#dysfunctional

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

Sometimes you gotta cheat on your husband to save your marriage... I guess?

[heavensickness]

We Wretched Creatures by @darkfictionjude // Sophie Pearson // Sarah Kane

[evilhorse]

Think.

(Fantastic Four Volume 3 #515)

[the-in-between-honey]

Happy to see you are not running out of ideas for Carlando 🥰

Very curious about: Dysfunctional

And kinktober can't come soon enough 😆

Ahhh Dysfunctional is the one I'm working on most right now!

Here's a little snippet, taking place close to the summer break in 2025. Context is that Lando is supposed to be meeting Carlos downstairs so they can go play golf, but he goes up to his flat instead and sees a man coming out.

“So, no interest in the woman from last night,” Lando says, striding into the kitchen, “and you’ve got a strange man leaving your flat this morning? Carlitos, what are you up to?” “Ay,” Carlos groans, running a hand over his face. “I had hoped you did not see him.” “Why not?” Lando hops up onto the kitchen counter, swinging his legs. He knows it looks cute, and he knows that will make it easier to get information out of Carlos. “Lando…” “Is it, like, serious with him?” “I’m not doing this so early in the morning.” “More into men than women lately?” “Come on, let’s—” “Working out your long unrequited crush on Hulk now that he’s got Gabi to flirt with?” “I can’t—” Carlos starts off almost at a shout, but he stops himself. Before Lando can apologize for pushing him too far, Carlos takes a deep breath and continues at a much lower volume. “I hadn’t planned on telling anyone about this, but maybe you know some things to help, I don’t know.” “Fuck.” Lando stops swinging his legs. “Are you okay?” “Technically, yes, but I.” Carlos pinches the space between his eyebrows, leaning against the kitchen counter next to Lando. He’s breathing hard, but Lando is afraid that if he reaches out and touches him, it might scare him away. “I cannot, um. Cannot perform, if you know what I mean.” “Like, in the bedroom?” “Yes, in the bedroom,” Carlos snaps. “And on track, too, if you hadn’t noticed.” Lando lets the tone roll off his back. Carlos’s start to the season has been painful to watch, more than a little awkward with his own success. But he hadn’t realized he’s been that torn up about it. “Yeah, okay. So, like… how does that work, then?”

So then Lando offers to help Carlos try to fix his problem. It's basically all smut, mostly on a yacht and with a suitcase full of sex toys. 🥰

thank you for asking!! 💙

[firesibs]

“In the end, it was simple: Zuko was hers. Not because of blood or duty, but because no one else could burn as brightly, break as beautifully, or make her feel this gloriously ruined. And she would never let him go.”

Throne of Shadows, soon on ao3x…

[stoicmike]

The 100% non-dysfunctional family does not exist. -- Michael Lipsey

[dia8low]

This has to be the most humiliating thing that ever happened to him. Even losing to Raphael and being branded forever as “dysfunctional” hasn’t been as bad, and Mephistopheles knew that this was Lucius’s worst memory! But being captured and tadpoles by illithid… The cambion winced. He always thought himself the weakest of all fiends, he now had the proof of it!

And as things couldn’t get any worse, the tadpole squirming in his skull seemed to be affecting him. Each of the spells he had cast so far was significantly weaker. As if having poor control on his hellish magic wasn’t bad enough, now he was as weak as a mortal! He clasped his wings tights around his body, as if to protect himself against a world that suddenly seemed so much more dangerous. As soon as he had found out about his impairment, he casted a simple spell on them to render them invisible, that way, if any mortals were to cross his path, they would think him to be a tiefling and be more willing to help him in his predicament.

Disgusting mindflayers! To implant a cambion!

Among everything, mindflayers were the very thing Lucius hated the most, more, even, than he hated Raphael. And this event was not to gain them any favor.

He needed to find mortals that had been tadpoles too, convince them they could help each other, so he could use them as cannon fodder. Or even better yet, offer to trade their soul to another devil who could help him. This shouldn’t be too hard to recognize; look for people looking desperate as they knew their days were running very short. Then, all he would have to do would be to smooth talk them, and it was what he was the best at!

With a wave of the tail, he set to find someone with a confidence in his step he was lacking in his mind.

[With: @iron-hearts-ablaze]