Tubbo X Tommy Novels & Stories

Tommy tells Tia, "I'll be right back, I need to talk to a couple guys. Two minutes." Tia looks nervous but nods. Tommy kisses her cheek quickly and then bolts inside. He grabs a couple of his fellow mechanics, some big guys with unusual tattoos. They walk out together so Tommy could be in Tias' sight while the three talk quietly. Tommy shakes both guys hands with a smile and hops back into the cab.

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."

Tommy replied, stepping off the stool and following her to the table. Susie took a seat opposite her friend, leaving him to sit between them. "Hi," Tommy said to Casey, offering her his hand. "I'm Tommy." She took his hand gently, holding it for just a fraction longer than necessary, her hand warm in mine. "I'm Casey," she replied. "Thanks for the drink."

I'm Aubrey, what can i do for you" i ask him, getting tired of the conversation my tommy had started to hurt again He looks at me and dusts his tailored suit "I want you to be my Surrogate "

The moment he entered, he swiftly removed his towel as he stepped in front of a long, large mirror examining himself as he passed the towel over the wet places. Tommy's body was built yet lean with strong, muscular arms with the words 'Power and Loyalty', tatted on both arms. His chest was slightly buffed with a little dip that connected to his well-defined and toned abs. On the sides of his stomach tatted the words 'A real man isn't someone who kills people', 'But a real man is someone, who is respected by people'. After drying off himself, Tommy simply drops the towel on the floor before looking for a pair of sweats. Tommy then slides on a Calvin underwear that sits perfectly on his waist

He finally grabbed a white container. “What meds?” Nelo asked, very concerned. Tommy clattered to the floor, convulsing. “Get out...” “Let me help you— “Get out!” Terrified, Nelo scampered out. She had seen different versions of Tommy but never that one. What meds was he talking about?

With a final tap, a soft hum whispered through the room—the sound of bulletproof panels sliding into place behind the bookshelves, barely seen but very much present. “Ah, the sweet serenade of carbon fiber composites,” Tom thought wryly, “Music to my ears and a real party pooper for stupid bullets.” He glanced around, noting the position of each henchman with the same ease as if he were mentally bookmarking their profiles on MafiaMatch.com. “Swipe left, swipe right—nope, not a single dateable quality unless you’re into guys who communicate in grunts.” “Are we done with this circus, Tomas?” Grossman interrupted him, trying to reclaim the stage as his voice cut through the tension.

"I have never been to a pedicure store before." Tommy said, staring at the young woman who was gently massaging his toes, and he seemed to be enjoying each and every bit of it. I had informed Andro and his men that they shouldn't dare follow us into the spa. I had noticed how uncomfortable Tommy was with them, how he kept staring at them each time and how his hands shook anytime they were close by, and Andro had agreed to give us some distance. I'd been chatting with Christiana about the scandal and how we'd go shopping afterwards when suddenly, I perceived a scent. It smelled strangely weird, like bath-scented body wash mixed with powder—a strange powder...

“Oh...m–my...fuck!'’ I moaned out when I finally hit orgasm. After milking every come out of me Frederick rose to kiss me, letting me have a taste of myself. “That was awesome. but something great is coming.'’ he said, after disengaging from the kiss and began to take off his shorts. I swallowed hard many times in anticipation. Frederick has always been the better man for this job not because he's my first or because I love him but there's something about the way he fucks me that drives me crazy. “Are you ready for Tommy?'’ he asks stroking his dick with the best smile plastered on his face. Now. Look. At. That. Did I tell you guys who Tommy is? My bad. Tommy is long, thick, with a very big

I hissed, my cock throbbing violently inside of him. Tommy’s eyes rolled to his back. “I’m cumming.” Pleasure rippled through me, my balls jerked as I exploded inside me. My body tingled as I felt my warm liquid leaving me. Tommy’s jaw clenched and his release too. His cum jetted out spraying across my face. He collapsed into me for a while. After catching his breath, he stared at my face—my sperm decorated face. “That’s for my inside,” he said I laughed. “Let’s go and clean up.”