Fanfiction Fairly Oddparents Novels & Stories

His hand rested over my stomach, tracing lazy circles. “I want to keep playing sometimes,” he murmured into my hair. “Keep the edge sharp. Keep the fantasy alive.” I smiled, sated and owned and stupidly happy. “Every anniversary,” I whispered. “And maybe… some random Tuesdays.” He laughed soft, warm, real. Then quieter: “And if we ever decide to add to the family… we’ll tell them the truth when they’re old enough. That their mother and father chose each other against the whole damn world. That the fantasy became real.”

As I’d hoped and anticipated, my mother and Colonel Simmons eventually married. After careful study of Cindy’s genetics, Dr. Peabody and Dr. Bass were able to work out a way to transfer the fairy gene into her. She was delighted. As was I. The memories of Michael and his evil plans to impregnate young women who’d been kidnapped by scum who practiced human trafficking. The disappointment and trauma over discovering that my mother’s dear friend, Hap, was not only involved in human trafficking, but he made sick, vile, sex movies for the dark web that included the candid one they made of Ethan and me. The evilness of the Association. Godwin. All of the bad memories seemed to fade away as

- and that all of this was true. But then, fairy? He would know, wouldn't he? Someone would have said something. And yet, he wondered still which of his parents was the fairy, it was a silly thought, but he could not help but wonder all the same. Stranger things had happened, indeed, stranger things unfolded before his eyes almost everyday these days. So as he put a pot on a burner he wondered. He thought the whole thing crazy and unfathomable, almost impossible, but he wondered.

A flood of messages began to cascade down the screen, one right after the other, the notification pings sounding like a rapid succession of gunfire. Janet: Emma oh my god answer me Janet: Please tell me this is a joke Janet: Is what I'm seeing true???Janet: Emma answer your fucking phone!!! Janet: Emma are you really fucking your stepdad? I thought it was just Reign. How the fuck did you get involved with his father? Janet: can I get a chance to fuck him too? Remember I always talked about how much I wanted to fuck him cuz he’s our DILF My fingers trembled as I snatched the device back up. A cold spike of dread drove straight into my stomach.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

The post had been updated. Mom was crying online again, saying her younger daughter got framed while her older daughter was jealous, bitter, and cruel. Then that same commenter popped up again. [LindaKnowsBest: Then say she's mentally unstable. Claim she was terrified her prettier younger sister would steal her husband, so she set the whole thing up on purpose.] [LindaKnowsBest: Make the medical records and chat logs look legit.] Mom replied almost instantly. [Thank you! I'll do it right away!]

I didn't turn, my grip on the hairpin became tight, “parents..” She chuckles, “were your parents bad..?” “Quite the contrary,” I slack the wire, using my strength to cut it but the timer kept going, I groan silently, “there were the neighborhood perfect couple” I breathe out, cleaning the streak of sweat on my forehead, “until well, my father got the store keepers daughter pregnant” I finally turn to her, “she was just eighteen” “What…?” “Yep” I turn back, clenching my fists even tighter, “he was a bastard, pathetic too but of course my mother didn't see all that before…you know” I turn back to diffuse the bomb, “families are weird” I breathe out.

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

“Adrian, help me with breakfast.” “Sure!” Adrian walked over and put the plate of fried eggs on the table. Then, he ran back to the kitchen and looked at his mother preparing the other dishes. “Mommy, are you and Daddy still fighting?” “We didn’t fight.” Fia was getting quite the headache. “I didn’t lie to you. He treats you so well, but you’re not blood-related.” “Then who’s our daddy? Is it…” “It can be anyone other than that cripple!” Fia cut her son off. “I’ll never lower myself to have children with a cripple.”

"My mom goes home right after work every day to walk with him now. They just do two laps around the neighborhood. He refused at first, but lately, he's managed to finish the whole walk." Alicia turned to look at me. "Do you know what he told me yesterday?" "What?" "He said, 'Alicia, if you want to marry someone in the future, I won't oppose it anymore.' I'm not trying to sugarcoat things for him." Alicia placed her coffee cup on her lap, and her expression turned earnest. "I just want you to know that this family isn't a lost cause. My mom is changing, my dad is changing, and I am changing too."