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Punishment and Pleasure (Leland Coyle x Easterman) by CursedCritters
Fandoms: Outlast (Video Games)
02 Oct 2025
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Dr. Easterman has decided that his mutt, Leland Coyle, needs to undergo some punishment. Only issue being he’s sort of into it.
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For Tonight's Broadcast Only: Unchain My Heart by Ferntz
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
06 Dec 2025
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“Tell me Alastor, Is there any version of me you would ever acknowledge? Any scenario where you’d look at me and actually see me?"
Vox decides to communicate with Alastor. Which goes bad at the beginning, but it helps Alastor realize something. He does care about Vox, but unfortunately not in the way Vox wants it. So, he wants to settle all this down.
This fic has a lot of acceptance and emotion in it. In the first chapter, there is a set up to both their perspectives and feelings. And in the following chapters, there is the actual smut.
(Also I squeezed some quick sketches in that I drew while thinking about this fic ^^)
Not a cute story. It is quite melancholic. But I do believe that I captured their perspectives realistically. Have fun!Bookmarked by PleaseDontMentionMe
01 Dec 2025
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Alastor will rip you to shreds and consume you.
Vox seems harmless at first in comparison. Pathetic even. Not a threat to even worry about. Until you realise too late that he's burrowing through you, ever deeper. Until you realise you can't get rid of him. Until you realise you don't want to anymore. He infects and corrodes you from the inside out until there's nothing left.
Alastor may be a predator, but Vox is a virus.Bookmarked by PleaseDontMentionMe
25 Nov 2025
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It prickled along his skin, setting it aflame with sparks of energy, and it perpetually left his hackles raised when he could scent the savage's mere scent. A thrumming, throbbing presence like the headache of whiskey-days and hefty-punches, left bruised inside and out and yet feeling utterly placated. That's what the fight did to you. Burned out all the emotion, the feeling you couldn't grasp at with any turn of tongue. There was only fingers curled into claws, teeth bared and sharp, eyes blazing and snarls a coughing, staggering drumbeat to the hits meant to wound. Meant to pain. Meant to wrought the other with agony. To batter into some semblance of submission- ah, yes, that was one of the good parts. But, regardless of who came out with the least lost, you always came out better.
But the coyote was a constant threat.
Javier was a constant threat.
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29 Aug 2025
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“Hello there! Ah, I see you’re new around these parts. I’m old around these parts. Blind Man Cassidy is my name. If you’d like your fortune told, I just ask for a bit of gold.” He holds out a tin coffee can smothered in rust, full of empty, whistling desert air. Heat broils up around them and makes the horizon waver.
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Arthur knows now, so many miles later, he never should have stopped. He never should have stopped along the trail, and he certainly never should have given that man any money. Damn this moment of charity, of weakness, and all the change it brought about.- Language:
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