Stranger Things Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Every time you're near, I get hard. So fucking hard it hurts. I want to bend you over this table and bury myself inside you until you scream. I shouldn't want to fuck a stranger, but my cock doesn't seem to care who you are." The crude words sent a rush of heat straight to my pussy. "You shouldn’t—" I couldn't manage more, my throat closing around the word. "I dream about you," he continued, voice rough with frustrated desire. "A goddamn stranger. I wake up with my cock so hard I can barely walk. And the worst part? I'm calling for a woman who isn't here. A ghost. Why is that, Dr. Graham?" How the fuck am I supposed to know that?

I was sowing a seed of discord. I had my plans. When I became his wife and had complete control, I was going to poison his mind towards his family and make sure they had no say in our lives anymore. And so I planned with my doctor friend who faked a believable pregnancy result and truly, Aaron bought it. He was so excited, he always loved and wanted kids. That's why he adored that beggar child of his maid, what was her silly name again? Aliyah, oh how much I despised that kid who always captured all of Aaron’s attention when he was around.

I may have even considered allowing a stranger to slip his cock into her without her even knowing. I could order her to keep her head down and her eyes closed while some stranger of the night stepped in without saying a word and used that hot pussy, eventually spilling his load deep inside her. She would inevitably cum as she felt his load rushing into her pussy, thinking it was mine. As the stranger withdrew and disappeared back into the darkness, I could then command her to clean up a second mess on the floor that her pussy had caused. She would eagerly obey and lick up the cum she believed to be mine.

Though it felt strange and even shameful, she decided it was time to explore the things she had once feared and avoided. But try as she might to push it away, the nightmare kept returning to haunt her. And more than ever, her hatred for Janus grew — if it hadn’t been for him leaving and breaking her heart, she would never have mistaken that stranger for her ex‑lover and lost herself in that moment of madness. Slowly, she sat up in bed. She felt a warm, firm arm resting securely around her waist — a sensation that felt strangely comforting. She blinked her eyes open, wondering if she was still dreaming, and nearly screamed in shock when she saw a man lying naked beside her, his body pressed c

Yes, I would work in the same place as him, but we had completely different jobs and work environments, it was very unlikely that we could really even establish a friendship, the feeling was gaining strength and a voice in my head made fun of me like always when you are things happened. Are you seriously going to start grieving over a perfect stranger you only know works at Blue Oceans and is named Andrew? All in all, you're pathetic babe, stop making so much drama and get off your big butt and get ready to go to Blue Oceans I smiled at the mental kick I gave myself and got up, stretched a bit and smiled again, I approached the switch and activated it immediately, the artificial light riddle

“You were literally flirting with a stranger and paid no attention to me when I said I wanted to leave, so I left.” “That’s a quick, nice explanation,” I said, leaning my elbow on the table, my backside shooting back. “I slept with a stranger.” I watched as she gasped. “What about Damien?” “I broke up with him. That fucking bastard almost beat me to death.” The memory resurfaced, a cold shiver running down my spine. “Moving on, the stranger is so fucking hot, and his positions were heavenly. Damien never touched me, but this man made me feel so good.” I snickered as I felt a flush of heat spreading across my cheeks.

I was lost in thought but when a hand slid below my waist region, I was so fast to be alerted again. I tried to move but then his grip on my waist tightened. "Don't act like you don't want me. Let's go have some fun in my room. Your skin is so soft." he said with a smile. I struggled. All of a sudden, he left me when he heard some footsteps and then ran back to his room. I stood there, confused about what was going on. Just when I thought it was over, Michael's sister, Lisa, came out of nowhere. I pretended to be thirsty so that she wouldn't suspect anything. All I wanted was to leave this house forever.

The stranger hadn’t responded since yesterday, but the last message I’d sent had ticked read. I needed somewhere to vent, so I started typing. ‘Hey, so, another confession. I caught Mommy Jillian sucking on Daddy’s cóck earlier, and I got so mad that I threw myself down the stairs on purpose. Daddy was so worried and I was happy, he carried me to my room, you don’t know how romantic it was, then I kissed him, I fucking kissed him. And you know what? He kissed me back, he was practically eating out my face and got fucking hard. I think I might get lucky tonight and get him to fuck me, what do you think?’

If I stay home I won't stop thinking about everything and that will only keep messing with my head. “Ugh I hate this feeling.” I grumbled. By nine, I was squeezed into a short black dress that Hannah swore was “sophisticated but dangerous.” The club pulsed with music that almost gave me a headache, lights flashing, people pressed together in sweaty bliss. My friends disappeared quickly, swept into the crowd, leaving me clutching a drink at the edge of the dance floor. That’s when I saw him. Daniel. From accounting. I didn't expect to see him here. He seemed like the nerdy type which was cute, but hot? That is what Kennedy is.