Mouth Breathers Stranger Things Novels & Stories

My head, pounding. What happened? My breath hitched. My mind scrambled back—back to the car, the stranger, the sunglasses, the voice whispering “Goodnight sweetheart.” The cloth. The smell. The spinning. I’d blacked out. And now— Now I was here. Wherever here was. A low humming sound echoed from somewhere above me. Machinery? A vent? I couldn’t tell. I tried to focus, to adjust to the pitch-black surroundings, but I couldn’t make anything out. Just the faint scent of gasoline and dust and—

“I’ll never be yours!” I don’t even think about what I do next. It’s purely instinctual, fueled by some distant part of my brain coaxed alive by the fear that’s pulsing through my veins. I shove both of my elbows behind me, catching the stranger in the ribs. He staggers backward just enough for me to turn in his grasp. Everything stills as I catch sight of his face. The thing that’s not Dalton stares back, it’s lips upturned in a mockery of a smile. Crooked, sharp teeth line its mouth. Its eyes are dark, the type of black that seems to gobble up the light, and they’re locked on me.

Jacob tried to break the strange tension. “Can I go home?” Hayle furrowed her brow. “The smell of the hospital or clinic is starting to make me nauseous.”

Karen - Latton's nurse Boris - Russian Cartel Igor - One of Boris' men Sarah - Maid in the Ripley Manor Thanks for supporting Hey, Stranger!

the stranger said but when he started to move away, Olliver grabbed his arm and whined, "Skaiii..wait ten minutes?" The stranger jutted his chin out, "You have five.." Olliver smiled and turned to move back to the experiment and that is when he noticed Smith standing there slack-jawed. "Oh pick up your jaw Smithson. This is not a theatre and a fly might just go into your mouth!"

She let go of my hand and got ready to run when a stranger stepped into the light. "Wait. Don't run." A man's voice called out. "I will stay over here. I just need to talk to you." He looked familiar but I couldn't tell from where. "Sarah, come here." He said to someone in the shadows behind him. A young girl stepped into the light with him. "Listen to me boy, we are not here to hurt, only to help. I know The Breathers took your friend's parents. The Garbage isn't what people think. It takes over people's minds... We can't talk here. Can we go somewhere else?" The man asked. I stood stunned for a moment. The man seemed trustworthy.

I tried to make out the features of the person Sarah was speaking too, however it was impossible with the setting sun accompanied by the stranger wearing all black with a hood over their head. “Yes, I have.” Sarah responded. “Does this mean you are finally deciding to join my side?” The hooded stranger asked. Before she could answer a sneeze left Tyson. His eyes went wide with fear and clamped a hand over his mouth. Sarah and the stranger stopped their conversation and looked towards us. “Run!” I whispered. ————————————— ***AUTHOR NOTE: Hi everyone! If you are liking the story so far, help me out by posting a comment, rating the story, or a review! ***

Dylan found himself relish the quiet sounds that came from their lips touching, his strong firm hold still on his waist, and the sweet smell of his cologne that felt awfully familiar messed with his senses. The stranger broke the kiss with a gasp and when Dylan's eyes slowly came open to meet his, he felt his heart melt up at the hot gaze and voice that came after. "Breath." The heat in his head doubled so he let himself take in a deep exhale that made him realize he'd been holding his breath. How do people kiss and breath at the same time?

Only made the guy freeze on the spot the long thin line of saliva in the middle of the two separated lips. "Pl-please can you leave me in the dark tower" Koishi breathed out clutching over the hoodie of the guy tighter than before. The next thing the guy knew something sweet as a candy scent reaches. -The stranger in the hallway -Scream for help -Walk away from the way you came from -Talk to the stranger what is it doing here? The dialogue box appeared right above his head, making him turn his head towards it reading each and every word. 'Oh damn once again this eyeless freak with its dialogue box' rolled his eyes in response.

His breath was so close that it left goosebumps on my skin in its wake. "No, let me be." I said, —wanted to. The words died in my throat, barely making it past the lips before it was forcefully shut. The stranger slammed their nearly climaxing cock into my mouth, silencing me instantly. My mind went blank. I froze. I tried to gulp which was impossible. Instead, my tongue ran over the cap of his cock. The warm fluid of cum flooded my mouth, trickling down my throat. The image of Elias flashed in my mind, I was once in a similar position with him. The only difference was that I needed his semen to detoxify.