#lads twins

[loveanddeepstress]

I imagine baking around zayne would be a nightmare, like you'd just be mixing the batter and turn to grab an egg and he's already got his hand in the batter, some by his mouth and of course he's going to say "it needs more sugar"

Xavier on the other hand would be watching you from the table asking you if you need help, looking up at you with his cute ass puppy eyes, and it's not even intentional. If you do let him help, keep a close eye on him, he might put the wrong amounts of things or just the wrong things in general.

Rafayel would be standing with you watching everything, commenting in everything that's done, you best not drop an egg shell in there or you'll never hear the end of it.

Sylus would be teasing you every step of the way as you and the twins stumble around eachother, they don't know shit about baking so you have to stop them from adding a literal salt shaker into the bowl.

[sayangrafayel]

I WOULD GIVE THESE TWO THE WHOLE WORLD AND MORE. I LOVE MY SONS SO MUCH. OH MY GOD.

[1-delululand-1]

What cat breeds are the LaDs men?

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Sidebar: these are my opinions and it's for funsies. I based my choices mostly off of vibes along with my own experience with these specific breeds. I had to include my besties(the twins) bc I love them sm I wish they got more screen time :'( Caleb was just a bonus bc I felt bad for including everyone but him. I might add more to this later (is she crazy? 👀) based on new game updates

Caleb gives off "orange American Curl" vibes so frickin much. He seems very extroverted and like he has a childish nature.

Luke & Kieran would be Toyger cars. They're loyal and energetic. They get bored pretty easily and need constant entertainment. Plus they're easily trained.

Rafayel is a Siamese cat through and through. He's a dramatic trouble maker who always wants your attention.

Sylus would be a white Bengal. He's extremely agile and just exudes confidence. He also has a lot of energy and loves to play(he's so sneaky)

Xavier is def a Ragdoll. He's extremely docile and will do anything you ask of him. Plus he's the perfect cuddle buddy.

Zayne would be a Maine Coon. Even with his luxurious fur, he'd still be stern(as stern as a cat could be) He's self assured and calm.

Let me know what y'all think of my choices 😚

[slipperylittleturtle]

i already love them

[solifloris]

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine going to an amusement park with Sylus, Luke, and Kieran for your birthday

— Birthday Present for @cantstoptheimagines —

"Boss, she cheated!" Luke cries out, throwing a hand over his forehead and jostling his sunglasses as he does so. Acting like he's in great despair, Luke falls back as if he had fainted and Kieran stretches out his arms to catch his older brother. He lets his head flop to the side, his black face mask covers his face but you know that he's probably hiding a smile underneath it.

Quick to follow his twin's lead, Kieran fans his brother's face with his hand as he begins to wail. "Luke, no! Don't go into the light!" Though you can't see his face because he was donning the same sunglasses and face mask as Luke, Kieran was probably putting on an award-winning performance.

Holding the crow plushie the stall owner had given you for winning the duck shooting game, your eyes narrow as you stare at the twins, letting out a huff at their theatrics though a smile threatens to break out on your face. "I didn't cheat! I shot that last duck fair and square. It's not my fault I was quicker."

You turn to face Sylus who is walking a few steps behind the three of you, his arms crossed across his chest and an amused look on his face. Standing in place so he could reach you, your free hand rests on your waist. When he reaches you, your eyes meet his red ones and he raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to speak. "You saw that I didn't cheat, right Sylus?"

Grabbing his chin with one hand, Sylus lets out a hum as if in deep thought, and recalling the incident that happened just a few minutes ago was huge trouble. His eyebrows furrow and his eyes jump between the three of you. A smirk grows on his face at how each of you stares expectantly at him, eager to see who he would side with.

"I don't know, kitten. I think I recall you pushing Luke during the game."

Your eyes widen at Sylus' statement and you let out an indignant gasp. You throw the plushie at him which he catches with ease as he lets out a loud laugh at your offended reaction. "I did not cheat! I'm a Deepspace Hunter on the Alpha Team. Why would I need to cheat in a shooting game? I'm a genius with guns!"

Crossing your arms across your chest, you face Luke and Kieran with a determined look on your face. Then let's have a rematch! I'll show you that my win was not a fluke." Turning to look at Sylus, you stick your tongue out at him, ignoring the way he chuckles at you. "And that I don't need to cheat to win."

[lcvegasms-archive]

LITTLEST CROW 𓅂

summary: you’ve been feeling weird lately so you ask luke and kieran for help. they don’t waste time in giving you exactly what you need.

paring: luke & kieran x f!reader with a hint of sylus at the end.

content: age gap, pseudo incest, oral, nipple play, fingering, pet names, praise kink, bit of aftercare.

Big brother’s Luke and Kieran who are always so protective of you. Anything you wanted or needed, they were always there to provide. So when you tell them that your chest has been sore and there’s this aching feeling between your legs. Oh, they know exactly how to help.

Luke has you on your back, panties pulled down and discarded. His lips trail kisses from your stomach down, down, down until he’s between your legs staring at your sopping cunt. “So pretty, so wet.” Luke mumbles and you can feel yourself clenching at his words.

Kieran moves in to place a kiss on your forehead, your cheek, then down your neck. “So good for us, you’re so cute baby.” And oh! They’ve always told you how pretty you were, how beautiful, how good and perfect. They always praised you but now it feels different. It makes your skin flush, you can feel their words between your thighs.

Both mouths reach their destination at the same time. The sound the leaves your mouth is one of pure pleasure. It feels so good, them playing with your body like this. Your skin is hot and your head dizzy.

Luke’s tongue bullies its way inside your cunt and he has to pin your legs to stop you from moving so much.

Kieran continues to play with your chest. Pinching and pulling at your puffy nipples. They’re more sensitive than before but it feels so good. A velvet tongue flicks over them repeatedly and it sends jolts of pleasure straight to your clit. “Good girl, you’re so good baby. So perfect.”

Your fingers card themselves through Kieran’s hair, pulling him closer, trying to get more of yourself in his wonderful mouth. “Please, please, please.” You beg and you don’t even know what you’re begging for but you know they’re gonna give it to you.

Somewhere between making you come for second and third time, Luke’s cock ends up in your mouth while Kieran’s is busy drilling inside you.

More time passes and none of you notice when your dad steps into the room, not until he’s standing right in front of you, watching you with the same look in his eyes. Want.

“So this is what you get up to when I’m away?” Sylus’ voice is deep, strained. “Being a plaything for your brothers?”

You want to say no. You want to say that it’s not true but how can you when you’re being stuffed from both ends and don’t want to move?

He ignores the boys completely, bending down to play with your already abused pussy. The rough pad of his fingertips target your clit, flicking this way and that.

“You gonna come for me little dove?” And oh. Oh fuck!

Those words, his voice, his touch combined with everything else sends you over the edge for the fifth time that night.

Later, when you’re all cleaned up they tuck you into bed, kissing you goodnight and wishing you sweet dreams.

𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 © 2024 𝑺𝑳𝑽𝑻𝑻𝒀𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬 - 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔. dividers by @cafekitsune

𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒄 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 ✩

[fish-with-more-eyes]

[id in alt]

the main thing i’ve gained in bllk is the power to draw bleps. so have bleps

[wearysparrows]

Sylus saying fugly kills me

[astras-ender]

was on my lunch break and just got spoiled in the best way possible bc WTF CALEB lmaoooo

mf really hit us with a

infold be tapped in 😭😭😭

[vampiirl]

Please PleASE PLEASE

Someone make a smut fic where Sylus is doING THE DEED WITH MC AND THE TWINS WATCH AHHHHHHH

I’m fuckn gnawing on the bars of my prison cell

[sayangrafayel]

Crow family Pt. 🍞

Sylus: I'm not a father figure

MC: Then what are you doing?

Sylus, cutting the crusts off the bread: Luke doesn't like the crust. Kieran says he's okay with it, but deep down he prefers no crust on his bread.

MC: You're so cute.

[1-delululand-1]

If LaDS men were vines

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Rafayel would be "let's tell each other a secret about us, I'm gonna go first. I. Hate you."

Xavier would be "road work ahead"

The twins would be "HER SISTER WAS A WITCH"

Sylus would be "this is the dollar store, how good could it be"

Zayne would be "I know you're mentally ill, which is why I'm gonna open up a hospital"

Caleb would be "Back at it again at Krispy Kreme"

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 3

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1094

Written: 21st December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

His arms feel lighter, colder... sluggishly opening worn eyes. The bed is empty, his hand reaches out but there's no ghost of warmth.

This has happened before. You hate to wake him up when you get up, alarm not needed because your hours as a hunter have permanently ruined your sleep patterns.

The first time, he'd felt fear grip his heart in an icy hand. Tightening, twisting and tearing. Now he just sighs into the air, turning over in his bed to look for phone. Checking there's nothing imperative that requires him, shooting off a message to the prince that you need some clothes brought over.

Your hunter uniform was beginning to resemble scrap, and he'd laid one of his shirts out for you to use until the prince could deliver more options.

Or he could buy you more... still you frowned at him when he suggested such a thing, telling him with a little laugh that you had plenty of clothes.

He hadn't yet worked out how to explain that dressing you was a satisfaction for him. Seeing you wearing things he chose, he paid for? He was still a dragon through and through. Decorating his lair and his greatest treasure.

He understood, however, that certain things you owned were picked because you liked them, found comfort in them. Safe things. So if it meant dragging the prince out here with a bag in tow, he didn't think either of them were too put out by it.

Reluctant to leave his bed, but yearning to have you close by again, Sylus pulls himself out of his nest. Flick of the hand righting his covers, and padding out in slippers and sweats.

As soon as he leaves the room, music drifts towards him, accompanied by very familiar voices, and he follows its call like you're a siren.

Even if you were, he knows he'd drown blissfully for and with you.

His kitchen is filled with the scent of sugar and bread, hitting his nose as soon as he swings open the door. The twins are sat on the kitchen counters, bobbing their heads to a song he doesn't know, and he's pretty sure they don't know either, judging by the 'do do do's' they're singing along with it.

He almost wants to complain, because they're loud enough to cover some of the notes you're singing, but you're laughing and smiling amidst the words. Cheeks dimpled...

Your shoulder is bared because his sweater is too big, slipping down, and covering the tops of your thighs. Shorts underneath, long fluffy socks up to your knees. Foot tapping the floor as you mix dough in a bowl.

You're like an angels song.

Head bobbing, tilting as you sing out to words he doesn't recognise. Not that he needs to.

I'm on my knees waiting for the sound.

It's a strange feeling, he's tried to replicate how your voice makes him feel with his own. He's learned how to sing to music that he doesn't really understand. Tunes that he can't quite replicate. Sylus listens to everything he can find because he wants to understand. It's a strange dim sensation on his own, with his records playing. Though they remind him enough of you that he is comforted anyway.

Stuck in a world gone wrong.

It is like he's chasing your shadow, and he never can seem to catch up.

So lift me up, I'll never let you down.

A feeling that blooms like fresh flowers, brings him to ease, reminding him of days where he learned what love was.

Calmed and riled and fragile but so warm and safe. The feeling is chaotic and terrifying but if he could spend his life feeling it, his very very long life. That only you can end, and when you choose to, he hopes it's alongside yours.

So he can never feel it without you, though he feels it's shade when he remembers you.

Searching for the words that I can say.

Instead it licks flames up his skin when you sing in front of him, when your voice fills the air and wraps around him and he understands. He always understands with you.

How it feels when you're with me.

The twins look up at him, pointing at him as they sing non-existent words and his kitten doesn't notice until he pulls up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, chin on your shoulder, hunching over to look down at what you're doing.

Mostly just so he can feel the rumble of your song through his chest.

The music falters for a second, as your hand reaches up to touch his cheek. He thinks he might purr in response but wouldn't admit it outloud if asked.

"Sugar cookies." You answer his unspoken question. "They're easy, but I'm testing the recipe with less sugar."

"The doctor will be happy." He murmurs against the skin of your neck. Biting absently, in protest as you stop singing for him. Not too harshly though, after all your voice is beautiful when you speak too. Always a song for him. Always lighting that unusual sensation in his chest.

"We've been taste testing!" Luke calls out, and he tilts his head just enough to watch the twins sticking raw dough in their mouths.

"Hey! Don't eat too much you'll make yourself sick!"

"S'fine." Kieran speaks with a full mouth, spraying some dough over his brother, who wipes it off and glares. "You missed a spot." And he flicks him in the forehead.

The two begin to scuffle, leaping off the counters and chasing each other out of the room, the sound of their yelling is head down the hall.

You begin to laugh in his arms, eyes twinkling with affection, and lean back against him with a contented smile.

He wishes the fish were here to paint you. He debates going to grab his phone that he's left on the side, just to take a photo for him later. It would mean releasing you though... he supposes there's more chances to see you like this.

His whole life, he hopes.

"Thank you." You speak, tilting your head to press a kiss to his head, and he turns you quickly, one hand moving to your neck to keep you there while he kisses as much of your skin as he can reach.

Cheeks, lips, forehead, neck. Quick pecks with no heat.

His chest, his heart. He's molten, melting, burning. It would hurt, he thinks, if it didn't feel so delightful. His heart, his soul, his home.

[llamabois]

TO LOVE AND HATE, ENDLESSLY

Synopsis: You and your twin sister (MC) have been spending time with your parents. They decide it would be fun for you guys to play dress up and guess who is who. Caleb ends up joining in to your dismay.

No warnings are needed other than a bit of swearing, lol.

Side note: tried to use some pilot terms, but I might've failed lmao.

Taglist: @justpassingdontworry @macaronnya @itsmekalou @caramelizedpopcirn @xiaorixx

You are your own worst enemy. Not that you'd ever have expected that. It's been two weeks since your mirror reflection has come back into your family's life, and while you're happy for your parents, a part of you wishes you ate her in the womb.

Her eyes crinkle in the same way yours does, a smile a little lopsided. When she gets nervous, she plays with her fingers as if doing so will make a spell to banish away her fear. Just like you.

The first fear you've ever faced was your own reflection, so now you've learned to put two fists up to face your inner demons. You try bonding with her. Asking her about her childhood.

She tells you about how she grew up with her amazing childhood friend Caleb. Told you how he was almost like a brother to her. Almost, but not quite. Her eyes stir with a muted desire that matches your own when you look into his beautiful purple irises. She doesn't acknowledge this. Neither do you.

Shadowboxing is not an art you are unfamiliar with. For you were your first enemy. And you will be your last. Until you break bread with the parts of you that your heart has never understood; You will break bones and wreak havoc on your own psyched up psyche till nothing but the two of you are left breathless yet still attached.

Yet you still choose not to face him. Not until you're forced to.

Your parents have decided to take some time to do all the things they've always wanted to do with both of you but never could. And this time, you two were playing dress up.

Due to the fact that your hair was long (even though you've been thinking of cutting it recently,) you both sported the same bun with a pretty extravagant dress. How your parents got them, you'll never know.

"My goodness, you two are identical!"

Your sister laughs at this comment and turns towards you. "I've always felt like there was a part of me missing. At least I know it wasn't because my heart went dumb."

You want to feel warmth in your chest. You want to feel sorry for your dear twin who suffers from a heart condition after you lost her. You want to love her. Yet your fists are still up, and your heart is hidden on your sleeve.

And to think you're feeling this way all because of a damn man.

There's a ring at the doorbell, the two of you had changed again to match into some more casual clothes. Your mom excitedly goes to open the door. You pay no mind as you look at your sister and smooth out her hair that looked a little frazzled.

She looks at you intently, shocked by the sheer awe of looking at yourself outside of your body yet still within yourself.

She knows you're not all too happy to see her. And she has a feeling she knows why.

"Girls," your mom calls excitedly. "Guess who's here!"

You both look to the entrance of the living room, and your stomach does flip when you see who is standing there. His frame large against the small door. His eyes, some what in awe.

Not for you, of course, never for you.

"Caleb, dear, would you like to play a little game with us?" Your mom asks with a clap of excitement.

"Guess who is who between the two of them."

"We've got 3 out of the 6 times, right? Not bad, huh?" Your dad chimes in, proud.

As if not being able to tell which daughter you've held in your arms and taken care of the past 23 years of your life is something to be proud of. You digress.

You were identical.

"Sure," Caleb says as he takes a seat on the couch. Casually, he leans into the crook of the chair away from your parents. Manspreading like he owned half of the chair with just his presence. Purple eyes watched you both intently as you both switched positions a few times.

You tried to keep your expression neutral. But you knew that Caleb would probably be able to tell right away who his beloved Pipsqueak was and who was just a Bandit.

You both continue to circle each other. As you look at her, you look at yourself. A yin yang behavior. To circle each other endlessly till parts of you bled into who you've hated to be. To both be exactly alike, yet nothing at all the same.

To be yourself is to love and hate endlessly.

"And stop." Your dad says, clapping once.

You both look toward Caleb, who gazes intently at you. His eyes are heavy on your body. You want to look away, but everything within you wants to fight for a stupid victory. So you don't.

"This is pipsqueak, and this is my angel." He says, pointing at your sister and then you.

"Angel?" You question. "How did you come to this conclusion, Colonel."

"Well first," he smiles. "Pipsqueak doesn't call me Colonel. So you just proved my point, my dear mechanic."

Dammit.

"Okay, what else."

Caleb gets up from his spot on the couch and makes his way towards you, as if she wasn't there. As if no one else was around.

"Well...my dear angel often as a really defiant gaze when she looks at people. Especially me. Sometimes it borders on hatred I think." He smiles. "Unless it was something else." He whispers.

You look away.

You choose to run from his words rather than listen to them. How could he know that you wanted to jump into his skin, and carve a piece of yourself into him permanently? That you wanted the weight of his body on top of yours. The warmth of his chest, the desire in his eyes, the whirling of the mechanical arm that was never going to be a part of him yet still held a part of you every time that you tinkered with it in your workshop.

How you wanted the sound of that robotic arm to lullaby you to sleep as he wrapped himself around you brought his real arm to your stomach and caressed it gently.

He truly knew nothing.

Son of a bitch.

"True," you chuckle with a dark gaze. "But it doesn't border on hatred. It is."

"Oh, you know that isn't true."

"What i know is that there are somethings you don't come back from, and if you don't step out of my fucking face, I'll make sure that you face a death you don't came back from." You fake a gasp, "Oh damn, I should say, again. Shouldn't I."

Your sister watches your back and forth. At first, with amusement, but then also a sense of wrongness.

Like she wasn't supposed to be here.

She could tell there was something between you two. Something that was more than hate. It was desire. A language is so often hidden between the lines but felt so easily.

She had no place between that. After all, she was just Caleb's childhood friend, right?

Maybe she did feel something for him, a sense of belonging like no other. To have someone take care of you and treat you as a precious jewel when the world was determined to crush you. Caleb did that. He treated her as if she were a jewel. A diamond.

She shakes her head. She would be fine without him. Afterall, when this bastard blew the fuck up, she had to do everything on her own. And she'll continue to do so.

Or at least... she has her family still there with her.

"Oh angel, you wound me deeply." Caleb jokes sarcastically. But you're not having any of it.

"Would you like another fatal wound? I think we can make that happen."

At this point, your mom and dad left, and your sister also took her leave. Something about going to go change.

Caleb chuckles as he deepens the space between you two. His warm hand caressing your face. You want to throw something at him. Whether it's a chair or yourself, you can't decide.

"How did you know it was me." You asked again.

He comes closer, enough to feel his breath hot on your face. Enough for your eyes to linger at his lips a bit too long to be just friendly.

"Because," he whispered. "I'd know your little eyebrow quirk anywhere."

His hand traced your leg.

"The way you favor your right leg over your left when you stand, because of a classroom mishap you had when you were still studying at the DAA."

"The way you quirk your head to the left when you've been waiting for too long." His hand traced the nape of your neck. Then, he cupped your face and tilted your head towards him.

"The way your lips quiver with unspoken words. Your eyes, hungry."

How could he not know. It was the same look he gave you.

Not because you looked like her.

But because you were just you. Beautiful, utterly brilliant, bright-eyed, and amazing you.

He presses his lips to yours. The dryness of them, ticklish against your moist ones. His hands in your hair, as he breathes you in like you're the last bit oxygen he has left in deepspace.

You throw your arms around him. Your body flush against his, this moment, a dream. An endless yearning fulfilled like you've finally caught the sun after riding into the sunset.

Was this desire? Was it love? You don't know.

But you wanted to explore what it felt like to be loved.

Like a word lost in translation.

"Ay! I know yall are lovey dovey but no pda in my living room!" Your dad calls from the other room.

"Sorry, dad!"

He didn't want you to be her. He wanted you to be yourself.

And to be yourself is to love and hate endlessly.

[catsandcatci]

the way that you can so clearly tell if an artist's primary fandom is the silmarillion or the hobbit/lotr by the way they draw Elrond