Stranger Things Fanfiction 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.

His breathing was hard and heavy as if the last thread of control was about to leave him. Why would I want him to stop? I wanted this as much as he does! “Don’t wait for me to stop you, I won’t,” I whispered in his lips, breathing heavily. The stranger groaned before slamming his lips back on mine. His finger found my entrance and he pushed one digit, coated another with my juice, and now there are two inside me. I screamed as I felt my orgasm was on its edge. “So damn tight,” he groaned as my walls clenched on his digits, but he kept the fast pace.

Kitty sneaks in. Once under the stream of searing water, I let them fall freely. The tears feel cool on my skin under the heat of the shower. I realize I'm acting like a fool. This isn't love-hell, it's not even friendship-it is just unadulterated lust. I hadn't planned to let my heart get involved, but I've never been a girl who can have casual sex.

Arthur’s Pov Alicia muffled her screams in her pillow, kicking her legs in the air as she read another straight up naughty text from the stranger she’s been sexting for a month. She threw the pillow out of her face and stared at his message again, his name she saved as ‘Sext Buddy’ flashing on the screen and her face burned as she read the message again. Sext Buddy: [I’d do anything to fuck you right now.]

The stranger was too good to be real. “But in order to stop your impure thoughts,” he continued, “we’re going to have to make sure that you use them all up. If we let them linger in that beautiful mind of yours, they’ll only fester and grow. So we’ll work them out of your system so they don’t get any worse. Tell me — what are you thinking about right now?” Saying the things she’d been feeling for so long felt wrong in the best of ways. The stranger’s fingers kept stroking, tracing short trails back and forth over her panties and across her clit. Moonlight Jade could not escape the pleasure, and she writhed and pressed herself down against him like the slut he was turning her into. A silence

Neither the stranger or my wife lasted very long before orgasms shot through them. The stranger thanked my wife for letting him watch and finger fuck her as he zippered up his jeans. Before he turned to walk away, he closed the door and reached through the open window to pinch her right nipple. "I'm sure glad I came for coffee tonight he said as he walked away. I hope you two cum for coffee again."

I lay watching Stranger Things when he walks into the room. “Hey gorgeous what are you doing?” He asks as he gives me a kiss “just watching N*****x” I say “babe go wash off that funk your ass stinks” I tell him with my nose crinkled “ahhh my heart. My love says I smell bad what will I do?” He says all dramatic while walking into the bathroom. “Three….two….one” I say quietly “oh shit oh shit I’m gunna be a father I’m gunna be a father. That’s right I put a pup in you baby” he yells in a way that reminds me of 22 Jump Street when Channing Tatum was yelling “Schmidt fucked the captain’s daughter” Yes he said it like that goddess help me. I can’t help giggling at his goofy ass. Before I can get

She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

"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?