American Dad Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I guess I have the same problem as you. My warmest fantasy is ... my daughter. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that! I mean, a father isn’t supposed to lust after his own offspring, but dammit, you’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, Claire. A man would have to have ice water in his veins to not notice that! I guess the only saving grace is that it is, after everything else, just a fantasy ... right?” You could have knocked my Dad over with a feather! He’d been fantasizing about making love with me for a couple of years, and here I was with the same fantasy! Hoooly Shit! His mind was threatening to shut down his brain!

Fiona’s POV The next morning came with the same sterile smell of disinfectant and quiet beeping machines. I had barely slept, my neck stiff from dozing off in the uncomfortable chair beside Mum’s bed. But I wasn't complaining. The door opened softly. Dad walked in carrying two plastic bags — one with food and the other with a change of clothes for me. His shoulders were slumped, eyes heavy with exhaustion and something bitter. He looked like he had aged ten years overnight. I felt pity for him. It was at this trying time that I knew Dad was a strong man; he had never stayed away from Mum this long. Sometimes I wondered how they managed to love themselves so deeply that they never brought me

Whenever I wanted to take it further, Finn would pull back and start telling me about him wanting to wait till marriage. I literally thought he was just conservative, but apparently, he had no problem fucking my Dad. “Sweetheart, we didn’t mean for you to find out like this?” My Dad croaked, rubbing his temples. I scoffed, “You didn’t mean for me to find out at all. Tell me, Dad, when did you start fucking men? This is a big joke! Here I was, terrified you’d found out

That one line must have cut him to the core. Under his pillow he'd been secretly keeping a newspaper clipping of Adrian. He'd always known Adrian was his father. Through all those painful nights after he got sick, he'd fall asleep in my arms and dream his daddy had come home. He said the daddy in his dreams missed Damian so much. Just like Damian missed his daddy, always crying about it in secret. He said his daddy wasn't going to leave anymore, and wouldn't let Mommy work so hard at the underground bar ever again.

She also said Eugene had seen Ian as his biological father since he was a child, and she couldn't let anyone destroy everything they had built. Ian, however, had already tuned her out. He immediately hung up on her. The room fell into a dead silence. After a long while, he looked at me and said hoarsely, "I'll deal with her." I looked up at him calmly. "It doesn't matter who you deal with. It won't bring Mom back." Ian looked as if those words had nailed him to the spot. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't make another sound. … In no time, things spiraled out of control. Ian began to look into the money he thought he had given Mom and me over the years. The results showed that not a si

My pussy spasmed around Peter’s dick as waves of guilty pleasure crashed through me. He finished shortly after, collapsing beside me with a satisfied sigh, oblivious to the fact that I’d just fucked his memory away with fantasies of a man old enough to be my father. This morning, the guilt mixed with fresh excitement as I sat at the kitchen table scrolling through job listings. My phone buzzed. It was Dad.

The longer my father was out of the house, the better it was for everyone. “Now, who would like some pie” Looking at her sons around the table, she prayed that they would never end up the kind of men their father is. One day they would learn the truth of just how vicious and cruel Darius Grey is. Then, hopefully, they see through his deception and lies. “Pie mama, berry pie”, Atticus demanded, his patience running thin. “Alright, alright, Addy”, my mother sighed, placing a bowl in front of him. Addy dug in with gusto, and His face stained red.

We quietly take our sits and before long, a blur of black hair passes by me and dispenses himself in the chair beside me, fully dressed and ready for school. “Dad? Were you fired?” Jared asks me, tilting his head a little. He looks so cute like this, but I’m confused by his question. Before I speak, however, Mom answers him with another question. “What do you mean, love?” “He’s not in his suit, grandma! And he’s been staying here for a long time. And he has beards growing… my friend from school said his Dad lost his job and so he stopped taking care of himself… and now he has a gut! And he drinks. Are you going to get a gut, Dad?”

I nod my head slowly. “Understood. Thanks, Dad.” He ruffles my head like as if I were eight again. It’s kind of sweet. Dad and I have a great relationship, just because I’m growing up doesn’t mean I don’t like his affection. He’s pretty easy going most of the time, that’s when I don’t act like an idiot and come home drunk or get caught smoking the odd joint here and there. I know that shit has all got to stop when I make it into NFL. Shit. Me. NFL. I’m going to be so loaded, I’ll have girls whenever and however I want, they’ll be dying to hang off my arm. I fantasize and then it hits me like a punch right in the gut and winds me. None of them will be Tate.

dad: " love you too my baby girl.. " me: " dad you know... I saw handsome guy today.. while coming to home.. his blue eyes.. his first two buttons of his shirt was open.. he has strong body dad.. see yours this big tummy..." dad: " oh I got son in law.. tell me who is he.. what will he do.. when you..." I interrupted him... me(with angry): " DADDY... I just said I saw handsome guy.. but you are going too far... I won't love anyone.. because I want to love the one whom you choose for me.... I know my dad his best.. he always choose perfect guy for me... "