Stanley Pines X Reader Novels & Stories

Inside his office, Xavier sat on a sofa playing with the silver pen knife in his hand. His eyes were blood tasty and cold. "Boss, here he is. " Tony said, kicking Stanley, who was caught trying to escape on a boat, to his knee. " Hello big brother, long time no see " Stanley said nervously. Immediately, he spotted Xavier's cold face. " Indeed, it has really been a long time, " Xavier replied nonchalantly, standing up with the pen knife, reflecting his coldness, which got Stanley trembling.

They'd sat up there for two hours watching the sun go down over the ridge and talking about everything and nothing, and at some point Noah Callahan's shoulder had been pressed against his and neither of them had moved away, and Eli had understood something about himself that he hadn't had a word for yet. He passed the water tower without slowing down. The town materialized the way it always had — all at once, like a secret the forest had been keeping. The main street appeared from between the trees: the old post office with its faded flag, Morrow's Bookshop with the handwritten sign in the window advertising a poetry reading on Thursday, the Cedarwood Falls Diner with its red awning, Mae's h

Nyx stirred inside me, her presence a restless pulse beneath my skin, as if she could sense the approaching storm long before I could. I pulled on my jacket and slipped out of my small cabin, the cold morning air biting at my cheeks. The forest was eerily still, as though holding its breath. The tall pines stretched overhead, their needles shimmering faintly in the early light, casting long, wavering shadows across the mossy floor. The camp was quiet, save for a few early risers preparing for the day. Mara sat on a fallen log, sharpening her claws on a stone with slow, deliberate strokes. Her usually fierce gaze was softened by worry, her brow furrowed as she looked up when I approached.

“Fill me up. I want to feel you cum in me.” He didn’t make me beg longer. He lined up and thrust in hard, bottoming out in one stroke. I cried out, back arching off the branches as he stretched me open again. Pine needles scraped across my bare tits where my sweater had bunched up under my arms, the sharp little pricks sending sparks straight to my clit.

It takes him a moment to read the room. All four of the guys are standing with one of my books in their hands. I know what each one is by glancing briefly at the covers. All of them are erotica, werewolf, and absolutely filthy. I have had to read most of them one handed and almost always fantasised about Phoenix and I as the main characters. “What the hell is going on? Why is Rose embarrassed?” Phoenix glares at his brothers as he steps in front of me. How did he know I’m embarrassed? He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified.

His muscular chest was completely bare. A view of Stanley like this made him seem cold yet desirable to Xyla. Stanley sat next to her directly. When he saw the screen on her phone, he extended his hand and scooped her into his arms before pressing his chin on her shoulder. “Reading the news?” He asked. “Yeah… You’re really quick…” Xyla said. “Am I quick?” Stanley asked. “Aren’t you?” “Looks like I’ll have to extend it to at least an hour next time…” Stanley chuckled.

Penn returns. “I wouldn’t have done that.” Stanley's Expression turned into a frown. “I am not that heartless, not after what she just encountered with the Prince and the very beautiful lady. I would have waited until at least tomorrow.” Penn just smiled at Stanley who was looking at him expectantly. “What?” she asked. “Where is my gift, you brought one for Rima. Where is mine?” Stanley asked. “And why should I buy one for you? You are not a lady.” Penn Informs Stanley drily who rolled his eyes at Penn words.

she says, low and commanding. What? Stan grins like he’s just been handed a trophy. Then he turns to me. “You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to.” I don’t even know what to say. Stan shrugs and moves closer to Inker as she starts peeling off her clothes slowly. My stomach twists as he lowers his head to her pussy, Inker’s gaze locked on him. Then he dips his head lower between Inker’s thighs and the room fills with wet sounds I can’t unhear. His mouth moves against her like he’s starving. Inker arches, a low moan spilling out as her nails dig deep into his shoulders.

The ink trembled at the end of her name. He didn’t look at her. Couldn’t. The scribe closed the book and gave a small bow. “It is done.” That was the moment he was supposed to turn to her. Touch her. A hand to the shoulder. A brush of fingers against hers. Something that signaled possession, or unity, or whatever hollow gesture passed for affection in this house. But Xavier didn’t move. His body refused. He stood there, stomach churning, hands still behind his back like he was bracing for something he couldn’t name.

*********** **Alora’s POV** I was inside, chatting with the twins, who were surprisingly well-behaved for the moment. Their innocent giggles filled the room, but I knew better than to let my guard down. These girls were trouble waiting to happen, and I was counting on it. Just then, the door opened, and Stanley appeared, looking utterly exhausted. The pink singlet was damp with sweat, and despite his disheveled state, there was something undeniably attractive about him. He was sweaty, disgruntled, and—though I’d never admit it—kind of sexy in a way that made my pulse quicken. I stood and walked over to him, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “Well, Stanley, I have good news,” I said.