Ranboo X Tommy Novels & Stories

Take no prisoners. No one in the little town would believe that the tattooed, bike-riding hedonist as his mom was fond of calling him was actually a high-powered businessman who demolished anything that stood in his way. He liked it that way. Liked giving people the wrong impression so that when he sprung what the fuck he really was on them, it was too late.

Shut up, men; you are talking nonsense," Tom cut Ryan up at once, and he kept quiet. I smiled. "You like Betty?" I asked. "Hell no, who would like a crazy girl like her?" he said. "Said someone who refused to come to our coronation day, just because he didn't want Betty to see his pimples," Tom said, and Ryan rushed immediately, covering his mouth. I couldn't help but laugh, how funny they both can be. Tom was completely different from Tim and Theo; he was carefree and jovial. You can read him like a book and understand, but Tim was blank. He was full of misery on his own, but one thing was sure: he wasn't a bad person. He could act cold, but his heart was like that of snow, pure, as for The

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He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

Then he scooped my tits out of my bra and started mauling and kissing and sucking on them. "He turned to Tommy, and sneered, 'Watch and learn, Tommy-boy. This is how you get a girl hot for your cock! They really like rough titty-play!' "Tommy could see me roll my eyes, and he had a hard time not laughing. "My bunched up bra was pinching my boobs while Marty was mashing them, so I said, 'Take my bra off, baby! Strip all my clothes off! Show Tommy what he's not going to get until you're all done with me!'

He was in his late thirties although he didn’t carry his age too well, looking closer to fifty. “Miss Vavoom I presume?” said Tom as he extended his hand towards Brandi. “Yes, are you Captain Robertson?” Brandi asked, her voice shaking slightly as Tom towered over her. Tom shook her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Vavoom, I’m a big fan!” “Really?” Brandi said in surprise. “Please, call me Brandi.” “I love your movies Miss..Brandi,” said Tom. “Especially the ninja one, you were incredible in that.”

​"Elara! Fear not! Assistance has arrived!" ​I looked up to see Tommy—known to most as the guy with the permanent runny nose—scrambling toward the ditch. Today, however, he looked different. ​He was wearing a leather jacket that was three sizes too big and a pair of dark sunglasses, despite the morning fog. He looked like he was auditioning for a low-budget action movie. ​"Tommy? What are you doing?" I asked. ​"Protecting you from the labor," he said, puffing out his chest.

"Good thing my obedient son is here to keep me company. Daddy doesn’t have to humiliate herself alone." One of the men joked, "Hey, why do you two have matching tattoos on your backs? Couple tattoos, huh?" That was when I saw it—the wing tattoo on Brynn's back matched Ronan's perfectly. He had once told me he got it when he was young and foolish. So he had already given his heart away long ago. I was the only one left in the dark. She insisted on another round and lost again. Someone teased, "So what’s it going to be this time? Top or bottom?"

Tommy headed over to one of the booths and I followed, with Alex at my back. I slid in one side and Alex slid in next to me, despite the disapproving look from Tommy. I rolled my eyes at him. I wasn’t upset with how close Alex was. The guy had filled out a little since I last saw him, but it was obvious that it was all muscle and his arms were decorated with what looked like Norse tribal tattoos. His dark hair was cut pretty close to his head, not completely shirt but not enough to grab when you… I blushed at the thought that popped into my head.