Chase just wants to celebrate joining the Brave Brigade and finally becoming a superhero. And it doesn't hurt that you get to join in on the celebrations. Or maybe it does.
(Fingering, PV sex, squirting, Young Chase is a little shit)
Based on this ask and my own ovaries needing this man like air atm
"Come on, say it"
You squirmed. Gripping the headboard as your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull. Hips jerking and fighting against the hand on your stomach. Pressing you down, keeping you still as two long digits vibrated inside of you. His palm on your clit. Channelling all his speed into one spot. One punishing, brutal spot.
"Don't-ah, fuck-Don't be so fucking cocky"
"I'm not cocky. I'm a fucking super hero. Now say my name"
He sped up. Rubbing that spot inside you harder. Fingers so fast, they became a blur. Constant and inescapable. Juices squelching, trailing down your crack to soil your sheets.
"C-chase..."
"Mm not that one. Say my name, come on. You know you want to. Fucking say it before you squirt all over your pretty sheets"
He was still in the suit. Helmet removed, gloves pulled off. Arms bare and muscle's shifting. The fabric skin tight and so tempting. So pretty. You were almost thankful when he pressed down harder, because your eyes closed. A strangled noise leaving your lips as you bucked. Reaching down to grab his wrist. But it was moving too fast. Settling for his biceps instead. Fingers digging in painfully as he chuckled. Actually chuckled. Locs in his face and a shit eating grin spreading across his cheeks.
"I'm not-oh shit-I don't squirt"
"You are tonight, baby. And if you don't...well, I'll just go faster"
And he did. Adding trusts and vibrations you could feel all the way up your spine.
"Go on, say it"
You shook your head. Gasping for breath. Pressure building.
"No. I won't feed you ego like that. I won't-shit, shit"
He pressed down more. Moved more. Leaned in and bit at your neck. Sucked on your collar bone as you gripped at his hair. Pulling and tugging and sobbing as you felt it. Felt all of it. A rubber band about to snap.
"Say it"
And snap it did. Sobbing and bucking. Back arched so high off the bed he didn't even need to lean down to suck a nipple between his lips.
"Fuck! Trackstar!"
Wave after wave. Squirming and squirting on his fingers until his suit was soaked. Your sheets ruined. Body twitching and weak. Batting him away as your clit became overwhelmed. Your hole raw and stretched. Letting out a choked sound as he pulled his fingers free, giving your swollen clit a soft slap just to watch you jolt.
"Mm that wasn't so hard now was it?"
Your eyes couldn't focus. Staring up at the ceiling as you felt him pull away, shifting on the matress.
"Fuck...fuck you"
It was weak and pathetic. A soft whimper as the matress dipped between your legs. Thighs pushed up and apart. Gloves back on, and helmet snug on his head. Suit pulled off and cock twitching. Tapping against your still throbbing cunt. Soaking himself in your juices as he leaned down. Biting and pulling on your bottom lip. Sliding in with ease.
Since we started talking about dispatch, can I request a hurt/comfort for Young Chase and how he’s coping with his powers slowly making him older 😭
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Young chase you say 🤭👀
Pairing: Chase (dispatch) x fem! Reader/ Trackstar x reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader except for clothing, young! Chase, established relationship, a bit of hurt comfort, a couple of suggestive jokes, language, fluff!
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“What the flying fuck is this?” Chase looks at his reflection with shock and disgust.
Just right beside his right eye are crow’s feet that he never noticed before, very prominent in fact that he wonders how it got there overnight. To Chase, it’s huge, like he has suddenly grown a third ear right on his forehead.
“You okay?” You call from the bedroom, hearing him rummage through the bathroom medicine cabinet. “Chase, I told you that no one can see your pimple.”
“Fuck…” He clenches his teeth, looking for your moisturizer. “Babe, where’s the cream you use every night?”
“You mean my expensive moisturizer?” Snorting, you clasp on your bracelet that Chase gifted to you on your third anniversary with him. When he doesn’t answer, your concern grows. He would have a clever retort by now, but as you hear another frustrated groan, you stand up with your silk dress trailing gracefully behind you. “Chase, we’re going to be late for the award ceremony.” Peeking over the doorway, you see him dip his fingers into the tub of moisturizer that has you cringing. “You know the instructions reads ‘pea sized amount.’”
“Babe, fucking look at this!” His frantic eyes turn to you.
Your gaze unabashedly ogles him in his suit and tie that’s perfectly tailored to him. “You look fucking hot.” Smirking, you let out a low wolf whistle.
“I know, but it’s not that.” He points right in the corner of his eye as a dollop of moisturizer gets flung right on his iris. “Son of a—!”
“Come here,” clicking your tongue, you grab a wad of tissue and swat his hand away before he smears even more cream right on his eye. “Just let me handle it.” Voice soft, he finally relents with his arms falling to his side, shoulders slumped as he lets out a huff. You dab carefully at his eye and then wet the corner of the tissue before washing out the remaining moisturizer. “There, does it still hurt?”
Chase blinks warily, nose scrunched as he turns back to the mirror to check the damage. “No, it doesn’t sting.”
“You’re welcome, Narcissus.” Mumbling, you throw the tissue away, taking his chin in between your index and thumb as you turn him to face you. “You just wasted fifty dollars worth of moisturizer, it’s not a miracle fix, you know.”
“Babe, I have wrinkles.” He says as if he was telling you something dire.
“Wrinkles are fine—”
“Just last week you found a white hair on my head!”
“It’s natural.” You try to calm him down with your hands on his chest.
“I’m barely thirty!” Stomping his foot, he goes around you to the bedroom, huffing and puffing before he plops down on the bed dramatically, body bouncing down briefly.
Your face pops out from the corner of his eyes, smiling sweetly down at him. “You’re twenty six, and you’re right, that’s not even skimming thirty, handsome.”
Groaning, he places his arm over his eyes as he feels the bed dip beside him.
“Chase, come on, you’re still young, sometimes people grow white hair and get crow’s feet earlier than others.” Sighing, you decide to lay beside him, staring at the ceiling before turning to face him with your arm laying atop his stomach, and leg propped on his lap. “Y’know, we can skip the awards show and just stay at home fucking around, literally and figuratively.”
Chase snorts, blowing a raspberry and taking the arm that was over his face and then under your head while his hand grasps at the silky fabric of your dress right on your hip. “That’s tempting. But I promised Mechaman that we’ll be there.” He says in a low tone, eyes remaining on the ceiling.
“Okay,” you cuddle closer to him, cheek pressed atop his shoulder as you trace the buttons on his dress shirt. “You know that you’re still hot in my eyes, right? Wrinkles and all.”
“Just in your eyes?” Chortling, Chase side eyes you.
“Bitch, yes, because my eyes are the only ones that matter.” That gets a good laugh from him. You flick his chest, twisting up, a hand right on his chest to look down at him with a glower. “Right?!”
“Yes, right, babe, yeah.” His palm squeezes your behind unabashedly.
“Correct answer.” Your lips hover above his own, index carefully wiping at a stray blob of moisturizer on his temple. “You don’t have to worry about growing old anytime soon when we’ll be growing the whitest hairs and having wrinkles for days together.”
“You wanna grow old together?” His eyes shine, beaming up at you, hands caressing your back.
“Fuck yeah,” you exclaim without missing a beat. “I know we’d be those old couples who aged like fine wine.”
“Yeah,” The thought makes his heart sing, imagining a life with you as you both grow old gracefully together. “I’m sorry for wasting your moisturizer.” You hum in content from his apology, satisfied enough that he’s cuddling you in his own way. “You’re right.” Letting out a sigh, Chase pecks the tip of your nose. “I’m curious though, would you still jump my bones if one day you wake up beside Benjamin Button?”
“Fuck, that’s an obscure reference.”
“C’mon,” his cupped palm around your behind shakes you. “yes or no? I might need the blue pill soon.”
Sucking in your teeth, the same smile he loves so much curls around your lips. “Well, good thing I like older men.”
Chase mirrors your smile, chuckling. “I’m only a year older than you, asshole.”
“Okay, grandad.” Joking in a sing-song tone, you lean closer to him, meeting with his lips.
“Brat.” He matches your tone, holding onto the back of your head as he gently pushes you deeper for a much needed kiss.
PLEASE READ B4 REQUESTING: I am putting these on my AO3 page instead of my tumblr page just to keep everything a little more organized, so they will appear there
Malevola: Physical Touch. She fucking loves man handling you. Sorry not sorry but you will be tossed around by this woman like there’s no tomorrow. If you’re in public, you’re holding her hand, if you wander off, she’s tugging you right back into her beefy arms. Hugs and kisses constantly, especially if you’re talking to someone else who seems a bit too interested in the conversation. You WILL be smelling and touching her 99% of the time, prepare yourself
Chase: Quality time. After being a hero for so long and feeling like he’s lost a shit ton of time in life, he refuses to compromise that shit any longer. He goes to work, does his job and then he’s immediately back to you. Chase might give you a hard time every now and again about you working too much or how you should relax more, but he’s ultimately just happy that you’re the person he gets to come back to
Sonar: Physical touch. You thought Malevola was bad? You haven’t even met Sonar’s clingy ass. He’s not as much into the man handling but you were anything slightly revealing, especially your chest. His face is going in between your cleavage/pecs. Men too, he doesn’t discriminate as long as he can press his nose and face between them, he’ll die a happy man. Always has an arm slung around you and constantly brags about you too
Prism: Receiving gifts. She gets gifts from all kinds of fans from her singing career to her hero career but every gift you give her reminds her why she chose you. From small trinkets to large grand gestures, she appreciates all of them, especially listening to you explain why you got it or how it reminded you of her. She spoils you right back naturally but seeing that you know her so well always makes her light up with joy
Base Yandere Chase Headcanons: Chasing His Darling~ (Dispatch)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter! This one is with Chase and him being yandere for you, the Gender Neutral Reader! Please enjoy this chapter!]
(Disclaimer: Chase is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Chase X Gender Neutral Reader From Dispatch-
.Chase was a speedstar superhero, but he could move so many times faster than the average human, which also made him age that same amount of super speed.
.Now he can no longer use his powers and looks like an old man when he is really in his 30s.
.After what happened with Shroud, he found it hard to accept that any villains, current or old, were anything but scum of the earth.
.He is not very supportive of the Phoenix program, not at all, but something or someone he is very supportive of is you, the love of his life.
.He might look like an old man, and have the heart of one too, but he is a young man at his soul, and he loves you with all of him~ Body, Mind, Heart, and Soul.
.He was a little gruff and rough around the edges, but that is because his body is old as shit and he is not as old as shit.
.He is a sweet man who does care for the people close in his life, and he is a yandere who is sweet on you.
.He cannot help but desire you, and you make him feel so alive! He wants to live the rest of his days with you!
.He is the type of yandere who knows time is precious and that the time he has with you is even more precious.
.He may not have a lot of years left in him, but he is going to make sure that his time is spent with you, living the best lives that you two can.
.He is a protective yandere who will even use his powers (which could kill him) to save you.
.He loves you and is very sweet on you, wanting you safe. Long after that, he is gone.
.What does piss him off is that some person is going to be with you after he dies, and there is nothing he can do to stop it.
.Which means as long as he is alive, he is going to be a yandere who will never share you.
.His time is limited and precious, and he is not wasting a single second of it with you being with anyone else while he is around.
.He deals with rivals with the piss of attitude he does with the former villains of the Phoenix program.
.His rivals are unworthy of you, and as long as he is alive, he is not going to let any rival steal you away from him.
.He is going to put those rivals he has in their place and make sure that they know you are taken, and they better back off if they know what's good for them.
Because he still knows how to use a gun if he has to, or he can quickly learn how to use one, and he is not afraid to use one if it means he keeps you as his.
.He also would use a gun if anyone tried to hurt you, in self-defense, he was protecting you and keeping you safe.
.Keeping you safe no matter how many bodies he has to drop for you, even if it is his own body that drops for you.
.He would rather you be alive and safe than him be alive without you or with you hurt.
.Protecting you is the first concern, and even if you do not love him, he would still want you in his life and would still protect you. (More on this in a bit)
.When he finally does confess his love to you, he is putting Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, on the line to be with you.
.Because he does not have a lot of years left, and you are his one and only hope.
.If you do accept his love, he is over the moon, and he is going to want to do everything he can with you.
.That includes having sex with you, which you'd better go easy on him, or you might just make his old ticker stop!
.Although Chase would see dying for having amazing, mind-blowing sex with you as a total win for him. It is ONE HELL OF A WAY to go out!
.But if you did not accept his love and rejected his love confession, he is really hurt, but he still wants you to be a part of his life.
.He made sure that he could still be a part of your life, and while he is doing this, he is keeping all rivals away.
.Because you may not want him, but that does not mean he is going to sit back and let you love someone else.
.He loves you and refuses to watch you love someone else while he is alive.
.He is mostly fine with you loving someone else when he has died, but he is not willing to watch it or let it happen while he is alive.
.He also makes sure to stay in your life to keep you safe and sound, so that you can live a life much longer than his.
.Knowing you can live a good life after he is gone makes him so happy!
.Bonus, he can be a very grumpy yandere that does not tolerate you being too reckless.
.He loves you and will cherish his time with you, but he is going to make sure you are not putting your life at risk, and that you are not going to throw your life away.
.He is a yandere who will chase you down until he drops dead, so that he can just be in your life, even if it is just as friends.
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter here, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
