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daddy's home [catalyst 'verse, joel miller x f!reader x frankie morales]

summary: Joel finds out about an inside joke between you and Frankie right before he goes out of town. He plans to use it to his advantage when he gets back.  ratings/warnings: E [fluff, coming out, a little character development, Tommy Miller is the most supportive brother, mental health talk, daddy kink, oral sex, spit, some ball worship, lots of fluids, squirting, dom Joel, subby girlie, subby Frankie,  unprotected PIV sex, nicknames used include girlie, baby, baby girl, sweetheart, sweet girl, baby boy, pretty girl, slut (a singular use, affectionate, you’re into it), a little mocking condescension, come eating, some neck squeezing] wc: ~4k a/n: please go to @ezrasbirdie-updates to be notified of updates! Happy one year anniversary to the Catalyst ‘verse! I don’t usually pay too much attention to this kind of thing, but they’re queer and it’s Pride Month and also, I love them very, very much. Also @swiftispunk showed me an inspo picture and I got brainworms about it, so this Han’s fault. Special thanks to @mothandpidgeon for betaing! She’s amazing and I don’t deserve her. This probably won’t become a regular part of their dynamic, but I have a soft spot for daddy Joel always. Thank y’all for being so supportive of them, it means the world to me<3

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You started it. 

It's a joke between you and Frankie; a little bit of lightheartedness for when Joel gets in one of those moods, ordering you both around even outside of the bedroom. It’s easier just to smirk at each other and obey, letting him work out on the two of you whatever’s made him so grumpy. He’s never mean, never cruel, just firm, and it always ends with him expressing his gratitude one way or another. 

Usually with his tongue.

A bad brain day had turned into a bad brain week. Work had overwhelmed you, and by the time you got home in the evenings all you wanted to do was crawl under the covers and sleep. Dishes went unwashed, laundry unfolded, texts unanswered.

Joel dashed your vain hope that your absence this week went unnoticed when he called you that Thursday, separate from the normal group chat you kept with him and Frankie. You’d stayed active there, despite that little voice in your head telling you they wouldn’t miss you. 

“What’s goin’ on?” Joel had asked, hardly letting you say hello. “It’s been three days and we ain’t seen you at all.” You could almost hear him pacing back and forth in his upstairs hallway. 

“Nothing,” you said, then bit your tongue at the lie. “It’s just been a weird week.”

He sighed. “Figured,” he said. “Frankie’s on his way over.”

“Joel—”

“No use in protestin’, darlin’, I’d be over there myself if it weren’t for this dinner,” Joel said. Your heart dropped—you’d completely forgotten. He was meeting Sarah’s girlfriend tonight. 

“Oh, shit, Joel, I totally forgot—I should’ve—”

“Should’ve what?” he chuckled. “Nothin’ for you to do.”

“What if you needed to talk?”

“Stop makin’ this about me. You ain’t takin’ care of yourself, are you?”

“I’m fine,” you argued. 

“Uh huh. And if I ask Frankie he’s gonna tell me the sink wasn’t full of three day old dishes?”

You huffed and puffed, but had nothing to say. He was right—you’d gotten behind on things, too proud and skittish to ask for help. Too afraid they wouldn’t want to. 

You really should know better by now.

“Frankie wanted to see you anyway,” Joel said just as you heard the familiar slam of Frankie’s creaky old truck door. Like this was all out of his control and he had nothing to do with this little plan.

“Speak of the devil,” you said.

Frankie hadn’t bothered with knocking, either, just came right in with the key you’d given him ages ago to water your plants when you’d gone out of town. After a kiss on the cheek, he’d headed straight to the kitchen and started on the dirty dishes that had started an ominous spread out to the counter.

Maybe Joel was right.

“Fine. Y’all win,” you conceded to Joel, who had yet to hang up.

“Good. Now go take yourself a bath or somethin’, and I’ll see you both later. I mean it,” he grunted. He hung up before you can argue, a truly infuriating tactic he employs when he’s done with a conversation and doesn’t want to hear anything else about it. 

You tossed the phone on the couch with an irritated sigh. “Hi,” Frankie said over his shoulder. “You okay?”

“Daddy said it’s bathtime,” you’d snarked, and Frankie laughed so hard he had to put down the bowl he’d been attacking with a scrub brush.

“Daddy?” he’d questioned with tears in his eyes.

“He’s so fucking bossy.”

“You’re listening to him,” Frankie pointed out, up to his elbows in bubbles. 

“Oh, like you don’t? You came over here just because he told you to.”

“I was gonna come over anyway, baby. And I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” Frankie said. 

“Ohhh,” you giggled, hopping on the counter next to him just to watch him work. There was just something about watching him work with his hands doing even the most mundane tasks. “I get it, soldier boy.”

Frankie shrugged and kissed you. “Go take a bath,” he said against your lips.

“What’s with you two and the bath?”

“You always feel better after one. I’ll make dinner.”

“Frankie—”

“Go. Daddy said so, remember?”

“Shut the fuck—”

“I’ll tell Daddy if you finish that sentence,” Frankie laughed, flicking soap bubbles at you. 

So you did. 

Later that night Joel came to your place, excited about Sarah’s new girlfriend and determined to make you feel better. 

“Who makes you feel good, baby?” Joel had asked, his head buried between your legs while Frankie cradled you from behind.

“You,” you’d whimpered. “You, Joel.”

And then you’d looked back at Frankie, biting your lip till it bled to keep another word from spilling out. 

It’s fun, having this little inside joke with Frankie. It loosens him up—he’s always so amenable to Joel, and you think he could stand to be more mischievous every now and then. 

“Did Daddy tell you what he’s making for dinner yet?” Frankie asks. 

“Daddy is not having a good day,” you mouth as Joel fusses over the phone. 

“Daddy said it’s your turn to mow my lawn,” Frankie teases one viciously hot day. That one gets him tackled, but he pins you—he always does—and tickles your sides until you can’t breathe. 

“I’m—telling—Daddy—” you wheeze.

Of course, that can only last so long. After a few weeks of this, you slip up in front of him and not even Joel’s poor hearing can save you. 

Tommy, Joel’s brother you have yet to meet—you’re not even sure he knows you exist—just had a baby, and Joel’s flying out to meet his nephew. Joel’s also never actually met Maria, the woman his brother eloped with a few years ago, and although he won’t admit it directly, he’s nervous about meeting this new side of the family. 

He’d also refused to let either of you drive him to the airport, arguing about toll roads and his late flight back home, as if it mattered all that much. 

“Where’re my glasses?” Joel demands, as though you’ve taken them. You look behind you—surely he’s not talking to you that way.

“Why on Earth would I know where your glasses are, Joel?” 

He frowns, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Sorry. I need them,” he grumbles. “You sure you ain’t seen ‘em?”

“No, baby, I haven’t seen them. You want me to help you look for them?”

“No,” he grunts and stalks off. 

Grumpy. 

“What’s going on?” Frankie asks as he rolls Joel’s suitcase in from the bedroom. 

“Did you re-pack that?”

“If you’d seen it you would understand,” Frankie says. You don’t think you would, but Frankie is particular, and if Joel hadn’t fussed about it, you won’t either.

“What’s going on with Joel?” Frankie asks again. 

“Daddy’s mad ‘cause he can’t find his glasses,” you tell him, intending to lighten the tension in the house. Frankie’s eyebrows shoot up the moment you realize what you’ve said, whirling around to make sure Joel is nowhere around. 

You’re not that lucky. To your horror, he’s leaning against the doorway with his glasses on and a smirk on his face.

Oh, shit. 

He’s suddenly in much less of a rush. He saunters across the room with that smirk still on his face as blood rushes to your cheeks. 

“What was that, sweetheart?” Joel asks. Frankie says nothing, but you feel him shift behind you. “What’d you call me?”

“Nothing—I just said you were upset because you couldn’t find your glasses.”

“Mmhmm,” he says, running his thumb over your cheek. “Thought I heard somethin’ else.” 

He’s just fucking with you now.

You cross your arms. “I didn’t say anything. You’re gonna miss your flight,” you tell him because you can play that coy little game, too.

“All right, princess. We’re gonna talk about this when I get back.”

You’re looking forward to it, actually.

It’s an exhausting trip, and Joel misses you and Frankie the whole time, especially when Tommy asks him over whiskey about his love life. Sarah, apparently, let something slip. 

“How much she say?” Joel asks, feeling him out. 

Tommy shrugs, smirking as he takes another sip. “Just that you’d been seein’ someone for a while. Shoulda brought her!”

Joel clears his throat, trying to work up the courage, but it fails him. “Yeah,” he says, but Tommy clocks his avoidance. 

“What is it?” Tommy asks. Sometimes Joel wishes his brother didn’t know him so well.  

Tommy isn’t the judgmental type, but Joel’s been a certain type of man to his little brother their whole lives. What if it changes? What if he sees him differently?

What if Tommy doesn’t love him anymore?

But it seems like he’ll find out soon enough, if Sarah keeps running her mouth. Joel shakes his head. 

“Ain’t someone,” he says. Tommy’s mouth drops open. 

“You dog,” Tommy laughs. “More than one woman?”

Joel throws back the rest of his whiskey, wincing as it burns on the way down. “No,” he says. “There’s just one woman.”

Joel watches the cogs in Tommy’s head whir, slow with whiskey and the lack of sleep a newborn costs him. He wants his brother to understand because words are difficult, and he wants to move past this. 

But maybe he owes more than that to Frankie. 

“There’s a man, too,” Joel says, throat drying. He tells his brother your names, and he waits. 

Tommy shakes his head, a big grin spreading across his face.

“All this time, you spend all this time bein’ a crotchety, lonely fucker and the minute I move away, you start pullin’ ‘em all? When the fuck did that happen?”

Joel breathes in, chest rising as relief floods his body. “Just them. Just the two of ‘em.”

“Tell me all about it, brother. How’d you meet?” Tommy asks, pouring another glass. 

Joel smiles into his whiskey. He thinks he’ll skip that part.

When Joel comes home he finds you both asleep in his bed, curled up on your sides with Frankie spooning you. Judging by his bare chest and a peek of your breasts spilling from the blanket, you’d been busy earlier in the evening. 

He never minds that, the two of you fucking in his bed when he’s gone. If he had his way you’d both be in his bed every night. You’d complain about the commute to work, but he’d drive you every day if you let him. He thinks you will one day, and that’s fine. He’s a patient man.

Joel showers in the guest bathroom, eager to wash the airplane smell off of himself but not willing to wake you up just yet. 

Still a little damp, he slides into bed facing you both, propping himself up with his elbow to the mattress. Frankie’s eyes flutter open. “Hey,” Frankie murmurs, delight wrapped up in his sleepy voice. 

“Hi, baby,” Joel whispers, pulling Frankie’s fingers across you to meet his lips. “Missed you.” Heat swirls in his belly, his cock already twitching with need. Joel might be patient, but his dick certainly isn’t. 

Frankie’s messy curls fall in his face, eyes heavy with sleep. “Missed you,” he whispers. 

“You two been busy?” Joel asks. 

“Thought you might like it,” Frankie breathes. “Is that okay?”

It makes him so hard when Frankie asks.

“Of course, baby,” Joel murmurs, watching your eyelids move as they talk about you. “You fuck our girl? You come in her? Get that pussy all stretched and messy for me?”

“Yeah,” he gasps. “Yeah, got her all ready, but didn’t let her come.”

“Poor thing,” Joel says.

“She asked.” 

“S’all right,” Joel coos. You shift between them, eyes still closed as you let out a soft whine. “I’m gonna make her squirt all over my cock.” You wiggle, thighs squeezing together. “But first, she’s gonna suck on it. Think she’ll like that?”

Frankie’s hands have moved to your tits, panting as he pinches your erect nipples. You’re still pretending to be asleep. 

“Good girls don’t pretend to be asleep, though.” Joel smiles to himself, eager for our reaction. “Or else they don’t get to suck on daddy’s cock.” 

The room goes quiet save for unsteady breaths as your eyes fly open, mouth parted in a circle. 

Frankie holds back a laugh behind you. 

“C’mon now, pretty girl,” Joel chuckles. “You’re gonna have to open wider than that.”

You look genuinely flustered, mouth dropping like you can’t quite find the words. “That’s right,” he says. “Just like that.”

Frankie grinds himself against your ass, waiting for instructions as Joel moves up the bed, nodding to Frankie to shuffle down. He pulls you with him until your face is in line with Joel’s cock. 

You lunge at it, but he catches you by the neck, his hand gentle around your throat. 

“Not yet,” he says, squeezing softly. “Be patient.”

You’d fallen asleep after Frankie teased you all night, keeping you on the edge of bliss until he finally came inside of you. And then he’d pulled out, stroking your face as you’d sobbed in frustration.

“You still wanna wait for Daddy, yeah?” he’d asked, reminding you of what had been your idea in the first place. “It’ll be so much better. You know that.” 

And he was right, damn him.

But now you’re shaking with desperation, still leaking Frankie’s come. Your mouth waters—he’s right there, right in front of you, and you missed him so much and you need him so much and he’s being so mean and so unfair and if he would just let you taste him—

“Please, Daddy,” you whine, and Joel groans. 

“Say that again for me, baby,” he commands. “Ask real nice for me. What do you want?”

“Can I please, please suck your cock, Daddy? Please?”

“She’s been good,” Frankie rasps from behind you, squeezing your hips. “Let me fuck her and didn’t even ask to come. She wanted to wait for you.”

“Cockhungry little thing, ain’t she?” Joel growls, wrapping his free hand around Frankie’s head and tugging on his messy curls. “Already had that pretty cock of yours and she still wants more?”

“Mm,” Frankie whimpers, fingers digging into your hips. 

“She just wants to come, doesn’t she?” Joel whispers. “Wanted Daddy for that, huh? And what about you, baby boy?”

Frankie whimpers again, rolling his cock between your cheeks. He’s trembling, too.

“I-yeah-” he murmurs, trailing off.

“Asked you a question,” Joel says sternly. He reaches across the bed and gives Frankie’s face a light tap. “Did you miss me, too?” 

“Yeah,” Frankie whines. 

Joel chuckles softly. “What’d I do to deserve this?” he murmurs, more to himself than anyone. 

Which is a good thing because you’re having trouble forming words. All you can do is stare at Joel’s cock, just a few inches in front of you. 

“All right, sweet girl,” he says. “Been so good all night. Go on ahead.”

Joel releases your neck and you lunge again, taking his cock into your mouth and moaning. He tastes like soap and skin, but you almost wish he hadn’t washed all that familiar musk away. His hands cup the back of your head, guiding your head back and forth. He doesn’t bother keeping it down, grunting loudly when you tongue his slit. Joel can never keep his hips still no matter how hard he tries, but you swallow his thrusts easily, your throat opening up to accept him like it was molded for his cock.

“Fuck, Joel,” Frankie sighs behind you. “She’s leaking all over the place again.”

“Need to fill that pussy up again,” Joel grunts. You feel one hand let go of the back of your head, sheets rustling as he reaches for Frankie. “What do you think, Frankie baby? Think she needs Daddy to fuck her full?”

He’s loving this Daddy thing. You’re torn between rolling your eyes and coming, your pussy throbbing every time he says it. 

“Yeah, Daddy,” Frankie moans. Jesus Christ, that’s one of the most beautiful noises you’ve ever heard, garbled like he’s talking around something, and all you see in your mind is Joel’s thick fingers shoved in his mouth.

You pull off Joel's cock, replacing your mouth with your hand and licking down, down, down, already gleeful at Joel’s inevitable reaction.

Joel, as you’ve learned these last few months, likes it messy. He likes spit and come and slick; he likes it so wet you have to change the bedsheets after. He likes it when you drool for him; when you let him smear pre-come on your face and spit on your pussy and spread Frankie’s saliva over your asshole. He wants to hear it, too, the squelch of your cunt, the smack of your lips as you slurp your way up his cock.

And he really fucking loves when you drool around his balls. 

“Oh, fuck,” he growls as you suck one into your mouth. You nuzzle his soft curls, humming at his cock resting against your cheek. Frankie’s notched himself at your entrance, thrusting lazily in his own spend as he watches you take Joel apart. “That’s my good fucking girl, sucking Daddy’s balls. Fuck, baby, fuck—”

He grabs his thick, weighty cock and taps your face with it, fucking against your hollowed-out cheeks.

“The other one,” he growls. “Put ‘em both in. Fill that greedy little slut mouth up.”

Frankie picks up his pace at Joel’s words. 

Joel talks to you in ways Frankie wouldn’t, could never, but you think, deep down, he likes it when Joel puts you in your place. Someone has to, you think, and you’re glad it’s Joel.

Frankie’s fingers find your clit—they always do, eventually; he just can’t help himself—and he rubs light circles, careful not to make you come. 

“Frankie,” you groan, Joel’s balls still resting in your mouth, his heavy cock jumping against your face at the sound of the other man’s name on your tongue. 

That’s when he’s had enough.

“My turn,” Joel snarls. You whine loudly, suddenly empty, nothing in your mouth or pussy as he manhandles you off of Frankie, turning your whole body over to pull your ass against him, your eyes now level with Frankie’s slick, shiny cock. “Put your mouth on Frankie’s messy dick, yeah? Make him feel good, too. Daddy’s gonna fuck you hard now, baby girl. You remember your word?”

“Wednesday,” you breathe before swallowing Frankie whole. 

“That’s my girl,” Joel grunts, pressing himself into you. 

It’s like an invasion, your body taken over as a vessel for their pleasure as they jackhammer into you; so rough and bruising you’ll feel it tomorrow. In the morning Joel will watch you wince as you sit gingerly at the breakfast table; he will spoil you rotten no matter how many times you tell him you like being reminded of the way he uses you.

You close your eyes, take in their grunts and pants, filth falling from Joel’s lips as he pounds into you, both hands anchored to your hips and fingers digging bruises into your flesh. Frankie’s softer, always, his hand gentle on your cheek despite his assault to the back of your throat. You wrap your arms around Frankie’s thighs and hold on.

“That’s it,” Joel grits out. He lifts your leg and pulls it back around his hip, making more room for himself. You don’t know how long you’ve been like this now; tears dripping down your cheeks, jaw aching with effort. “You wanna come, sweetheart?”

You wrench yourself off Frankie’s cock. “Please,” you gasp as he finds your clit with his fingers and rubs. “Please, please, please, I need it so bad, please Daddy—”

You can feel yourself tensing up as Frankie pumps himself in front of you, waiting. He won’t come until Joel says.  

“I want Frankie to come, too, Daddy,” you beg. And Frankie’s dark eyes go soft, sliding up to Joel’s face for permission. Joel gives some silent indication, and seconds later Frankie’s balls draw up, cock throbbing as he spurts hot come against your chest. 

“Fuck,” he whines. “Baby, so pretty.”

“Now, sweet girl, come for Daddy, come on,” Joel commands. “Now.”

Your vision goes white, pussy spasming around Joel’s cock, as you gush down your own thighs, dripping onto the bed. Joel holds you gently around your neck, murmuring softly as you ride it out. Frankie’s hands are on your breasts, and massaging and whispering just as sweetly as Joel. 

“So patient for Daddy.”

“Look so pretty like that.”

Joel is last—he almost always is, preferring to watch you both fall apart, either because of him or because of one another. He’s not picky. He just wants to see. 

Joel barely lets you come back to Earth before he’s fucking you again, though, and the three of you are the only people in the world. Frankie kisses you, tongue sliding into your mouth as his hands cup your face, and Joel sucks on your bare shoulder, sure to leave a mark in the morning. You don’t care. You moan into Frankie’s mouth, and Joel’s hips stutter against your ass as he comes and comes and comes inside of you, his teeth digging into your neck as he adds himself into the mixture of you and Frankie. 

He lingers, laving his tongue over the indents in your flesh, only pulling out when the stimulation proves too much for him. He drags his fingers through your folds and groans at the taste of it, sucking his fingers clean. Frankie rolls you to your back and maneuvers himself between your legs.

Eyes closed, you’re sinking into the twilight of sleep even as you feel Frankie’s thick tongue slide gently over your leaking core. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he moans, lapping softly at you. You’re too tired to push him away, content to let him keep going even as it starts to overwhelm you, and he only stops when Joel’s fingers slide through his hair and pull him off. 

“Enough,” he says sternly.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Frankie whispers, kissing your thigh. 

The last thing you can remember is Joel’s chuckle.

Frankie is always the first to rise, one of many habits that never left him years after he’d gotten out of the military. The added benefit here is the ability to watch you sling your body over Joel’s, curled up over him like a little jetpack.

He spends a couple hours tidying up, unpacking Joel’s suitcase and starting laundry, and just as he’s deciding between waffles and French toast, Joel lumbers into the kitchen in a pair of boxers.

“Mornin’,” Joel says, rubbing sleep from his eyes and looking around. “Y’all stay here the whole time?”

Frankie blushes—it was his idea. You’d both missed him so much. 

“Uh, yeah. Just…felt easier,” he mumbles. 

“You both missed Daddy, huh?” Joel’s grinning ear to ear when Frankie spins around. 

“Wha-”

“It’s okay if you did,” Joel purrs. He’s teasing, of course he is, but there’s a hint of sincerity in those dark eyes, too. “I missed y’all, too.”

Joel wraps his long arms around Frankie’s neck and kisses him, and Frankie melts. “She started it, you know,” Frankie murmurs against Joel’s lips. 

“Oh, I have no doubt.”

“I started what?” you ask, hands on your hips in a little silk robe. “I want kisses, too.”

“C’mon then, girlie,” Joel says. “Think Frankie’s just about to make breakfast.”

Frankie watches you sit gingerly on a chair, watches Joel wince as he sees you, watches him pull you into his lap and kiss you all over your face in apology. 

“What?” Joel asks, catching Frankie’s gaze. Frankie shrugs, smiling, heart full.

“Just happy you’re home.”

Joel sighs, content. 

“Me too.”

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” My life might be a drama.. but when the curtain rises, it's showtime! ” — L

◆ Name: Louis

◆ Affiliation: Opera Epiclese

◆ Vision: Geo

◆ Constellation: Phantom masquerade

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Haii haiiiii everyone! I'm back and here to share my Genshin Impact OC with you all ♡

This is Louis! He's an actor and a mini antagonist toward Lyney and Lynette. 🃏An actor.

He's trans — prns He/Him pls :3

I didn't list a VA or Voice claim because I myself am his voice!

Note; the weapon is an unreleased unused catalyst weapon from Genshin Impact, I took it for inspiration and because I think it suits him well!

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hiii i don't mean to bother u and take ur time on this!! is there a chance u could do some astrowitch headcanons? (nsfw and sfw)

if not no worries, wish u well <333

OF COURSE!!! It's one of my favorite Apex ships honestly. I'm a bit sleep deprived so apologies if it's not very good.

《SFW》

• Horizon made the first move I bet, and it was probably some comment about how ethereal Catalyst is

• From then on it's just been flirting back and forth, literally everyone thinks they're already dating but neither has made it official

• Horizon frequently comes over for tea and to indulge in Catalyst's tarot readings, and one day Catalyst decides to ask why Horizon always tells her she's beautiful

• Horizon just responds with "because you are beautiful, darlin'. I'm just telling you the truth, I find you the most captivating thing in this universe."

• They started real dating that day

• Their love languages are probably quality time and words of affirmation

• Catalyst acts very confident and she is but sometimes she just needs Horizon to tell her about how she's prettier than any star in the universe

• Horizon just loves being in the same room as Catalyst, no matter what they're doing. They could be sitting and doing their own things but as long as they're in each other's presence she's happy

• Catalyst practices doing readings for Horizon, palm readings, tea leaf readings, tarot readings, all of it

• Horizon teaches Catalyst how to map out the stars and planets to help with any astrological witchcraft she may be doing

• Late nights looking at the stars

• Hot baths surrounded by candles

《NSFW》

• Horizon is definitely in control, whether she's on the bottom or the top

• The mommy kink is strong in this one, and Horizon calls Catalyst darling, dear, my sweet, etc.

• I feel like they really enjoy foreplay, maybe even more than the penetration part of sex

• Horizon love love looooves playing with Catalyst, sucking her off, jerking her off, edging her, alllll of it

• Loves to get Catalyst all desperate before she rides her till she sees stars

• OH MY GOD CATALYST DEFINITELY HAS NIPPLE PIERCINGS AND PROBABLY A PRINCE ALBERTS PIERCING OR SMTH LIKE THAT

• Horizon plays with them, and it gets Catalyst to melt immediately

• Anyways foreplay, Horizon always gently coaxes Catalyst and guides her when Catalyst fingers/eats her out

• Catalyst is always ready to service her lover, takes pride in being the one to make Mary cum

• I feel like they aren't very kinky, they just like being intimate and giving each other pleasure

• They're just tired and trying to be sweet man let them have soft sex and then kiss in the moonlight

It's not great but I did this during math class and I did not sleep last night hdhdhsjsj

Thank you!

Hiiii would you be able to write some wholesome witchvoid (Catalyst and Wraith) hcs??? (sfw and nsfw pls! :3)

Of course! I've never thought about this ship but I vibe with it.

It does work, honestly. This'll be interesting

ALSO, IVE BEEN GETTING A LOT OF REQUESTS WHICH IM VERY HAPPY ABOUT BUT I APOLOGIZE IF IT TAKES ME A DAY OR TWO TO GET TO YOUR REQUEST

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《SFW》

• Wraith didn't think that things like witchcraft and divination would interest her, given that she literally knows the future and can see the outcomes of decisions

• But the graceful movement of Catalyst's hands as she shuffles a deck of tarot cards or traces the lines on someone's palms kept Wraith interested

• It surprised Catalyst when Wraith showed up at her door and asked for a reading, any sort of reading, she just wanted to watch Catalyst's hands

• Catalyst happily obliged, excited to be able to ask Wraith about her insight and perception

• Ended up giving Wraith a palm reading, and god Wraith was blushing the whole time

• She was so invested in the movement of Catalyst's fingers and the soft touches on her palm that she didn't even process Catalyst talking to her

• "Renée?" "Huh?" "You're zoning out." "Oh."

• Wraith didn't even hear the result of her reading, and honestly she didn't really care, she just enjoyed being in the others presence

• Catalyst probably realized the effect she had on Wraith and started teasing her about it

• Exaggerating her hand movements all the time and being more touchy than usual, and it has Wraith losing her composure everytime

• Eventually Wraith starts coming over more, and Catalyst finds that she really enjoys the others company, and they start going out

• "Wow, blushing just for me?" "Don't flatter yourself, Tressa."

• ^^^ Is totally blushing for her, every time

• They aren't super affectionate in public, like they'll sit next to eachother and put a hand on the others thigh or touch knees but they aren't all over each other

• Words of affirmation is probably their love language, and gift giving

《NSFW》

• Catalyst tops, no doubt

• Wraith is a little bit of a power bottom but only when Catalyst is being especially slow and teasing

• "For fucks sake Tressa, hurry up." "Fine, fine. Just toying with you, Renée."

• There isn't much dom/sub stuff between them, they prefer having equal power over each other

• Again, Catalyst has multiple spicy piercings and Wraith loves it

• She loves the temperature difference between the warm flesh of Catalyst's cock or tits and the cold steel metal that adorns them

• She will ride Catalyst for hours just to feel the cold piercing as deep inside her as it can go

• Catalyst just grips her hips and mutters praises

• They aren't into degrading, honestly every ship with Catalyst I cant see her degrading anyone or being degraded

• Just praises and worship babyyy

• Their favorite positions are riding and doggy

• Catalyst really loves holding Wraiths hips and Wraith just loves being pressed into the mattress and fucked deep

I hope this is okay, I've started therapy again and it's taking up a lot of my energy along with school djdnkaka

Hi again!! :3 Think u could write t4t witchvoid hcs?? Preferably domestic life or what they would do on dates??? Or how they act around their friends after they starting dating??? They’ve been on my mind a lot lately lol!!!! :D (sfw and nsfw is fine!)

The wholesomeness is taking over me >:) Enjoy just nice healthy relationship shit

[Apex Legends]

[Catalyst x Wraith]

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《SFW》

• They definitely enjoy coffee/tea dates at cafes, just sipping drinks and talking about anything and everything

• It's mostly Catalyst talking while Wraith admires her and listens to how her day went

• Occasionally they go to movie theaters to watch cheesy romance movies and laugh at how dumb they are

• Catalyst secretly enjoys the movies but what she enjoys even more is seeing Wraiths face as she laughs

• They share a thing of popcorn just to touch hands :)

• Most of their dates are just hanging out at home

• Cooking together, getting dressed together, eating together, spending free time together

• In front of others, they're kinda low key, they ain't flaunting it, but it's not like they're keeping it super secret

• They just don't show a lot of pda in public and they don't talk about their personal lives

• Wattson was probably the first one to know

• She either walked in on them kissing or saw Wraith with a hickey and they couldn't lie to her, no one can lie to wattson its a crime

• Wattson promised not to tell everyone about it as long as Catslyst now came to the Wraith-Wattson-Mirage-Crypto game night every saturday

• Catalyst beats them all at every game

• Even after they made their relationship public to the other legends they still don't show affection much in public

• But in private they like to just tangle all their limbs together under a blanket and watch movies

• They both seem like the intimidating one in the couple but I like to think that Catalyst is the "excuse me, she said no pickles" while Wraith just stands there

• It's not that Wraith is nervous, she just doesn't care enough to ask the employees to correct it

《NSFW》

• I can see them both domming, but mostly Catalyst

• I feel like, no matter who is the dominant one, Catalyst just really likes the feeling of having someone wrapped around her dick

• Just like in the last post, i still think that their favorite positions are riding and doggy

• All the stuff about the spicy piercings carries over too

• Wraith is especially sensitive and if Catalyst wants to overstimulate her she'll just start jerking her cock while she pounds deep inside

• For someone so sensitive, Wraith has a surprising amount of stamina and can go a couple rounds if she wanted to

• Catalyst is very much the type to mark up her lovers in every way, biting, sucking, digging her nails in, all of it

• Wraith is lucky her outfit is full body and includes a scarf :)

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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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