Tommy Shelby X Oc Novels & Stories

August was almost over, Tommy's birthday was on the 30th. A date that she had to dig through his friends because he wouldn't tell her. He doesn't really celebrate his birthday, Charlene decided to organize a surprise party at the cabin for his 20th birthday before he leaves for Goldstone in September.

Axel requested. Shauna casually answered the call and said, "Hello, Axel is in the shower now and can't come to the phone. Can I take a message?" "Well, hello there, Sweet Voice. And who might you be?" Tommy said on the other line. "Um. Axel's girlfriend," Shauna replied. "Wohooo!" Tommy screamed. "He probably wants to keep you to himself. I'm Axel's old friend. I wanted to remind him of my birthday party tomorrow. You both should come."

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Chapter 1 little-angel POV. The funeral of the alpha of the Moonlit Claws pack had ended just a few days before. Life was slowly trickling back to normal, the hush of grief giving way to the anticipation of the upcoming ceremony. "The Shadowboom Unveiling", that sacred rite where the Moongoddess would designate the new alpha and show us our mates for under 18. I was joined by two of my childhood friends, Sunshine and Sunrise, as we made our way towards the apple groves .

With one lift his strong hands pull him out of the water. “Hey, I want to go under the water…” Tommy says with regret. Leo’s pupil cautiously dilates when Tommy wraps his tiny legs and arms around him.“Yeah, someday you will.” “Why not now.” Tommy frowns. “The ocean is big, you might get lost. And you will make your mommy and daddy suffer, yeah.”He walks to the shore, with his shoes in one hand and the other hugging Tommy. “You wouldn’t like that, right?” He puts him down with ease.

"Tommy was running mescaline for them, for their super-secret midnight rituals... Has to be pure, nothing synthetic... Gives them the high they need to contact the demon world... That's what he told me, at least." Jesus... And L.R.E.C. (La Reza Nation East Coast) found out." He took a swig from his pint. Then nodded and forced down a shot of Jack. Cohan was lining them up for him now, making the decision on Keegan's behalf; he needn't flirt with sobriety any longer.

Completely primal with his balls in this woman’s hands—on the cusp of undoing. “I need you in me.” “I’m close.” “We’ll go slowly.” “You’ll need to let go of me now or I’ll be indisposed.” Finally, she released him. Palm tingling with his absence. His rough breaths heaving into her back. Still, he stared at her lowered eyes—wondered how the woman could be so coy yet blow him to smithereens in thirty seconds with her right hand. The woman who once thought it so absurd they fuck in his car. “You’re going to be my end, Missus Carmichael.” He murmured the words, watching as she finally fixed him with another stare over her shoulder. She was the colour of a perfectly ripe mango; pink and warm and

"For instance, the atmospheric pressure today will impair your field of vision during outdoor practices." "Fuck, very romantic, Baldwin," I smiled, letting my eyes crinkle for the crowd. "Keep going, I’m so close." She sneered. "You are being ridiculous, Jaxson." Before she could offer another dry correction, heavy footsteps crunched against the light snow on the path ahead. Tommy and Caleb were walking toward us from the student center, carrying sports bags. "Look who decided to join the living," Caleb called out, slinging his bag over his shoulder. His dark eyes flicked from my arm around Feya's shoulder down to her face. "We thought you two were hiding out from the blog comments."

I know that this is a lot of information to take in, but Shane and Dee are handling it rather well. Shane looks at Finn. “What is your ability?” The omega smiles. “I can make people calm down. That is why I’m with Tommy all the time. He has some severe trauma in his past and without me close by to keep him stable, he has panic attacks.” Kane looks at Dee and Shane and quickly adds, “That is something that you can ask about another time. This isn’t the place to be talking about something like that.” Shane and Dee nod. Shane points to Tommy. “What is yours?”

I prop my phone on a stack of coasters, hit GO LIVE on the Riverbend Buy-N-Sell F******k group, and blow the camera a kiss. “Evening, y’all. Place your bets and your loads. Clock starts now.” First up is Tommy Lee, diesel mechanic, grease still under his nails. He drops his jeans, lines up, and slides home in one thrust. I’m already wet from the tequila shots and the sheer filth of what I’m doing. He groans like he’s dying, pumps exactly eight times, and unloads so hard I feel it splash my cervix. One. He pulls out, slaps my clit with his sloppy cock, and writes a fresh tally on my thigh with the Sharpie chained to the table. The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds.