“Up until now, time had lost meaning to Stark because life
had lost meaning. Now it was different: Time continued to mean nothing to
Stark, but it wasn’t because of a sense of hopelessness. It was for the same
reason it usually happened: He was in the throes of creativity.
Tony Stark was perfectly capable of getting up first thing
in the morning, heading down to his work shop, and working until he finally
noticed the hunger pangs in his stomach screaming at him. Taking a break, he
would head to the kitchen to grab some breakfast only to discover that it was
That same focus of energy and effort was present now.”
Requested: #30. “Darling, we’re going to be- wow.” & #39. “It’s taking everything that I’ve got to not fuck you right here, right now.” From the prompt list. Thanks for requesting! x
Today was the day of the official Dunkirk Premiere. Harry had been buzzing all week, talking about how excited he was for Y/N to finally be able to watch him in action.
“Yeh almost ready, sweetheart?” He calls from downstairs, pacing around the room as the nerves start to build up.
“Give me a second, just touching up my make-up!” Harry sighed at your response, shaking his head slightly before taking a seat on your shared sofa.
Ten minutes had past and you still hadn’t come down, “Darling, we’re going to be- wow.” He sucked in a breath once you came into view. You wore a long, silky red dress that had a slit on the left side, exposing from the top of your thigh to the bottom on your feet. Your hair was perfectly curled as you made you way down the stairs.
“You best close that mouth of yours, don’t want to be eating any flies now do we?” You chuckle, placing a kiss to his cheek before grabbing your bag.
“Yeh look incredible.” He finally says once you both reach the elevator, his hand finding it’s way around your waist, pulling you closer to his side before dipping his head down, “It’s takin’ everything that I’ve got to not fuck yeh right here, right now.” His voice raspy as his warm breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“Keep it together, H.” You smile up through your eyelashes. The elevator doors finally open, allowing the both of you to enter. It was silent at first, both of you didn’t know what to say, secret glances were shared as the both of you remained still.
“Fuck it.” He grunts, pushing you forcefully back onto the elevator walls, you let out a huff before his lips attacked yours, his tongue immediately roams your mouth, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck. His hands trailing down your body, taking in every curve before landing on your exposed thigh, his cold rings against your skin was enough to leave you dripping. The familiar sound of the bell, indicating that you were on the ground floor, chimed through your ears. You both split, you quickly fix up your hair before the two doors open once again.
“We’ll finish that tonight, yeah?” He winks, wrapping his arm around your waist.
I like to imagine commoners daydreaming about attending fantastical Imperial events, where they might get a glimpse of Emperor Hux’s stunning Consort/Enforcer/Space-Wizard, Kylo Ren. Good luck getting super close to them though; he’s incredibly territorial…