American Dad Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I growl, shaking my head in annoyance, but falling into my dad's arms to hug him tightly, "He was standing there like an idiot so I fell because of him and then he told me to fuck off when I asked for help, like... what? If I make someone fall, I'll help them get up." "Most men here are rough around the edges, Birdie, not everyone is as nice as you," he says, forcing me to stay in the hug a little longer, "Ignore that. How are you?" I sigh, forcing myself to relax, and this time I'm the one who holds on longer. I bury my face on my dad's shoulder since he's a little shorter than me. "I'm... heartbroken," I admit in a whisper. My dad sighs and asks what did Dolly do this time, while patting m

Then he took his hands there, and he thrusted a finger into my hole. Oh fuck! He moved the finger slowly at first, but later he increased his pace. I gripped the bedsheets tightly. He added another finger, pushing deeper. “Ahh… Fuck… Daddy!” I screamed. He wasn't listening, he finger fucked me harder, and I came. I released right on his face. He adjusted himself, and he pulled down his trousers. This was it… I'd be fucked by Damian. His cock sprang out. Long, thick, and hard — so hard.

Marcus. He killed the engine of his black, gleaming truck and stepped out, and my breath caught in my throat. Forty-five years old, and he was a monument to masculine perfection. He was tall, with the kind of broad, powerful shoulders that made shirts look like they were straining to contain him. His dark hair was shot through with distinguished silver at the temples, and his face was a landscape of harsh angles and a strong jaw, all framed by eyes so piercingly blue they felt like a physical touch. He was my dad’s best friend, a man I’d known my entire life, and for the past few years, the star of every single one of my filthy, secret fantasies. “Hey, kid,” Marcus called, his voice a low ru

I noted, my voice thick with sleep. “It’s ten-thirty,” she pointed out through the speaker. “That is still emotionally early,” I complained, sitting up slightly. Nicole barked out a laugh. “Okay, first of all, Knox is apparently the messiest biker alive.” “Agreed,” I stated flatly. “Second…” I heard movement on her end, probably her getting into her car. “Why was my father distracted during a fight because of you?” “He wasn’t,” I insisted, my face burning.

Dad snapped. I merely chuckled and said, "You can go ahead with it. You'd only get a few hundred dollars in monthly maintenance payments anyway. You haven't even reached the age to retire yet, Dad." Dad simply dropped to the floor and grabbed my legs, making a scene. "How did I manage to raise such a heartless son? I might as well just end it all!" Having said that, Dad ran toward a nearby apartment building.

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

Inilipat ni Elllie ang kanyang timbang sa kaliwa ng bench. Isang pulgada na lang. Oo, ngayon ay mahuhuli na niya ang lahat ng mga salita na sinasabi ng dalawang ina. “I swear to you, Susan, kung kaya ko, ako na mismo ang kukuha ng trabaho bilang yaya na iyon. Si Tyler Hernandez ang pinakaHOT na single dad sa buong paaralan. At saka, mayaman siya." Ang babaeng may pixie-cut at dreamy na mga mata ay parang hihimatayin pa ata.

Alex looks terrible—dark circles under his eyes, his hair unkempt, like he’s been shoving his fingers through it. “Anything you need to say to her, you can say to me first.” My dad’s right behind Alex. Alex’s lips tighten. He stops and pivots to face my father. “Okay.” He drags out the second syllable. “Don Giuseppe. I love your daughter—always have. And I think she cares about me, too.” My dad’s eyes narrow. I’m frozen, my legs rooted where I stand. “My daughter’s not dating a soldier,” my father says flatly.

"Nope, I can suffer through the shame for a while for that." "There's my boy," I said, leaning down and taking his lips in a long, slow kiss. "Let's go eat, baby." Six gazed up at me and I could see the love in his eyes. "Yes, Daddy.” The End. Thank you for reading this story. Amadeo and Six are a match made in hell. I had so much fun digging into my darker side with this story. Amadeo is a daddy that I’ve been wanting to write for a long time and Six is his perfect match. I do hope you enjoyed their story as much as I loved writing it.

Ever since daddy been back home my mom has been thee most happiest woman on earth only because daddy cannot go back to the military again, he decided to retire not that he had a choice he just had to since his injury he can't do much like he used to but I'm thankful that his still strong. I finally agreed to marry Hakeem