so im staying home tomorrow and i`m free all weekend meaning i can catch up in the smut sections n i only have like three or 4 to post will you guys request some stuff i kinda do wanna do a supernatural smut but im not sure what to write about do you guys have suggestions if so can you help me?
hey its Kassidy and I`m so very sorry about the smut see i was using my kindle that by the way i dropped in the toilet don`t ask how please i was not doing that kinda stuff tho. Anyway i have to restart and some i have to redo which is okay but some might be mean with the fights due to the fact that me and my ex broke up and all the drama along with that jerk face douche but yeah we`re sorry its taking so long with everything.
So more people want the Pete one so I’m just gonna do that when I get time.. Ok..
I decided to just post the entire Tony imagine together.
"I’m sorry I have to cancel our date, Vic is making us all stay late at the studio working on the new album," Tony said over the phone. He had to cancel a date again. I spoke quickly into the phone, "Tony it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, we’ll reschedule it. I’m not gonna take you away from what you love." I started pacing around mine and his bedroom, I stopped in front of the mirror. I stared back at the person looking back at me and I didn’t like her at all. She was fat and ugly. I noticed my shirt had started to ride up and saw a scar on my stomach from when I was younger. It was one of the more worse ones and it still looked as bad as when I had done it. "Babe, are you listening?" Tony’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Um, no. Could you repeat what you said?" I answered. "I said I love you," he repeated. I smiled at his words and told him, "I love you too." We continued talking until Vic called him to help with something. As soon as we hung up, I went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I walked to the bathroom and picked up an old habit I wished I would never go back to.
*a couple days later* *also Tony’s POV*
"I don’t know man. She just hasn’t been acting like herself, she’s been moody and like she has been sneaking around. Do you think she’s cheating on me? What if she’s pregnant? What if she’s cheating on me and she’s pregnant?" I asked Vic. "Dude, calm down. Y/N would never cheat on you. She’s probably just on her period or something," Vic tried to reassure me. I thought about it, "Yeah maybe she’s just on her period.. Should I ask her what going on?" Vic quickly turned to me, "NO!" He yelled. "God, Tony! You can’t just ask a girl if she’s on her period! Oh my God, Tone? Haven’t you learned?" He yelled even more. I just shrugged my shoulders.
I looked down at my arms. They were now littered with cuts. All of them were new. I’m surprised I’ve been able to hide them from Tony. Maybe a few more wouldn’t hurt. I lifted my shirt up and saw how many scars were on my stomach, my eyes widened. What the hell is wrong with me? I put my head in my hands and began to cry. The front door slammed open and I heard Tony yell, “Y/N! We need to talk!” I got up and pushed my sleeves down. As I walked out I wiped my eyes, Tony saw though. “Why are you crying Y/N? Did he fuck you too hard?” My face scrunched up in confusion, “What are you on about, Tone?” I asked. “YOU! You’re cheating on me aren’t you?”He yelled. “Why the hell would you think that?” I yelled back. “You’ve been sneaking around, ignoring me, what else do I need?” I was filled with anger, “Why didn’t you just fucking ask me before coming in and accusing me of cheating on you? Tony rolled his eyes before saying, “You would’ve lied anyway, so why does it matter?” I was gonna tell him, just to get him to stop saying I was cheating on him. Why would I cheat on Tony? He’s the most perfect boyfriend. Or so I thought. Apparently I took to long and Tony was back to yelling. “YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE Y/N! That’s why you haven’t answered. Goddamn Y/N, you’re such a slut.” Both of our eyes widened at his words, he started saying sorry and that he didn’t mean to say that and I started crying. “Tony, I’m not cheating on you,” I managed to choke out. “Then what is it?” He asked quietly. I slowly took my shirt off and flipped my arms over to show him. He gasped when he saw all the scars, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you and I’m sorry that I haven’t been to take notice. I noticed that you’ve been acting different but I never linked it to this. Why would you even start this again?” I began to put my shirt back on but he was quick to take it back off. He led me to the couch and sat me down and then say next to me. He started kissing my stomach and then went up to my arms and kissed them, “Why, Y/N?” It sounded like he was crying and my suspicion was found correct when I felt a tear hit my arm. “We never saw each other and my thoughts just got kind of messed up and was making me think bad things. I was thinking too much. I began hating myself again, I don’t know. What is wrong with me, Tone?” He shook his head, “Nothing is wrong with you, Y/N. You’re perfect. I love you. You’re a perfect girlfriend and I know when we’re both ready, you will make a perfect wife and mother. I love you, Y/N. I don’t ever want you to hurt yourself. I love you.”
I started writing the second part to my last tony imagine. Js.