#chase crawford

[godsfavrib]

Accidentally opened my eyes during prayer at church and saw the Seven deadly sins.

[aenslem]

THE BOYS (2019–2026) 5.08 "Blood and Bone"

[mjkdeee00]

I tried to portray Kevin as a rookie once again, I think Chace Crawford from Gossip Girl fits the role of a young inexperienced guy really well ejejje

[crazytrain0-0]

Tags + warnings: minors do not interact, power dynamics, humiliation, vague water!sports, sub!deep x dom!reader, light angst, the man is cocky, no implied gender, possible supe!reader (has enough strength to shove deep)

Notes: Thank you so much for the love on my first post! This is another draft not perfect but I hope you enjoy! (Always open to requests)

|| This man is keen on hydration + Pushing your buttons

The meeting room was almost empty as the sky cleared, stark rays beaming through the glass walls. Legs kicked up on the glossy table he leaned back into the leather clad desk chair without a care in the world. Kevin was rather content with his own amusement, pint glass in hand as he tapped his callused fingers along the rim.

“Afternoon” He shot you a flat smile as he lifted his chin back in his bravo. Your eyebrow raised quizzically folding your arms infront of your chest “Aren’t you supposed to be doing press today?” You questioned, puzzled by his lax posture, hanging about in the meeting room all alonesome. “Uh, Why do you care so much what I do in my free time?” He scoffs at you lifting his boots of the desk thudding them down on the office floor. “Well it’s not really free time if you’re supposed to be working deep” taking a few steps further rounding the rather large table only made for seven supes. “Oh shut up, you’re not the boss of me” He laughs out gesturing with his free hand before taking a gulp of his pint of water. “Don’t get all pissy Kevin, I mearly brought it up to remind you” squinting down at him you give him the same attitude, walking over to collect the papers you came here for.

Rolling his eyes before his gaze trains you, following your movement as you sift through a pile of dull paper work. Your fingers trace the small lettering trying to find the right sheet you need, mildly distracted by the loud gulping next to you. “Could you swallow any louder?” Muttering out as you slip your fingers through the pile. “Uh for you information, im making sure im utterly hydrated” He spits back glove fastened around the glass. You let out an annoyed exhale picking up the right document “rather big glass, you drink like a toddler” looking down at him smugly, his face furrowing up frustration. “Im god of the seas you know that right?” holding his head up mighty “and fuck you dude!” His composure falls as he shoots his chair back in a fit, huffing out as he storms off.

The day continues with horrific yet mundane duty’s working at the tower. Ashley’s assistant fast pace catching up behind you as you power walk through the hallway. A vulgar update about homelander lazering a crew member on set for his back talk. Nothing new for your job, closing your eyes tou hold the bridge of your nose, gaining speed in almost anxious power walk. “This is not my role, you need to take this to Ashley” the stern sentence leaves your mouth, unable to calm the panic im your body.

You let out a gasp feeling the weight of a toned body crash into you, sending the anxiety to spike. “God, fucking watch it?!” Deeps voice yells rolling his shoulders back shooting a bitter stare at you. “Hey you weren’t looking where you were going either!” Ashley’s assistant perks up surprisingly, both of you turning to look at her, face falling the moment deep daggers his gaze. “I wasn’t talking to you, assistant” He spits back vaguely sassy gripping a water bottle, shooing her away wavering his hand. “You are such a prick you know that right?” Raising your brows at him, your fault or not, his reactions stem from this self centred egomaniac bullshit and it pisses you off. He just chuckles low in response lifting the bottle to his lips before gulping down the leftovers. “Yeah whatever” he mutters barging his wide shoulder into your side, pushing you hard enough to snap something within you.

Spinning around on your heels, you grab both of his shoulders before shoving him into the ridiculously sized statue. “Yeah?!” You raise your voice feeling the heat rise to your head, ontop of a shit day the last thing you want to deal with is Kevin’s narcissistic attitude. “Y-yeah?” He mutters back eyes awide, completely thrown off by your sudden reaction, you’ve never reacted so angrily before to his cocky comments. Face in shock as he cowers slightly moving further back flush to the ceramic. Your gaze locks onto him trying to remain angry, but the way Hes looking at you is throwing you off. “Fuck you deep! Why do you have to be such a fucking cunt all the time” You shove him again less forcefully jabbing at his abdomen. He freezes up pushing your hand back almost wincing “n-not there…I’ve had a lot of water” muttering as he looks to the side, voice more quiet and timid now you hold the reigns. “Ha are you serious right now?!” You laugh out hand smacking his vought water bottle down to the ground. “I don’t give a shit about your shitting water, look at me!” Grabbing his chin roughly, you forcefully turn his head to face you, his piercing blue eyes hesitant to look at you.

Within this moment you almost buckle in, his intimidated flushed expression somehow awakens something within you. He looks so pathetic. Every cocky streak in his tone has long gone, Hes whispering. Cowering.

Your thumb grazes the wetsuit like fabric cloaking his waist before smoothing your flat palm over his lower abdomen. Thats when you hear it. A small weak whine leaves Kevin’s lips. Flicking your eyes back up to him, thats when you gently push against his bladder. “Piss yourself.” His pupils dilate mouth falling apart as he looks at you in fear. “W-what?” A Tremor in his response, subconsciously leaning into your touch. “I said piss yourself Kevin” you tilt your chin up whispering to the shell of his ear, leaning forward applying more pressure. Face bright red he groans weakly from your touch, something about your sudden anger already turned him on, let alone this. “I c-can’t” he squeaks out almost squirming under your touch, Hes never been more attracted to you right now. “Yeah you can, do it.” Snapping at him sharply your palm digs into him deeper, feeling his stomach rise and fall.

A small whine resonates into your ear as one of his hands wrap around your bicep squeezing softly. Looking down you notice a dark shadow flooding over the crotch of his suit, the fabric pitiful and wet. “What a good little bitch” You mock him as he frantically try’s to cover the area with his hands, so embarrassingly horny over this pathetic ordeal.

[indie-navarrete]

NATE ARCHIBALD — GOSSIP GIRL // S01 E01: "Pilot"

[scottxlogan]

Sebastian Stan as Chase Collins in The Covenant (2006)

[kanejscorner]

mother will FINALLY kill the deep yup!!!!!!!!

[gallavichsreddie1128]

His What? (Homelander)

Description: Nobody believes that Homelander has a wife even when she’s right in front of them.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 877

Author’s note: Send in requests for The Boys!!!

The Deep’s jaw dropped and Maeve laughed. The rest of the room went silent, too scared to have a reaction. “Your Wife?” The Deep asked as if that was the most shocking thing he’s ever heard. “Yeah right.” Maeve said. There was no way that Homelander had a wife. Who the fuck would want to marry him? “Yes my wife and I don’t know why that is so shocking.” “Have you met yourself?” Maeve asked. He ignored her question and carried on with the meeting. 

Y/N made dinner for the two of them as she waited for him to come home. Homelander was a different person at his house. He was John just for his wife. She heard him land outside the house and just in time for dinner to be done. She set out plates and as he walked in he smelt the delicious food that she made. “Hey babe, how was work?” She asked as she brought the food to the table. “They don’t believe you exist.” He said as he sat down at the table. “Who doesn’t believe I exist?” She asked as she sat down across from him. “The Seven.” He said and frowned.

Her eyes softened as she saw the frown on his face. “Why not?” She asked as she took a bite of the food. “I have no clue.” He said but that was a lie. He had more than just a clue. He knew why. “Well then tomorrow they are going to be shocked.” She said and he gave her a small smile. She never looked at him like he did anything wrong. She loved him for him and well that was all he could ask for.

The Seven’s jaws were to the floor as they stared at the beautiful woman that was in Homelander’s chair. Homie stood behind the chair and smirked at the reactions. “How much did he give you?” Maeve asked. Y/N looked at her confused. “What?” “How much money did he give you to act like his wife?” She asked. Homelander’s smirk dropped but Y/N brought it back. “I’m his wife you dumb bitch he didn’t pay me anything.” A Train let out a laugh as Maeve’s face went red. “Any other questions?” She asked and looked around at the members.

“Why him?” A Train asked. “Yeah. You’re so fucking hot and you end up with him?” The Deep asked. They knew that Homelander wouldn’t hurt them while Y/N was right there. “He’s hot too. And I’m not sure why this surprises you guys.” She said. “What can I do to get you guys to believe me?” Homelander asked. “Fuck her.” The Deep said. Y/N looked at him in disgusted. “What?” She asked. “If you guys are married then fuck.” “I’m not fucking my wife in front of you, you perv-” “Okay.” Y/N said and stood up. Homelander looked at her in shock as she motioned for him to take a seat in the chair. He did and she stripped down in front of the others.

Homie didn’t like that so much but she motioned for him to pull down his pants. Her shirt was still on and nothing else as she straddled him. His dick was already rock hard like every other dick in the room. Her hand ran itself up and down his dick as he held back groans. He bit his lip and tried not to think about the fact that everyone was watching them. She lined herself up with his dick and slid on it like she was used to it already. She was but to the others that was impressive. She gasped out and he finally let out a groan. She looked back at the others and all of them still looked shocked and some even looked in awe at the sight.

She smirked as she made eye contact with the Deep and started moving her hips. He didn’t know where to look. Her fucked out face or her hips riding Homelander’s cock? A Train stared directly at her bare ass as it moved. Homelander noticed this and moved his hands from her hips to her ass so he couldn’t stare any longer. She let out a soft moan as his hands helped her ride him. He stared up at her in awe and she stared back down at him with a small smile.

It took everything in A Train and Deep not to jerk off to the sight. Y/N felt herself get close at the thought of them watching her fuck her husband. “John, I’m close.” She whimpered and he chuckled. “Fucking me in front of my co workers just to prove that you belong to me.” He growled and one of his hands grabbed her throat.

She gasped and moaned out, “I do belong to you John. Every part of me.” The two got lost in each other, dirty talking and moaning until they both came. She let out the loudest moan as she came all over him. “Fuck.” Deep whispered as he watched her body shake and give out. Homelander came right after her and held her close as they calmed down. She sat up moments later and looked back at the seven. “Now do you believe us?”