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Anymore catalyst x horizon? I love this ship so much 😭❤️ I keep re-reading your other headcanons for them 😭

I'm glad you like my other work! Honestly astrowitch is one of my favorite ships in the game hdjdhaj I love them. I don't know if I have anymore headcannons that I haven't already said so I wrote a small fic instead, I hope you like it :)

Contains: hurt/comfort, established relationship, mention of child loss, grieving

I haven't written hurt/comfort since like middle school please don't bully me hdbsjsj

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The room Horizon sat in smelled heavily of incense and herbs. There were many plants lining the window sills and pretty much every other surface in the room. The space was comfortable, it felt welcoming and friendly.

Across the table in front of her sat Catalyst, looking ethereal like always. She was wearing comfortable clothes, a knit sweater and some sweatpants. She held a deck of tarot cards in her hands, shuffling them expertly. Ah, yes. They were having their weekly tea date. Catalyst had offered to give Horizon a tarot reading, since she seemed more spaced out than usual.

"Just think about what's been troubling you. It could be in the form of a question, or not." Catalyst's voice cut through the silent room, it was smooth. Horizon closed her eyes and thought about it. The room fell into comfortable silence again other than the sound of cards being shuffled and placed on the table. "Okay, open your eyes. Let me see what the cards have to say."

Horizon sipped her tea, tasting like lemon and lavender, and watched her girlfriend flip over the cards. Her fingers were entrancing, the way they moved without stutter or hesitation. She always seemed so confident in her actions. Horizon couldn't help but be amazed.

"The empress, reversed... Five of cups... The sun, reversed... oh Mary, you poor thing." Catalyst's expression changed, and she looked at Horizon in worry. It was obvious the cards weren't saying anything good.

"You're gonna have to tell me what they mean, Tressa. I'm not a mind reader." Horizon joked, trying to cover up her nervousness at the situation. She hated being vulnerable. She was supposed to be the one to comfort others, so when the situation flipped around on her it made her feel weak and scared.

To distract her from her discomfort, Horizon focused on the drawings that adorned the cards. They were hand drawn, all signed with a small star and moon in the bottom corner. Catalyst had made them recently and insisted on giving every legend a tarot reading to break them in. Every reading so far had been pretty positive, singing praise of strength and intelligence. This was the first time Horizon had seen Catalyst so troubled by the cards.

"Are you sure you want to hear it? I'm afraid it will be quite harsh."

"I'm stronger than you think, dear. I can take whatever this deck of cards will tell me." Horizon faked a smile and gestured for the other to go ahead with the reading. Still, Catalyst hesitated for a second.

"Okay," Catalyst sighed. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you."

The Empress is often a sing of fertility and femininity. When reversed, it signifies an emptiness within a person or that insecurities are showing. It can also signify a lack of progress.

"I feel like, maybe you are struggling to heal from a trauma that happened in your life. You miss something, it's making you feel empty, and you haven't been able to accept that it will never come back."

Horizon stared straight at the card, not wanting to see the pity that she could tell was in Catalyst's gaze. She didn't agree nor disagree with the statement, she couldn't bear to lie, but she couldn't admit her struggle either. So she chose to sit in silence and let her girlfriend move on to the next card.

The five of cups is a symbol of negative feelings, and often even just the sight of it makes a person feel discontent. They may be feeling disappointment or like they've been let down by someone close to them. It is also often associated with loss, grief, and mourning.

"You're grieving for someone... or something." Horizon could tell that Catalyst knew exactly who she was grieving for. "You're mourning something that you've lost. This can be the same thing that caused that sense of emptiness."

This time, Catalyst reached over to take Horizon's hand once she was done talking. She rubbed her thumb soothingly over her girlfriend's knuckles, and suddenly Horizon was aware of how her hands looked in comparison to the younger woman's. Horizon wasn't old, but she definitely wasn't young either.

She didn't understand how Catalyst was so okay with dating someone so much older than her. Sure, the age gap wasn't even ten years, but most people felt weird about the whole "lost in a blackhole for 87 years" thing. Catalyst didn't seem to mind though, in fact, she thought it was super interesting how space worked.

"Let's get through the last card. Is that okay, Mary?"

Horizon just nodded, finding that she was too choked up to speak.

The Sun represents joy, happiness, confidence, and success. Somewhat obviously The Sun reversed is a symbol of depression, pessimism, and overall negativity. This may be something bad that has happened to a person, causing them to feel negative, or it can also be a sign that you are being too unrealistic and need to ground yourself.

"The last card is telling me that the cause of your emptiness, your trauma, is preventing you from continuing on in your life. You can't do certain things that you'd like to because of this negativity bearing down on you." Catalyst looked up when she finished talking while Horizon continued to stare at the cards. "Mary... I know you miss Newton."

"I don't want to talk about him, Tressa." For the first time since she entered the room, Horizon didn't try to fake being happy. Catalyst knew that she was grieving, and that fact made her want to hide away forever.

"That's alright, love. What can I do to help you?"

"Some tea would be nice, and maybe we can just sit together?" Horizon looked up into Catalyst's eyes for the first time since the tarot reading began. In her gaze, she found the pity she was afraid of, but it was mostly overwhelmed by adoration and care.

"That sounds lovely. Let me put a kettle on." Catalyst stood up from the table, gently letting go of Horizon's hand as she walked towards the kitchen. "I assume you'd like something calming? Lavender?"

"You know me so well, dear." Horizon smiled. As Catalyst busied herself getting the tea together, Horizon took to running her fingers over the drawings on the cards. Such delicate, pretty things, and yet they tell you all your fears and worries.

Oh Newt, how I miss you...

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Sorry if it's a bit short, I've been sick and stressed over classes dhdbjsksk

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My lovely girlfriend requested some hardcore Bloodhound x reader smut, so here you go! It's the longest thing I've written so far on this blog hshdhsjja

CONTAINS: smut, primal play, bondage, getting hunted in the forest, praise, little bit of degrading, biting, breeding kinks, slight sex ritual stuff, voyeurism if you count the Allfather as a person, proper aftercare for once, AMAB bloodhound, they have a penis because I said so, gender neutral reader

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Bloodhound wasn't the type of person to ask for much sexually, preferring to go along with what you want and ask for. So it was incredibly surprising when they nervously came to you and brought up the idea of primal play. It was shocking, but you weren't against it.

Obviously, you started off slow to warm up to it. Bloodhound started putting you into mating presses more often, even if it was already their favorite position. You swear you could hear them growling under their breath as they fucked into you, pressing all their weight on top of you and keeping you trapped under them. And the bite marks they would leave along your shoulders and chest were hard to explain to anyone who saw them. But it was so good. They way they claimed you like you were some kind of weak bitch made you cum the hardest you ever had in your whole life.

Safe to say, primal play was one of the most popular things in your sex life. So, when Bloodhound came to you again, more confident this time, you were excited to hear what they would suggest.

"I would like to do something more, in terms of these... primal urges." They said, standing by you as you prepared a meal in your shared kitchen. Bloodhound had just come home carrying some fish from a river nearby and handed them to you to cook. It was just the way things were between the two of you. Obviously, they were the better hunter, so in order to balance chores you cooked whatever they brought home.

"What were you thinking of?" You responded, eyes still honed in on where the knife you held slid through the flesh of the fish.

"I would like to... hunt you."

It took a moment for the words to register in your brain, but when they did, you immediately put the knife down and turned towards them. Bloodhound still wore all their gear, and suddenly it felt intimidating. They moved closer, caging you against the counter with a hand on either side of your waist.

"Litla kanína, I want to chase you. To catch you. To claim you. I want you to run from me, and I want you to hide from me while I hunt you down like the prey that you are."

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So that's how you got here, sharp thorns scratching your ankles and calves as you ran through the trees as fast as you could. You had nothing on you other than your clothes and an alarm keychain as a sort of 'safe word.' Bloodhound said they'd give you a five minute headstart, and you intended to use it to get as far away as possible.

The autumn leaves were crisp under your feet as you ran, not even trying to be quiet. Your body was acting purely on instinct, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. Seeing a small alcove made out of fallen trees, you turned towards it and shuffled under the cover.

Breathing heavy, you sat down on the ground, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Frozen in fear, you zoned out in your small shelter, and before you knew it you could hear footsteps dragging on the forest floor. They weren't trying to be quiet either. They wanted you to know they were close. They wanted to make you feel the fear take over your body as they gradually got closer, and closer, and even closer.

Putting a hand over your mouth, you tried to breathe as shallow as possible to make less noise, but your breaths were shaky and uneven. Your hands shook as you could hear the gentle hum of Bloodhound's respirator working, and as they paused their steps.

"Kanína, I know you're here.~" Bloodhound called out. Their voice scared you, but at the same time you couldn't help the warm feeling in your lower stomach. You pressed your body even further against the tree bark behind you, closing your eyes.

"You must learn to cover your tracks, elskan. Something dangerous could find you.~" Their voice trailed off, and you couldn't hear their footsteps anymore. Did they leave? They must've left. There was no sound at all.

After a few more minutes, just to be sure, you inched your way out of the alcove and looked around. Not seeing anything, you stepped out into the open.

Pretty much the second you took the first step, you heard swift footsteps behind you. Before you could react, a gloved hand reached around to cover your mouth as another wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a body. Eyes wide open, you brought your hands up and gripped at the hand over your mouth, scratching at it lightly as you were dragged with the person.

"Greyið kanína, you have not learned anything, have you?" Bloodhound's voice made you relax slightly, realizing you weren't really in danger. However, their hand still covering your mouth and the way they now spun you around and pressed your back against a tree made you panic again. You looked them over, eyes darting over their frame. They had shed their jacket, leaving them in a compression shirt that showed off their muscles, along with their mask and cargo pants.

"I have caught you, ástin mín. Now, I get to ravage you all I want.~" Bloodhound pressed a leg between yours, keeping it high enough that you couldn't escape without falling. They reached into a pocket in their pants and pulled out a bundle of smooth, red colored rope that was usually stored in your bedside drawer.

"I am going to take my hand away. Will you behave?" They questioned, tilting their head and holding the rope in front of your eyes. You nodded desperately, nostrils flared as you breathed frantically. Slowly, Bloodhound pulled their hand off of your mouth and began unraveling the bundle of rope.

You didn't dare speak. You kept your hands by your sides. You barely moved. You could be bratty some other time, this time, Bloodhound was just so intimidating that the thought of disobedience didn't even cross your mind. With the now unraveled rope, they positioned your hands together in front of you and wove it around your wrists and forearms.

"You are so obedient, even when you are being hunted down to be my meal.~" They leaned in closer as they finished binding your arms and lifted them above your head. Bloodhound's chest was pressed against yours, and their knee pressed further against your crotch as they tied the other end of the rope around a branch above your head.

They left you there for a second, stepping back now that you were stuck in place. A small whine left your throat as the warmth between your legs disappeared. Bloodhound just shushed you before reaching into another pocket of their pants and pulling out a pocket knife. They brought it up to your throat and you closed your eyes, wincing. The pain never came, though. Instead, you heard clothes ripping and the wind against your chest. They had cut your shirt open and discarded the pieces onto the forest floor.

"Hound..." You whispered weakly, looking at Bloodhound's masked face. They tilted their head at you, reaching down to begin undoing your pants.

"Do not speak, kanína. Unless it is the safeword, I do not want to hear anything from you other than your sweet cries of pleasure." They pulled your pants and underwear from your body, exposing you to the air.

You tried to cross your legs and hide yourself, feeling extremely exposed in the open, but Bloodhound simply kicked your legs back apart. They just stared at you, looking up and down your body before reaching behind their head to undo their mask.

"You will be a perfect offering for the Allfather." They said, taking off their mask and laying it gently on the ground. Almost instantly they had their mouth on you, nipping and licking at the skin of your neck. It was so aggressive and desperate it almost hurt. They kissed your skin like they were starving, like they hadn't eaten in days.

Slowly, trailing kisses the whole way, they made their way down to your nipples, biting and sucking at them, making you gasp. Bloodhound made sure to abuse each of your sensitive buds before moving on. They bit as your stomach and hips, hard enough to leave bruises. As you squirmed and whined, they finally made their way to where you needed them most.

Bloodhound licked a slow, long stripe from the bottom to the top of your sex. Smirking at the way you whimpered and shivered. After way too long, they finally took you into their mouth, sucking hard before backing away almost immediately. As you whined in protest, they stood and reached into a pocket of their pants again (look, they have cargo pants on, there are many pockets). Holding a small bottle of lube, they kneeled back down in front of you.

You watched as they poured a generous amount of lube on their fingers, spreading it between their thumb and fingers. Lifting one of your legs over their shoulder, Bloodhound placed their fingers against your hole. Their calloused fingertips were a pleasant sensation as they teased around your sensitive opening, only slipping a finger inside once you were desperately grinding down. They ignored all your whines and whimpers, going slow and making sure you were adequately stretched.

"I want to make sure you are prepared because I will no longer be gentle after this." Bloodhound stated as they stood from the ground, wiping their hand against their pants. They sighed as they undid the button, opening the front of their pants. "Aumingja litla druslan mín... I am going to destroy you.~"

Bloodhound practically growled the end of their sentence, tugging the waistband of their pants and boxers down a couple inches so they could free their length. You stared, wishing nothing more than to drop to your knees and swallow them whole. But unfortunately, you were still tied to a tree. So you just whined and struggled against the rope, begging for any sort of attention from them.

"Hush, ástin mín." Bloodhound once again lifted one of your legs, bringing your knee almost to your chest. You had to stand on your tippy toes to accommodate for the position. They stood between your legs and the head of their hard cock teased against your entrance.

Bloodhound rubbed themself a couple of times along your hole before sliding the first inch of themselves into you. The groan they let out was animalistic, and you winced at the stretch. They were practically panting against your neck, holding themself back from pounding into you. They lifted your other leg, pressing you against the tree trunk so it scratched uncomfortably against your back.

"Kanína, you are so warm and tight.~" They began inserting the rest of their length into you. As Bloodhound's hips met yours, they let out a strangled whine as they nuzzled into your neck even further. "Please forgive me for my lack of self-control."

That was their only warning for you before they pulled out and slammed back into you as hard as they could, making you yelp in surprise. Your eyes flew wide open as they started to plow into you faster and harder than you thought anyone possibly could. The pain of your back against rough bark was completely forgotten as you cried out, hands curled into fists above your head.

You'd never experienced this energy from Bloodhound outside of the games. This wild, animalistic hunger. You'd seem them kill many times, you'd even been the one at the end of their axe a couple of times, and this energy was alarmingly similar. They really did see you as something to claim, something to devour. It made you feel so weak and helpless. It was fucking hot.

You could feel your eyes start to fill with tears from how overwhelming the feeling was. Their girth continually bullying its way into your hole, rubbing against all the right spots and reaching so deep inside you. And the pain. God, the pain of bark scratching against your back, of nails digging into your hips, of teeth biting at your skin. It was no surprise when you could feel your orgasm approaching very quickly.

"Hound-"

"Cum for me, I want to feel you."

Of course, Bloodhound could tell. With the way you were squeezing their cock with your walls, the way your back arched off the tree, the way you were panting like you'd never breath again. So as they hit that one spot that made you see stars, you came hard. Your legs shook with the force of your orgasm, and you leaned your head back against the tree, moaning loudly.

Bloodhound slowed their pace, bringing the pocket knife back out and cutting the rope keeping your hands above your head. The only reason you didn't fall was because they pressed their body against you and held you to the tree. You whimpered as they carried you away from the tree, getting on their knees and laying you on the forest floor. They pulled out of you, grabbing your waist and flipping you over onto your shoulders and knees with your still tied hands underneath you.

"You look so pretty, kanína. Quivering and covered in your own cum." Bloodhound said as they spread you open and inspected your hole. You couldn't turn to look at them with your face pressed against the ground, so when they suddenly pressed their tongue against your entrance, you flinched slightly. Their nails dug into the flesh of your ass as they ate you out like a starved man. "You taste divine.~ I need more of you."

Their tongue left your sensitive hole twitching with overstimulation, and you whined softly. Bloodhound didn't spare you for long though before they thrust back into you. You felt them press one of their boots against your head, pressing down so you couldn't move but not enough to cause pain.

"You. Are. Mine." They growled, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. All you could do was whimper and shake as the overstimulation became painful. Tears ran down your face and onto the leaves. "So perfect.~ Laid out so pretty before the Allfather.~"

The thought of being nothing but an offering in a god-worshipping ritual just made you feel even more overwhelmed, and you could feel yourself getting closer to climax once again. Bloodhound's thrusts became sloppier as they too chased their orgasm.

"I'm going to fill you up, litla kanína. Breed you full of my pups.~" Bloodhound huffed, taking their foot off your head so they could lean down and sink their teeth into your shoulder. The pain made you cry out, but also pushed you over the edge again. Your vision faded as you came, dripping onto the leaves.

Bloodhound's hips stuttered before they pressed as deep into you as they could. They growled and grinded their hips against you as they spilled their cum deep in your hole. For a few moments, they just sat deep inside you, panting.

You must've been fading in and out of consciousness due to the pain because you can't remember when Bloodhound pulled out of you and laid you down on the ground. You looked up into their eyes as they gently unraveled the rope that bound your arms. They smiled down at you, rubbing at the sore skin.

"You did so well, ástin mín." Bloodhound cooed, grabbing some gauze from their seemingly endless stash of items in their pants pockets and placing it on the bite on your shoulder. They brought a hand up to brush the hair from your face and rub soothing circles along your jaw. "Let me take you back home. You deserve to rest."

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