Stranger Things Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

He clawed at the snow, dragging himself toward us inch by inch, rage shaking his frame. The stranger leaned close enough that his breath brushed my cheek—warm, wrong, familiar. “You feel it,” he murmured. “The bond you’ve carried all these years… cracking.” My chest constricted. “And the new one,” he whispered, “trying to replace it.” Arden’s voice broke. “Get your fucking hands off her—” I tried again to pull away—but the stranger’s fingers only slid up my arm, his touch burning through my coat, my skin, my ribs, my bones.

**Story 5: The Last Train** **Chapter 2** Maya’s knees ached against the hard subway floor, but she didn’t care. The stranger’s thick cock stretched her mouth wide as he slowly fucked her face, one hand tangled in her dark hair, guiding her rhythm. “Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned quietly. “Suck it like you’ve been waiting for a real man all night.” Maya moaned around his shaft, saliva dripping down her chin onto her scrubs. The risk of the two sleeping passengers waking up made her pussy throb even harder. She bobbed her head faster, taking him deeper, gagging when he hit the back of her throat.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

She swallowed most of it, some leaking from the corners of her mouth. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I buried myself to the balls and pumped thick spurts of cum deep inside her. Load after load. When I finally pulled out, white cum oozed from her swollen pussy. The stranger stepped back, dressed quick, and left without a word. I untied the blindfold slow. Chrissy blinked in the light. Her eyes went wide when she saw the mess between her legs — two different loads leaking out. “Nate… there was someone else here?”

The throbbing in my pants became worse as her body writhed and shook uncontrollably. Her hands moved to my hair and I could feel her tugging and pulling my hair. “What's your name stranger” I asked, breathing against her navel. “Elara” she whimpered in Submission. “I intend to fuck you to seven hells today so I'm gonna need your hands tied up okay. By the way, my name's Dylan” I replied. Her lips parted slightly again shyly at my vulgar language but I could tell she wanted this as much as I did. I took my suit tie lying on the ground and tied her hands up for more access and less obstruction.

Just like that, I would sneakily look at the photos and videos the stranger sent to me after Chuck fell asleep. I felt like I'd lost my mind—I was a shameless hussy who desired to be conquered by a strong man. I allowed my fantasies to run wild as I stared at his photos. I learned his name from the videos he'd sent me of various women begging him to go harder and faster—Tom Young. I thought he and I were just two parallel lines that would never cross each other's paths. I never would've expected the impossible to happen.

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