TMR Imagines and Preferences

Love Bites

Thomas- "Y-, Y-, Y/N, we h-have to go, or we'll b-be late," Thomas choked out. Your lips were on his neck leaving little signs of your love on his skin, and you could feel on your thigh that you were doing it right. His hands were tangled in your hair and pulled you closer, tighter to his body. Just as you felt shivers run up and down his body, and the tight restraint on his pants at its biggest, you pulled away. 

"You're right Tommy. We should get going," you smiled in victory. You crawled off his lap and got out of the car, hearing him groan behind you. He grabbed a jacket and held it in front of his body, and walked ahead of you to the door. 

"Y/N! Thomas! I'm so glad you could make it! Toby is just back there, and the rest of the family is coming later," his sister said. You patted Thomas once on the shoulder, and went to see his nephew and give him his birthday present. T/S/N followed and went to the kitchen, where she was putting the finishing touches on the cake. 

Toby was playing with some of his legos, and you sat down next to him to help. Thomas ruffled Toby's hair, and then went to the kitchen to get a drink. 

"Thomas! You should really cover those up, they're getting quite dark. Oh- and next time, you should use the backseat. You can get down and no one will notice what's going on from across the street," she chided. Your ears burned red when you realized what she was talking about. 

"What is mommy talking about?" Toby asked. 

"Oh," you began, trying to come up with an excuse. "Uncle Tommy finally got some chest hairs, and he was showing them off, but mommy told him not to brag. He forgot to wrap your present too, so he had to do it in the front seat before we came in," you lied, trying to convince him. Satisfied, Toby looked to his present and his face lit up, before he went back to his legos. You stood up and went to the kitchen, where Thomas was still talking with his sister. 

"Hey Thomas, let's go get some of my foundation for your neck. I don't think telling your cousins and nieces that you were showing off your new chest hair is going to work very well." Thomas's face went bright red, and he followed you with his head hung low out of the kitchen. 

Newt- The morning after Newt's birthday, you woke up slightly sore, but not only on the inside. He had fallen asleep with his head on your stomach, but sitting up slightly, you could see the bruises all over your legs and chest. This wasn't the first time he left love bites all over your body, but usually you could cover them up before he noticed. Seconds after seeing the bruises, Newt's eyes opened and he looked at you sleepily. 

"Mornin' love," he whispered huskily. Flashing him a smile, you brought a hand to his forehead and brushed away the stray hairs. He began to return the smile when suddenly his face froze and his eyes lost their shine. He got up and went to the bathroom immediately, locking the door behind him. 

Newt didn't come out for more than twenty minutes, but you heard no noises coming from inside. When your curiosity became too much, you walked quietly to the door, bringing a hairpin along to unlock the door. You swung the door open and saw Newt sitting  with his legs folded against the tub. As soon as he realized you had opened the door he jumped up and rubbed his eyes quickly. There were no tears, but they looked red and bloodshot. 

"Newt? What's wrong with you? What are you doing in here?" you asked, rubbing your hands over his arms, which were colder than ice. You could see him shutting down, ready now just like the countless times in the past to say that he was fine and that nothing was going on. 

"Alright, I'm telling you right now Newt, we're cutting the BS out of it. Now. I don't want to hear 'nothing' or 'I'm fine' because I know that's not the truth and I really don't want to be angry with you. Now could you please just tell what is going on?" Newt brought his eyes to meet yours, and gulped.