#chamberofsloths

[complacentlyrotting]

Name change. Used to be chamberofsloths.

Not that I'm really active anymore but yeah 👍

[threeminutesoflife]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe!

Thank you, Sweets!!❣️🙌 hope you’re doing well!

[chubabub]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe!

Thank you, angel! Sending hugs right back at ya ^-^

[cockslutpadalecki]

Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so nice and cute. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!!! :D ♡

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[blackleatherjacketz]

Up On The Roof

Homelander x Original Female Character

Summary: Homelander visits an old friend in the middle of the pandemic.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, Explicit Smut, Disrobing, Teasing, Flying, Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex

Word Count: 1495

Tags: @letsby​ @chamberofsloths​ @winchestersrule8​ @genevievedarcygranger​ @likedovesinthewnd​ @acutecupidity​ @annablack1102​

Read more HOMELANDER

The scalding summer heat struck her face as the surgical mask left her cheeks, dangling by one ear. It swung silently by her side as rage and frustration built up in her chest, finally erupting out of her mouth in a deafening scream. Her hands shook as she yelled, fingers balling into fists she could no longer hold back as tears welled up in her eyes. They streamed down her face and neck, their heat paling in comparison to the sticky August moisture surrounding her.

This was her third day in a row at the hospital, of taking on more patients than she should, of working extra hours, of sending patients away because there weren’t enough beds to go around. She was exhausted, to say the least, and she was beginning to feel like there was no real end in sight. The roof seemed like as good a place as any to let her frustrations out; it was far away from her patients, her boss, or anybody, for that matter… wait a minute, who was that?

“What are you doing here?” she asked, not taking the time to wipe the tears from her eyes.

Her vision was blurry, but she could tell that it was him, the only man who could suddenly appear on the rooftop of a hospital building in the middle of the night. The only man who could fly at immeasurable speeds, and hear sounds from miles away. The only man who had a history with her that she’d willingly see again.

He turned toward her, his cape flapping around loudly behind him as the crimson and cream mixed together in an almost pinkish hue. He usually started talking at this point, putting on an air of grandiosity to impress her, but he remained silent. His typical heroic speech stayed locked up inside him, his eyes telling her everything she needed to know.

He was just as exhausted as she was, the dark circles becoming more apparent as he stepped in closer. His cheeks were more sunken in than the last time she’d seen him, his lips a little bit more dry. His bright blue eyes darkened as he looked her over, his irises retreating as he backed her up against the entrance wall.

She’d forgotten how tall he was, how big and broad his shoulders were as they cast a shadow onto her from the rooftop lights. She closed her eyes and let him touch her, his fresh clean scent swimming into her nostrils, washing her into surrender. She noticed the hairs on the backs of her arms stand on end as his palm smoothed its way across her hip. She hadn’t let anyone this close since she’d broken up with Mike a few months ago, and certainly hadn’t invited anyone else to do so in the pandemic.

“I could hear you,” he answered, wrapping his gloved hand around her neck. “Do you have any idea how fucking loud you are?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Hear me? I…” she started, gasping as he pulled her into him.

“Shhh…” He traced the outline of her mouth with his leather clad thumb, gently tugging on her bottom lip. “I feel it, too,” he nodded.

She swallowed hard as the space between them disappeared, her mouth watering as his hips caged her against the wall.

“All that anger!” He feigned a slow and scolding tone, scanning her vital signs to his advantage. “I can see it pounding inside your chest,” he paused, lowering his hand to the nape of her neck. “At one hundred and fifty beats per minute!”

He kept his eyes locked on hers as he traced his hand down her sternum, his cruel smile sending little jolts of lightning throughout her body. He took his time fingering the outline of her collar, removing her stethoscope and work badge before dropping them carelessly at her feet. “Oops!”

His smile widened, his thin lips parting to reveal his sharp and almost fang-like teeth. “You’re just like me now… so much contempt for them… so much rage!” His jaw clenched as he released the grip on her neck only to start pulling off his gloves. “It looks good on you!”

“Excuse me?” She scoffed, unable to make the connection between them.

He chuckled as he freed each finger from the cloth that protected them, leaning in to set them on the ledge behind her. “They don’t deserve us,” he whispered into her ear, his breath sending a tingling sensation down her neck.

She knew he had a superiority complex about his abilities, but didn’t think he’d ever compare that to her profession. Sure, he’d call her a hero every now and then, but she never actually thought he believed it. It just sounded like something Vought had brainwashed him into saying.

“If only there were some way to relieve all this stress you’ve built up,” he interrupted her thoughts, sliding his hand down the front of her pants.

She inhaled at the sudden contact, his fingers instantly spreading her lips apart to reveal the moisture that had collected between them. The tip of his index finger was rough, providing enough friction as it moved up and down her clit, sending waves of warmth up her spine. She had done this to herself countless times before, but nothing felt quite like him.

“Some way we could… I don’t know…” he trailed off, grabbing her wrist with his free hand and placing it on his own growing arousal. “Ease the tension.”

She moaned as he pressed two fingers inside of her, continuing his clitoral massage with his thumb as he curled his other fingers upward. “Homelander…” she whispered breathlessly, her mouth dropping open before colliding with his.

“Call me John,” he kissed into her mouth, biting her lip before pulling her pants and underwear down with ease.

“John,” she whimpered, savoring the unique taste of iron on his tongue. She followed suit and undid his belt, pulling his bulletproof pants down his muscular thighs as he popped up immediately. Good God, he was huge. Her hand gravitated toward his shaft to return the favor, but he stopped her.

He quickly pulled his fingers out of her, using her juices as lubrication to begin stroking himself. He smirked as he caught her staring, his eyes almost black now as brought himself to full attention, a hand still on her hip. “Like what you see?”

It seemed like forever since she’d last seen him do this, nearly forgetting how much it turned her on. The sight of his perfect body, the sound of him slicking himself erect made her even more wet. Before she knew it he had lifted her up, flying them on top of the ledge that housed the roof entrance door. The shingles scraped her lower back as he laid her down, entering her in one fluid motion. Another moan escaped her lips before he kissed her, his red white and blue cape covering their act from anyone who might be flying overhead.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her neck, moaning as he pushed himself deeper inside her. Their skin was flush now, sending those magical sensations through her body before he pulled out and pushed back in, repeating the motion over and over again. She thrust her hips up and into him, riding him in rhythmic harmony as he filled her to the brink.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she took control of her own pleasure as the tip of his cock continued to tease her cervix. Thrust after thrust sent countless pleasure signals to her brain, like one domino falling onto another before finally turning into a giant crescendo of cascading pieces. Her skin felt like it was practically on fire when all those dominos fell, sending her over the edge into blissful rapture.

“John!” She shouted out, not caring who could hear her. Her toes curled as she rode out her orgasm, her back arching as purple and pink colors flooded her field of vision. She closed her eyes and let them take over as she tightened her grip on his hips, afraid of letting this feeling go. Her inner walls pulsated around his cock, feeling him twitch and release inside her. How had she let herself go so long without feeling like this?

He grunted as she made him come, those grunts turning into animalistic growls as he filled her up, thrusting more aggressively each time as he unloaded everything into her. He cried out, kissing her neck and collarbone before eventually slowing down his pace. “God, I fucking missed you,” he panted.

“Me too,” she whispered, lazily kissing his cheek.

He smirked and pulled out of her slowly, taking care not to step on his precious cape before pulling up his pants and tucking himself back in. “We,” he started, pointing at her, “should do this more often.”

“You know where to find me.”

[risingphoenix761]

Tag Game

Tagged by @slytherkins ❤

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better/catch up with, then answer these questions

Three ships: (trying not to pick the usual ones...) Kaz/Inej, Jareth/Sarah, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

Last song: Magic Man by Heart

Last movie: Free Willy (haven't seen this one in over a decade and was I ever yeeted back to my childhood)

Currently craving: water, ginger beer, yet another viewing of The Shining

Currently reading: In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan, Dead As A Door Knocker by Diane Kelly (I don't seek out all of these murder mystery series with a quirky premise to tie them together but they find me anyway), and too many fics

Tagging: @rhyatt-deauxtreve @letsby @walkingaline @raspberrymama @im-immortal @rckyfrk @fanfiction-and-fantasies @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @chamberofsloths

[redmercysugar]

Who was in control?...

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[complacentlyrotting]

What my tumblr means

I was tagged by the lovely @opheliadawnwalker3. Thank you! ❤

Icon: Me. I should update it to a more recent one though. 

My content: Everyone I thirst over and all the amazing fics I reblog from all the talented writers I follow. Plus a bunch of random stuff that I find funny or aesthetically pleasing. The occasional post about myself.

Letter colour: White

Header: A gif of Negan because yes. I might change it but who knows.

Background colour: Teal? Or Aquamarine. I don’t know. Some kind of bluey green haha. 

URL: Heh so I used to have another blog on here but I deleted it because it was cringey. So when making this one I wanted a random name, something with sloths because I love sloths. Then I thought why not like harry potter but instead of a chamber of secrets it’s a chamber of sloths just hanging out being their best self. Which is goals honestly. So chamberofsloths it is 😁

Blog Title: I changed this yesterday after listening to Experiment on Me by Halsey from the Birds of Prey soundtrack (awesome movie btw). So now it’s “Who needs a Y with this many X’s?” which is a lyric from the song. 

I tag whoever else wants to do this!

[threeminutesoflife]

Pass the happy! When you receive this ask list 5 things that make you happy and then send a message like this to the last 10 people in your notifications 💕

Hope you’re doing well, Sweets!🧡 - this made me happy thinking abt what’s to come, thanks love❣️

1- Vinyl records

2- Spontaneous road trips

3- Wood crackling inside a fireplace

4- Apple orchards: caramel apples and donuts

5- Decorating for holidays 🎃 🎄

[cockslutpadalecki]

Ahh can I please be added to the tag list for Love You to Death?! It looks so good already! I'm so excited! 😍😍

of course you can my love ❤️ thank you, we can’t wait to share it with you!

[blackleatherjacketz]

My Brother’s Keeper: Chapter 17

Negan x Reader/  King Ezekiel x Reader

Summary: Your brother runs away from the Sanctuary and you pay the price. This Chapter: Morgan confronts you about your whereabouts.

Featuring: Morgan Jones

Warnings: Feels, Comfort, Angst, Mentions of Rick Grimes

Word Count: 1600

Read the rest of the story HERE!

Three knocks rapped lightly on the cedar door before the twisting of the brass knob squeaked over them. It was quiet but just loud enough to jolt you from the sporadic dreams you could barely call sleep. This morning’s events were too much for you to take in without giving your identity away to the rest of the Kingdom, so you convinced Dana to give you the rest of the afternoon off.

“Maria,” Morgan whispered, his timbre soft and gray like rain in the middle of the night, “Maria, it’s me.” He let go of the door handle before pushing it open, waiting on you to permit him entry.

“Yeah, come in,” you said against your better judgement, sitting up and wiping your eyes. The sweet release of sleep didn’t do you any favors as the scratches on your back continued to throb. You cleared your throat and wracked your brain for some believable story to give to Morgan, but could think of nothing.

“Dana said you weren’t feeling well,” he started, pushing the door open with one hand as he held a bowl of soup in the other.

“Not really, no.” You ran a hand down your lower back and winced. “You should go,” you grumbled, trying to push him away. “I don’t want to see anyone right now.”

“Nah, I won’t do that.” He set his staff against your dresser and closed the door behind him, slowly stepping into your safe space. “You need to eat, and I know you’re too stubborn to come and get some yourself.”

You laughed, amazed at his audacious generosity that never seemed to falter. How could someone like him exist in a world like this, with all the darkness and evil surrounding you? How could he be so sweet as you continually pushed him away? You didn’t deserve him, there was no way in hell that you could. You didn’t deserve any of this.

“Okay,” you nodded reluctantly, collecting the sheets around your waist as you sat up straight against your pillows.

“That mission Ezekiel sent you on today, what really happened?” He took the container off the bowl of soup and sat down in the middle of your bed, springs groaning from the extra weight.

“Nothing,” you lied, trying to keep the conversation light as he pulled a plastic spoon from a napkin in his pocket.

“Nothing?” he repeated, dipping the spoon into the chicken broth before cautiously blowing on it. He smiled and brought it to your lips, the aroma reminding you of the soup your mother made on those cold autumn nights in the middle of the school year. You remembered the leaves were brown and orange then, crispy as they fell off their branches in unpredictable patterns, the cool breeze tossing them in and out of your neighbor’s yard. If you closed your eyes long enough, you could almost convince yourself that you were back there.

“What do you know about the Saviors?” Morgan poured the broth into your mouth, his other hand under your chin.

“The Saviors?” You feigned confusion, swallowing the bland broth gratefully.

“Maria,” He leaned forward, setting the soup down on your bedside table. He looked at you with hardened features, his face stern like your father’s when he found out you got your first B-.

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded, letting your head hang down by your chest. You didn’t want to tell him, to ruin this pristine image he seemed to have of you. “I uh… you were so quick to protect me that day on the road, I didn’t want to tell you where I actually came from.” You swallowed hard, envisioning the shame and judgement about to shape your friend’s eyes.

“Yeah,” he paused, biting his lower lip. “I didn’t exactly tell you where I came from either.”

“And where’s that?” you asked, wondering if you’d actually get an answer from him.

“I was part of a community called Alexandria,” he started, clasping his hands together. “The Saviors were terrorizing a different group, stealing half of their goods, killing their men, holding them hostage. Rick wanted to…”

“Rick?!” You felt a shiver run down your spine, forcing all the hair on your body to stand on end at the sound of this man’s name. “You mean Rick, Rick… Rick the Prick?” You couldn’t stop yourself even if your wanted to, your ex-lover’s words leaving your lips.

“You know him?” Morgan braced himself, leaning forward as he stared at you. Oh, shit. You’d gone and said the wrong thing. The two of them were clearly close. “Rick Grimes?” He clarified.

“I uh…” you looked around the room for clues on what to say next, anything to change the subject before Morgan’s eyes zeroed in on yours. “I’ve heard of him, yeah,” you confessed, your voice cracking under the pressure.

“Rick wanted to retaliate against the Saviors, stomp them out for good.” He ran a tired hand over his face, shaking his head. “I couldn’t be a part of that, so I took off on the road and ran into you.” He sighed. “How do you know them?”

You let out an exasperated breath, wondering just how much of your story you should actually tell him. If he and Rick were really that close, your history might ruin your friendship altogether. But then again, if they had a falling out over what to do with the Saviors, maybe he’d understand more than anyone. Ah hell, you thought, Ezekiel already knew and he didn’t hate you. And trust goes both ways, doesn’t it?

You decided to tell Morgan the truth. “My family and I were on foot after our van broke down in Kentucky. The Saviors were the first sign of refuge we could find, taking us into the Sanctuary with food and shelter. I was a nurse there, that part wasn’t a lie. The rest of my family had skills useful enough to earn enough points to live decently,” you explained.

“You lived there?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I did,” you nodded, breath still bated. “Things were tolerable for a while until my brother took off with my mom and his wife in the middle of the night. He didn’t say goodbye, he didn’t…”

Morgan blinked slowly as he listened to your story.

“Negan demanded payment for the loss of resources, and he said he was going to burn my dad’s face off unless I…” you trailed off, looking at your feet. Morgan didn’t want to hear this part, but you had to tell it anyways. “Negan did what he wanted with me, dressed me up, brought me here to look for him, made him listen to us while he…” you stopped short, wiping your eyes before any tears could fall onto your cheeks.

Morgan’s breath came faster as your words progressed, his nostrils flaring in anger as he remained silent.

“We found my brother just outside the Kingdom that night,” you paused, looking down at Morgan’s bouncing knee. “I thought Negan was just going to burn his face off when we got back to the Sanctuary, but he… he used his bat instead. When it fell on him, all the sudden everything was…”

“Red,” Morgan offered, placing a trembling hand on yours. He nodded slowly as he squeezed your hand, biting his lower lip again as he tried to keep the rest of his words inside. “All you saw was red.”

“Yeah,” you let a tear fall down your cheek, still amazed at how comforted you were by his presence. “He’s gone now, and so is she.” You closed your eyes as more tears streamed down your face, rippling as they hit the back of Morgan’s hand. “The scratches on my back are from Negan. He sent me here to spy on the Kingdom so I can keep my dad and sister safe.”

“You were with him today?” he whispered.

“While you were at the drop?”

Morgan nodded.

“Yeah,” you admitted.

There was a heavy silence as you watched him process all this information, the details you’d rather him not figure out all coming together as he continued to hold your hand.

“I’m sorry you went through all that. Truly, I am.” He surprised you, blinking a few times as his eyes filled with tears, wiry lashes catching most of them. “The world wasn’t supposed to be this way, Maria.” He shook his head. “We weren’t built for this, but we can go on... for your brother, for my family. We can be better.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” you started, apologizing for whatever wound your story had opened up for him. God, you really were the worst spy on the planet, weren’t you?

“It’s okay.” He smiled without showing his teeth, grinning at the floor. “When you were there… at the Sanctuary, did you hear anything about him hurting Rick or Carl?” His eyes were desperate, searching your face for answers.

“No,” you sniffed up your tears and wiped your face. “Rumor has it he actually likes Rick and Carl.”

“Good,” Morgan nodded solemnly, squeezing your hand one more time before letting go and standing up. He took in a deep breath and pointed to the soup at your bedside table. “I made that for you, you should eat it.”

“Morgan?” You sat up straight as he walked over to the doorway and grabbed his staff. “If Rick does what he asks, they should stay safe.”

“Yeah,” he clenched his teeth, “I’m not so sure that’s gonna happen.

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[sherrybaby14]

20 Questions Tag Game

I was tagged by @mississippifangirl @fvckingavengers and @thran-duils (thanks ladies!)

1. Nickname: None...occasionally get called by my last name

2. Zodiac Sign: Capricorn 

3. Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw (I only know that from the quizzes..not into HP)

4. Height: 5’3

5. Last thing I googled: Alt Nation Playlist

6. Favorite musicians: (Of all time)  Alkaline Trio, Oasis, Green Day, The Cars, Eminem (at the moment) Alt J, Chance the Rapper, Foster the People, Missio, 1976, The Fratellis, The Grizzly Bears, OK GO, Bastille, Manchester Orchestra, the Wombats, Twenty-one Pilots

7. Song stuck in my head: I don’t have one at the moment, but the last song I listened to was Joy by Bastille 

8. Followers: 9,614 (and I love you all so much! Thank you for following my trash)  

9. Following: 409

10. Do you get asks: I absolutely love it when I get asks

11. Amount of sleep: maybe 6 hours...I sleep for shit 

12. Lucky number: 14

13. What are you wearing: a dress and sandals 

14. Dream job: Lotto winner...I would start a cult! (We discussed this on the Discord)!

15. Instruments: none...I have no musical talent whatsoever 

16. Languages: English, I can speak conversational Spanish, but I haven’t had to in a while so I would probably be very rusty.  

17. Favourite song:  (Of all time) Bleeder by Alkaline Trio (at the moment) In Cold Blood by Alt J

18. Random fact: I love the movie The Shining so much I actually read a textbook about it (and yes there is a textbook about the movie) you should Check Out This Blog if you are really into it too 

19. Aesthetic: Fall, halloween, pink, pillows, Aliens, dogs 

20. Dream trip: Anywhere tropical...I’ve always wanted to go to Martinique tho, and that is tropical so I guess there 

I’m tagging @chamberofsloths @sinceimetyou @tilltheendwilliwrite @lookwhatyoumademequeue @caffiend-queen @caffeinated--writer 

[supernaturalwritingbunker]

We finished Chapter 1!

We FINALLY finished Chapter 1 of our Dean series and it just needed editing!

It’s over 12k words! Is that okay with you guys?

It’s called Can’t Stop Lovin’ You and it follows our wonderful Dean Winchester and our OC Michaela ‘Mickey’ Storm!

Like we’ve said before it will follow the show. so each chapter will be an episode.

We might skip some episodes if we don’t need them but it will follow the show.

If you want Tagged: Like or Comment on this post!

@flashxspn @it-is-rebel-owl-ma-dudes @fandomsstolemylife00 @jai-lynne-unknown @akshi8278

Tagging Because you liked last post:

@vanhakirja @chamberofsloths @living-on-the-moon @1800endmeplease @sarsmilesah @idontknowwhyimhereatthemoment

[risingphoenix761]

POST 6 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF AND TAG 10+ PEOPLE TO DO THE SAME

Tagged by @rhyatt-deauxtreve 🤗😘

1. I can fall asleep just about anywhere (and I've fallen asleep standing up a few times...)

2. I can recite Mulan, The Princess Bride, and The Goonies from memory.

3. I've seen exactly two episodes of SpongeBob.

4. One of my favorite ways to spend a night in is to cook breakfast while listening to AC/DC Live.

5. I currently have a hankering for tomato soup.

6. I can kick serious ass at Clue.

Tagging @slytherkins @letsby @princessmisery666 @1000roughdrafts @genevievedarcygranger @rckyfrk @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @gneebee @amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes @chamberofsloths

[complacentlyrotting]

The poor sloths in your chamber

Haha It's supposed to be like the chamber of secrets from Harry Potter but with sloths. So they'd be worshipped in a way I guess.

No-one's ever actually commented on that before 😄

[threeminutesoflife]

Hi! I know this is delayed and we don't speak much but HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I hope you had an amazing day!!! 🎉🎁🎂💖

Thank you so much, babe!!🥰 I always get a kick when seeing your name pop up, especially with your freakin amazing hair color- my purple hair twin.lol❣️ hope you’re doing well, hun🧡🧡