discussing who’s themost Alpha, how about the tallest in the room?”

“I’m taller than you!” There’s shuffling, whichprobably means Brian and Hugo are standing nose-to-nose, trying to figure itout.

“Why are you bothering, guys? I told you, Ifucked Y/N more often than any of you. Best chance.”

“And I’m still telling you that’s not true.”

“Guys!” Joseph interjects. The quarrelling dads fall silent. “Itdoesn’t matter who sired the child – the child will be ours. Every one ofus.” He pauses. “But chances are they’ll be from the guy with themost children, so me.”

Immediately, the others get loud again. You can feel a headache form andannoyance rise up your throat. “We’ll know once they are born! Not that it matters!” Youpractically yell. Blessed, pleasant silence once more. “Now shut up aboutit and cuddle me.”

Theyhappily oblige. You act like you can’t see money wander over to Damien, who, itseems, was elected treasurer.

[sportafreddie]

Imagine that in this world, everyone is born with their soulmate’s signature on their chest. Imagine that some people have several soulmates. Some people might lose their soulmate because of death or meeting someone else and gaining their signature instead of the old one or by simply growing apart (having a person’s signature is no guarantee for happiness!). 

Now, imagine you (MC/Dadsona) used to have your spouse’s signature, but now it has faded away, since the spouse died. Imagine moving to the cul-de-sac, where you meet all the other dads.

Imagine waking up one morning, to find your chest covered in seven different signatures. A few are illegible, but some, you recognise. Hugo, Damien, Brian- The concept of having more than one soulmate is not unheard of, but seven at once? Understandably, you are shocked. Maybe scared, too. There are, after all, one-sided soul bonds too.

So you don’t say anything. You notice the other dads growing closer to each other - Hugo and Damien seem to be openly dating, Robert and Craig hang out a lot - so you wonder whether they found each other and you’re just the odd one out. It’s making you sad, and you are even less outgoing than usual (a rejected soul bond, even if they don’t actually know, always hurts).

Until one day Amanda drags you along to Joseph’s barbeque. You don’t really intermingle and keep to yourself, and the other dads notice, but you answer their questions if you are fine with a half-hearted smile and assurances. 

Imagine, then, that you’re searching for a quiet corner and- You bump into someone. They pour soda all over you. Before you can really protest, Craig has pulled your shirt off so they can get you something dry. Everyone freezes. Your signatures.

You don’t know what to say and seriously consider hiding, but your feet won’t co-operate, and suddenly someone is hugging you, and then there are more people joining in, until all seven of the dads are holding you close. They all look so happy. 

That’s when you find out they all have each other’s marks as well, yours included. They only didn’t recognise it, because your handwriting is horrible. You were what’s missing.

[miatahmiatah-blog]

headcanon: all the dads end up in a poly relationship w eachother and everything is perfect forever

[remade35567643234543]

I have not even played Dream Daddy yet, but I already headcanon that no matter who the Dadsona ends up with, so long as they were a good enough friend on the dates with all of the other dads, they get to a third date level of trust with everyone, because I want all of the dads to be ok, damnit.

Listen the true good ending is Healthy Polyamory and the cul-de-sac is just a wonderful happy polycule and Mary gets a girlfriend

[muchymozzarella]

Should I make a side blog for poly dad headcanons, ideas and short fics Yea or nah

[muchymozzarella]

DDADDS Dadsona Poly fic part 3

With Brian! This was gonna be longer but I decided to just post this bit since the next one has more dads to come. 

"I really don't know how you do it."

There was a tinge of awe in Brian's voice that Dees was finally able to identify, the warmth of pride settling into his gut even before he knew what Brian was talking about.

"Do what?" Dees asked, concentrating on hooking bait without poking his hand this time, and though it looked wonky in the end, he didn't bleed this time, which he thought was a major improvement.

"Spend time with everybody--all the men in your life, the way you do! I don't get the impression anybody feels like you haven't given us all your attention, so I can't figure it out." Brian looked a bit nervous, and Dees could tell he was worried he'd offend. He was never the best with words, he'd always be the first to admit even his ten year old daughter was far smarter than he was, and the fact that Dees never picked up on that humility had him cursing himself to this day.

"Debilitating loneliness, the dire need to please people I care about, and a lot of free time?" Dees joked, but Brian gave him a look that said he didn't appreciate Dees putting himself down. Dees sighed.

"I mean, I'm not lying," he said. Daisy wasn't present for the trip they decided to take for the Wednesday morning, when Brian asked him for the company after a particularly difficult contract job had finally come to a successful conclusion and Dees didn't have any deadlines until the next week. Amanda wasn't present for obvious reasons, though she sent him a plethora of sad emojis when he described how delicious their freshly caught fish dinner would be.

"Don't make it sound like a failure," Brian said, shaking his head. "I don't know anybody like you, Dees. That's a compliment, in case you couldn't tell. You're amazing, and I've got six other guys back home who'd agree with me in a heartbeat. Granted Robert would probably say something that doesn't sound like he's agreeing even though he is, but my point still stands!"

Brian's bluster, especially on his behalf, was spectacularly endearing. Dees couldn't help but wrap his arms around his broad shoulders and squeeze himself tight to Brian's chest. Brian looked flustered, but relaxed into the hug, his strong arms around Dees. God, but he had great arms. Dees thought he could give good hugs, but Brian's size and the warmth of him was enough to put even Dees to shame.

"I got really lucky, for starters," Dees said, "meeting some frankly amazing single dads when I got here. Making connections I didn't know I'd make. I always thought I was bad at making friends, so finding myself with all these people I really felt a connection to kind of overwhelmed me. After Amanda left it felt kind of like... I dunno. Like I had to be honest with myself. Amanda was always the one who got me to do it, but without her around I had to make the big decisions myself."

"Heck of a decision," Brian said with a wink. Dees laughed.

"God I was terrified of what you'd all think of me. Can't choose between you, I'd have all of you if you were willing. Must have sounded like a total asshole. If I had waited a day longer, the terror of being alone without Amanda to back me up would have kept me silent on the matter forever. As it stood, Amanda being brave enough to go it alone in college made me believe I could do this. Make her proud, maybe. Though I’m sure this wasn’t what she expected when she told me to go out and make friends."

"Took me a bit to decide how I felt about it," Brian sighed. "It kinda helped Damien was so good about it the second you told us. Damien’s always been good with the unusual, but no matter how out of left field his ideas get he’s always done right by everybody. He’s the best of us, really, and if he didn’t think ill of it, well, it couldn’t be so bad, right? But the way I was raised... you know. Sometimes it’s hard to let those dumb old ideas go, even when you know you’re being silly. By the time the next barbecue rolled around and I'd worried myself a hole into the living room, I was almost definitely the last one to talk to you about how I felt. What I wanted."

"What did Daisy think about it when you were worrying a hole into the floor?" Dees asked.

"She got me to talking about what was bothering me. I was worried she was too young to understand it, since relationships are different from numbers and poetry and whatnot, but then she squared up, looked me in the eye, said she'd help me best she could, and next thing you know she's printing out a pamphlet and telling me that it's called Polyamory and that it might or might not work like any sort of relationship. But that it definitely wouldn't work if I didn't try. And what kind of a person would I be if I didn't try for something I really wanted?" His hand settled on the back of Dees' head and Dees shivered in pleasure, closing his eyes and leaning back into the touch.

"She also said she really liked you and Amanda and wanted Amanda to be her big sister for real. Didn't have the heart to tell her it's too early to make those kinds of plans, but she can really get into a good idea if she thinks it's got merit."

"I guess I know who to thank, then," Dees said, grinning. "Daisy's an amazing girl. I know you're proud of her, but I gotta say I'm kinda proud of her too. Even if she's not mine."

"Thank you," Brian said. "Now, we better get to catching before the sun gets too high. Want to make Amanda jealous enough to come home, right?"

"For damn sure," Dees said determinedly. "I bet you can catch more fish than me. Though honestly that's not much of a compliment considering, well, me. I'll think of something better."

"You're getting really good at it, you know," Brian said, winking. "That's not much of a compliment either, by the way. That's just facts."

"Facts or not, at least if a fish ends up pulling me into the water I know who'll pull me out and give me CPR," Dees said, waiting for Brian to set up before casting his line into the water.