Tommy X Tubbo Novels & Stories

She felt like she is a disgrace to womanhood by classifying them like that, after all, she is still a woman no matter what but she will think about that later because her joke, got her the attention of the man opposite her. Kane heard a man's voice and turned to look, he was surprised at what he saw, the young man was only a head shorter than him, he has this shiny blonde hair that was side swept on his forehead, a sea blue eyes, a natural defined nose, a full heart shaped pink lips and a diamond long face, a clean jaw which looks so smooth like it has never been shaved. He was dressed in a tuxedo and was holding two glasses of drinks with a nice smile which he found strange because it was a

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.

He is so fucking hot and so fucking mine. Tommy is almost six feet tall and all muscles. Not overly large, but definitely toned with a nice six pack. With one pull of his hand, he ripped his shirt off his chest then twirled it in the air. "Like this baby?" He teased me as he continued his Magic Mike performance with three cops also stripping next to him. "Hmm, needs some oil, baby." I threw a small penis shaped bottle at him and he chuckled. "Really?" His eyes were filled with amusement at the shape of it. Then his eyes caught mine and it seemed as if everyone in the room disappeared.

The faces of Drake and his emo-looking friends stared down in confusion. "It's usually Tommy who ends up in the bins," the girl said. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" Toni asked, smiling at Tommy as she pulled herself from the trash. Drake offered her a hand as she stumbled, pulling her leg from under a plastic bag. She thanked him before apologising for her pungent odour. "You should go home and shower," he suggested. "Tommy never does but I'm fairly certain he doesn't shower to begin with." The others chuckled as Tommy whined. "Hey, I shower on Sundays like everyone else."

Tommy Fox said seriously, "You know I'm always picky, and considering that I brought you all the way here to enjoy the scenery and good food, it wouldn't be fair if my junior refuses, right?" Tommy Fox possessed the ability to infuse everything with humor and wit. Privately, he was somewhat different from the calm, intelligent, and logically structured lawyer in the courtroom. However, there was a commonality: he was articulate but never imposing. Being with him, I felt light-hearted and happy.

A hiss left Tommy's lips before admitting, "I really hate to ask this of you, but I really needed sponsorship for our event in the coming days so I accepted a deal and in exchange, I am to offer the man a few minutes of your time - and you can have Denise there if you like." Gabrielle easily formed a frown on her face. Her lips twitched before answering. "Don't you think that's my decision to make?" "Please, Gaby. The man I am speaking about came from a noble family in Europe. He would not ruin his name and besides, we can have the dressing room open and have Denise there. It will simply be... a friendly conversation," Tommy suggested. "He is a fan of yours." Raising both brows, he said, "Ob

Tommy seemed to wonder the same as he briefly ignored Tobby to focus on the girl. "Really? Isn't he like, an—" he leaned into her ear, mumbling his words. "An asshole? - Y-yeah, well, I mean... ah, I don't know. Yes, he's been a huge jerk but... I can't help but pitty him. Part of me can tell that deep down... he's miserable. Suffering. And, despite it all, I can't stand seeing him like that or anyone else for that matter..."

She said in mock thought. I frowned, not understanding what she was on about. “What video?” I asked confused. “I was going to show you during break.” Tommy said behind me. “Let me see.” I muttered and slid his phone back to him. Tommy went to the school newspaper page and clicked on a video that had the title “Kid out of Control? I watched in silence as I watched myself taking a joint from someone. Another clip showed me leaning over and snorting drugs of a smooth belly. My beer and shots count was also running rather high. I pushed the phone back before the video was done and said quietly

I'm doomed! "I'm Alexander Villamonte, a pleasure to meet you." He said when he realized that we haven't introduced our names to each other so he's still basically a stranger. Damn! What situation I got myself into! It's trouble. "Follow me!" Dad said with full of authority. We quietly followed them to the living room Xander and I sat side by side while mom and dad were sitting across from us. I just played with my hands due to nervousness. Why do I have this feeling as if I am introducing a boyfriend?

But Tommy tried his best to get to know his idol better. "Why are you smiling?" asked Dante, sitting before Tommy shook his head, the smile still lingering on his face. Of course, it wasn't a mockery or disdain but a smile of pride. "I just didn't expect to be chosen to work with you, sir," Tommy replied. "You are our idol__" "We?" interrupted Dante. "Yes, me and my friends in special forces training," Tommy replied, sounding enthusiastic. "Oh yeah, how old are you?" asked Dante again. "Twenty-four, and you're only a year older than me."