sorry guys for the bad

He had only been home two days. Two days and he was already back to his usual ways. Leaving the toilet seat up, not loading or emptying the dishwasher, his dirty socks were still on the bedroom floor where he left them the night before. However, all of these things that would usually have you going through the roof were completely overlooked. He was finally home with you and that’s all that mattered. His little quirks.. well, you’d work on them over the week.


He hadn’t been in bed when you woke up so you knew the timezones were messing with him. You get out of bed, rubbing at your eyes as you try to focus in the dimly lit room. The only noise filling the house is the sound of your feet padding against the floor as you make your way downstairs. You stop when you see him, sitting on the sofa with his journal in hand. He’s always been like this. When he can’t sleep and he doesn’t want to wake you, he turns to his journal for some company.

“It’s a bit late, H, don’t ya think” you say, chuckling when he jumps slightly.

The smile that takes over his face at the sight of you makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy.

“Stupid timezones have me wide awake, pet” he mumbles as he moves his journal to the side, allowing you to take its place on his lap.

You rest your head against his shoulder, taking the time to breathe in his scent. He smells like Harry, *your* Harry. He smells like Home.

“Missed ya, love. Don’ like bein’ away from ya for so long” he mumbles as he presses light kisses to the top of your head.

You feel his arms tighten around you as you press a kiss to his neck and tell him that you missed him too, so very much and it fills you with such a sense of comfort and safety that you don’t think you’d feel anywhere else other than when you’re in his arms.

You don’t know what comes over the both of you then. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep or the lack of intimacy and contact between you both while he’s been away. His lips attack your neck first, nipping and sucking on the skin as you let out a whimper.

“‘M gonna take care of ya, love. Promise ‘m gonna make ya feel good” he mumbles as he picks you up. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you upstairs.

He wastes no time in ridding you of your pyjamas, taking a few moments just to admire you as your cheeks redden under his stare. “So beautiful” he murmurs in your ear as his hands travel down your body, his lips finding yours once more.

It doesn’t take long before you’re begging him to please, give you what you want. He’s taken a liking to teasing you over the years, never really giving in until you’ve begged enough times.

“Wha’ did ya say, love? Don’ think I heard ya” he teases as you beg him once more to please just fill you.

“I-I need.. I need you, Harry please” you’d whine as his fingers played with your clit, causing you to buck your hips and gasp.

When he knows you can’t take it any longer, he rids himself of the rest of his clothes and positions himself at your entrance. You can feel the heat pooling at your centre just at the thought of finally having him, like this, after such a long time.

Your moans mix with his, filling the otherwise quiet room as he thrusts into you. You wrap your legs around his waist, begging him to move faster, just to fuck you harder.

“We’ve got so much time, love. Jus’ let me take care of ya” he whispers in your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe.

The feeling of his skin against yours, him inside of you, his breath against your skin was all too much for your senses. He’d been gone for so long and now here he was, finally back with you again. Your nails dig into his back as he grabs hold of your hips.

“Missed ya so much, love. Cum fo’ me, come on love. Need to feel ya.. need to feel ya cum ‘cause of me” he breathes out as his thrusts become sloppy. You know that he’s close and that he won’t last much longer.

His fingers circle your clit and it’s enough to send you overboard. You scream out as your orgasm hits and he isn’t far behind you. He drops almost all of his body weight on top of you as you both try to catch your breath. He presses soft kisses to your chest, moving off you and turning you around to cuddle himself into you. You smile to yourself, just so content in the fact that he’s back home.

“Harry” you mumble, almost half asleep already.

“Yeah, love?” His reply is delayed and you know he’s falling asleep too.

“You’ve gotta pick up your dirty socks when you wake up.”

“For goodness sake, woman.”

I had an awful day so I upgraded my music notebook :v It only had the blue headphones on it :v xD I’m still mad but this little dork makes me less angry when I look at him :v

update on my life:

i’m doing much better. Sometimes I just bounce around like, really bad for a bit.

Sorry guys ;_; ya’ll all still welcome to talk to me, but I won’t be depressing lol

I haven’t animated in so long??

In case you’re confused! This comic is implying polyamory between Rick and the Stan twins (Rick Stanwich). Apparently Ford is the more likely one to kiss his neck? Because he immediately blames Ford? idk

I was doodling Stanchez one night with tesazombie. The next day I looked at one of the pictures and there was a smudge that looked like a hickey on Rick’s neck. I drew an entire comic based on an accidental drawing.