#matchin themes

[sturnioz]

its shy!reader's first annual frat house halloween party.

"the frat house hosts halloween parties?" you ask, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise as you examine the colourful halloween-themed flyer in your hand, your lips parting slightly in disbelief as you read the scrawled words.

"course we do, kid. why wouldn't we?" chris replies as he steps into the bedroom, just finished with his shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. water droplets cling to his wet hair, glistening as they strickle down his chest.

you don't spare him a glance, too busy focussing instead on the vibrant orange colours on the paper, which seem almost blinding in their brightness. it's not that you're surprised the frat house is throwing a halloween party — they throw parties for just about every occasion — but the thought of chris dressing up? that's the real shocker.

you can't picture him in a costume at all.

"do you dress up?" you dare to ask, your voice quiet as your eyes flit up to him in curiosity. just then, chris drops the towel, pulling on a pair of plaid pajama pants, the waistband resting snug on his hips.

chris scoffs, "no." well, that answers that.

you chew your bottom lip, your fingers fiddling with the edges of the flying in your hands. "so what do you do?"

"like i do at every fuckin' party, kid. i drink, i take my shit, and sell my shit — what's with all the questions? huh?" he turns to you, his gaze intense, wet strands of his hair framing his face.

"m'just curious, is all" you mutter, a frown tugging at your lips as you place the flyer on his beside table. "am i going?"

"obviously."

"do i have to dress up?"

"do whatever y'want."

then, with a hint of hope, you ask. "will you dress up with me?"

"no."

oh. the bluntness of his response hits you like a cold splash of water. you blink at him, momentarily lost for words, a mix of shock and disappointment settling in your chest.

chris notices your silent and tongues at his cheek, scoffing slightly. "m'not dressing up, kid. i don't do any of that shit. s'pointless to me."

"but its not to me," you reply, raising your voice slightly, frustration creeping into you tone. "i like halloween.. i want to dress up."

"then do it," chris furrows his brows, his expression still stern. "nobody is stoppin' you."

"i dont want to do it alone..."

"it's a halloween party, kid. you're not gonna be alone." chris states matter-of-factly, and your face scrunches up at his dismissive attitude, causing him to click his tongue against his teeth in annoyance. "don't give me that look. don't."

"i just want to match!" you declare, surprisingly relentless now, determined not to back down despite the nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you to let it go.

"you... you want to match?" chris repeats in disbelief, staring at you incredulously. "like — like a couples costume?"

you frown, feeling your cheeks heat up. "well, when you put it like that—"

"you're crazy. you've lost your mind." chris mutters, shaking his head as he murmurs to himself. "couples costume, she said.. fuckin' matchin', she said."

"it doesn't have to be anything serious," you plead, trying to reason as your voice softens. "it just seems like it would be fun to dress up together. i've never done that before.."

chris goes quiet for a moment. he's still tonguing at his cheek, his gaze piercing as if he's sizing you up, and you shift nervously on the bed beneath his gaze, gripping the covers tightly.

then, a sly smirk creeps across his lips, and he tilts his head, scratching at his cheek. "alright."

your eyes almost bulge out of your head in surprise. "alright?"

"yeah, alright," chris hums, nodding as a glint flickers in his eyes. "we can match but uh.. but i'm pickin' what we wear. yeah? i get full control over our costumes."

"okay!" you excitedly nod your head, a grin spreading across your lips. "thank you!"

"mm.. don't thank me yet, kid," chris replies as he drops down onto the bed beside you, the smirk still lingering on his lips as he gets comfortable. "'cos you have no idea what you just walked into."

you hardly process chris' last words, too caught up in the thrill of him agreeing to your idea. you're buzzing, grinning to yourself as your mind whirls with possibilities of what you could both go as. you even have a few ideas swirling around, but you bite your tongue, remembering that he wants full control over the costumes.

but a few days later, with the halloween party just an hour away, you find yourself standing in front of the mirror, staring in disbelief at the reflection before you.

your heart races as you take in the tight, back corset that hugs your figure, accentuating your curves and pushing up your breasts. the sheer black pantyhose cling to your legs, leading down to the black heels that add an extra height.

around your neck rests a black bowtie and a crisp white collar, but it's the fluffy white bunny ears atop of your head and the fluffy round tail just above your ass that truly seals the deal.

you feel a rush of embarrassment wash over you, heat flooding your cheeks as you take it all in.

you're unable to move, rooted to the spot as your eyes flit to chris, who stands behind you. he's decked out in a red satin robe and black pants, completing the very simple hugh hefner look.

"well.. what d'you think?" chris asks, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he takes a step closer, clearly enjoying the look on your face as he leans over your shoulder.

you swallow hard, still processing the surreal situation. "i uh.. i didn't expect this.. to be honest," you stammer, your gaze darting back to your reflection. "i can't go out like this."

"yeah you can," chris hums, his fingers reaching down to tug on the fluffy bunny tail, a smirk on his lips as he pulls you along with him towards the bedroom door, chuckling as he hears you stumble on your heels. "lets go, bunny."

© STURNIOZ

authors note. this isn’t apart of kinktober, this is just a halloween themed prompt i had sitting in the drafts <3

[deuce-t-agere]

i cant pick so if ur doin em, 4🧸 or 11👕 for wolvie ^^!

4🧸Matching outfits with their favorite stuffed animal/comfort object! (ie- bunny themed outfit for their stuffed bunny, green stripes for a green striped blankie, ect)

11👕Your character gets to dress themself today! Draw what you think they'd pick, if they could wear ANYTHING they want! (even if it doesn't match, or it looks silly! what would your character pick to wear?)

Finally finished ‘em!

DP&W Wolvie dressed to match hims wolf

Comic Wolvie matchin Big Bird

Fox movies Wolvie pick his own outfit

An Evolution Wolvie did too (is just hims regular clothes but he still baby)

[buckarooranch]

Howdy there! 💌

Today, we're rollin' out the second gift from the advent calendar. This present pairs real nice with the halter you cracked open on the first day.

It's a cozy Blanket in 6 different swatches. We've got patterns matchin' the halter and a few extra colors to keep it neutral, mixin' and matchin' with them other halter shades. 🥰 The original mesh is from @objuct, and we wrangled it up to match the holiday-theme! We're downright excited to see the stylish combos y'all come up with, now that the pasture set's all decked out!

Tomorrow, it's day 3 of the advent calendar, and we're tossin' in another clue! This one's set to give your horse that extra dash of Christmas spirit, maybe somethin' for the tail? So, stay tuned, keep them eyes peeled, and see what unfolds tomorrow. 🤠🎁

Details:

The original mesh is from @objuct (This is a recolor)

6 swatches

For Adult/Elder horses

Horse Ranch DLC needed

Website (Free!)

[hunterssm00n]

Natural Born Sinner / part 3 /

The Comedian has addictions too, and they include more than just cigars and violence. | Eddie Blake/OC |

part 3 of 3

also on ao3: here

*cw include dubcon smut, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, degradation, stalking, emotional/psychological abuse, misogyny, name-calling, breaking and entering, past abuse, dark themes*

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

What will I say? / What will I do? / Maybe it's fear / That leads your rage / Maybe you're me, and I am you

He lurched both of them forward so she was thrown up onto her knees, pushed her face first into the peach colored tile wall, and she knew it was all over. 

With one surge, she was pushed face first against the tile wall, and there was barely a beat that went by before he pushed himself inside of her. The girth and length of him stretched her and filled her so good; she let out a wild animal sound that she'd never before made in her life. 

It was all over now. 

With that first stroke, all of her resistance had evaporated. It was all him now - he took over everything like he always did. He'd never left her mind. What was the point in even trying to make him? He was right; no matter what, it always ended this way. And when it was this good, what was really so bad about it? 

Her brain was all Eddie, Eddie, EDDIE!

She moaned his name, her body rocking against the wall in time to his steady thrusts, "I hate you,"

His breathe was coming out in hot gusts against the back of her neck, and he groaned when she used her inner muscles to squeeze around him, "I know you do," He didn't even try to argue with her - he always knew the struggles she had in her mind about him. He was, in fact, irresistible, something he prided himself on. "But ya also fuckin' love me." 

In between gasps, she breathed out, "That's a load of shit!" 

Eddie chuckled deeply behind her, "That's a real sexy thing to say right now..." 

"Shut up," she moaned out, her cheek against the tile shower wall. The man behind her reached around to her front to grope at her breasts, and she whimpered at the feel of his hot, calloused hands palming her sensitive flesh. She was close already, though she didn't want to be. That would just mean he'd won, once again. "Eddie..." But God, she couldn't help it. Everything was just so good, so fucking good - it was like trying to stop a train moving at a hundred miles an hour on a dime. 

As if he could read her mind, he rumbled into her hair, "We just fit so damn good, baby; we're perfect fuckin' matchin' puzzle pieces, that's why it feels so damn good all the time, every time, that's why I can't fuckin' stay away from you and you can't fuckin' say no to me - we're two peas in a pod, hun, uh, fuckkk," He said all of this while he was fucking her, her body bouncing against the porcelain edge of the tub. 

The whole time he was babbling just brought her closer and closer to her release that she knew would be one of many this evening. Her fight was steadily receding back to the recesses of her mind as her pleasure mounted and was brought to the forefront of her brain. EddieEddieEddieEDDIE-

"Oh, no," she moaned out, unable to stop herself.

Eddie Blake chuckled into her hair, taking pride and pleasure in her defeat, "Cum for me, 'Chelle,"

She let out another animal noise that she'd never made; one of pure pleasure and defeat as her sweet release exploded; he was right. She couldn't say no to him. Only he could bring her this type of pleasure, give her this kind of high. Only. Him. 

He slowed at her back as she came down from her orgasm, kissing her hair, her neck, her shoulders. She openly shivered at the feel of his scratchy beard on her soft skin, but it was a good feeling. The thought of defying him did nothing for her anymore; it had all been zapped from her mind with that first release. Her body that had once been held rigid against him with defiance was now liquid and compliant. Her limbs contained no further fury to fight at the moment. Maybe tomorrow she would feel different, but now, she didn't care. Right now was all about her and him. 

He had not come yet; he wouldn't for a while, she knew, and he gently turned her around in his arms in the bathtub and pulled her in to kiss him on the lips. "Baby..." She openly accepted his kiss now, the fight gone from her body, satisfaction having turned her bones to liquid and satiating her for that moment. His tongue met with hers and she let out a low moan against his lips, kissing him back lazily. The wet sounds of their lips meeting gave her a tingly feeling in her lower back, and she felt the familiar arousal slowly returning to her core. She didn't want to fight anymore tonight. She wanted to be with him like a lover, to enjoy his company like he was her boyfriend. She didn't want to fight anymore; she just wanted him.

This was it. He'd broken her down once again.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and accepted his embrace, pressing her damp breasts against his equally damp chest. The hair on his chest tickled her nipples and she tried to scoot her lower body closer to his across the bottom of the tub. It was easier said than done; the bath was barely big enough for one person, let alone two people, and one of them being built like a linebacker. Bed. Move to the bed. The thought made her breath quicken and her throat suddenly parched with thirst for him, and she started to rise up out of the bathtub, her hands not letting go of him. He must have misunderstood because he held fast to her waist as she tried to stand up off of her sore knees that she knew would have bruises all over them. "Where you goin'?" came his rasping voice, sounding ferocious, his brown eyes alight with a dangerous fire.

She gulped, her breaths coming heavy with her own arousal, chest heaving, "I- There's more room in the bed," She barely got the words out before he rose up out of the water, holding her body flush against his and pulling her up with him. Apparently she didn't have to tell him twice. When they were both standing and she was flush against him and she realized once again how much he towered over her, how much bigger his body was than hers, the musky smell of him permeating all of her senses. Why did he have to be like this? Why couldn't he be disgusting, not charming, not handsome? It wasn't fair. Maybe a stronger woman could resist him, but she wasn't that woman. She wanted him and there was nothing she could do about it. 

Between her legs ached, and she rose on tiptoes to press her hips against his to try and relieve some of the pressure, hoping his cock would slide between her legs and rub against her soaking wet lips.

"Thought you wanted to go to the bed?" One of his big hands tangled into her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, She let out a wordless whine as he licked a hot, wet line up her neck to her earlobe, where she felt his scruffy chin scrape her skin deliciously. "That's okay, we can go there after."

After?

Then he hoisted her up into his strong arms without warning, her thighs on either side of his hips and his hard flesh pressed against her core. Moaning with need as he pressed her back against the wall, she gripped his broad, sinewy shoulders with both hands as he pressed his hard, steel rod into her glossy opening. "Ohh, fuck, doll, you're so fuckin' wet," he groaned as he began thrusting at a steady pace. The pleasure between her legs exploded almost immediately, and her head lolled back against the tile wall, desperate sounds of pleasure winding their way out of her throat. "Fuck yeah, this what you like baby? Is this what you want?" he huffed as his hips bounced against hers with a wet slapping noise. He spread her open so exquisitely, fully filling her to the brim and giving her a sensation of being stretched that was unmatched. No one else could make her feel like this. Yes she did like this, yes this is exactly what she wanted. At this angle he was grinding against her clit, and with a shriek she came again, her walls clenching down on his cock and her nails digging into his shoulder sinew. "Yes baby yes," His hips stuttered against hers, and he gave a final hard thrust as he spilled himself inside of her. "Oohhh fuckkk," He grunted and held them both there for a few minutes, both of them and trying to catch their breath.

And then he said, "Now, what was it you were sayin' about a bed?" 

Michelle looked at him for a moment before she broke out into giggles - giggles like she was a fucking schoolgirl or something. She realized she was probably drunk on his presence; that was what she would chalk it up to. "You're insufferable." She shook her head, but couldn't help the smile on her face. 

"I'll show you insufferable, baby," With that, he hoisted her up into his arms so they were no longer leaning against the wall in the bath, instead he was supporting them on his two legs with her in his arms. He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue lapping at hers as he stepped out of the bathtub with her in his arms, his large hands holding onto her thighs and ass to keep her elevated in his arms. She kissed him back with fervor, not caring about anything else at the moment. She just wanted to enjoy his presence like he was a normal man, and she was a normal woman. She knew it was hypocritical of her to be cursing his name one moment and (screaming it) kissing him the other, but right now she simply did not care. He'd made her come more than once tonight so far, and she knew he was bound to make her come plenty more times this evening. Heaven knew they had a long night ahead of them; she just wanted to relax and enjoy it without feeling guilty or angry at him, or herself. She was just too damn tired to keep up the act tonight. His presence had a way of doing that to her.

She felt a cool, hard surface under her backside, jumping a little at the unexpected contact, and when she opened her eyes she realized he had walked them into the kitchen and had placed her down on the counter top where he'd first cornered her. 

"This is where it should have happened first." 

The hair on the back of her beck rose, and she knew what was going to happen before it even did. "Eddie-" She was cut off by him leaning down and taking a ripe nipple into his mouth, lightly scraping his teeth across the hard bud. Much like before, she leaned her head back with a smack against her cabinets on the wall, a hiss of pleasure escaping through her teeth. She felt his calloused fingers trailing down her hips, over the tops of her thighs to slip between them, coaxing them further open. She anticipated the feel of those fingers on her core before it even happened - she was practically holding her breath in anticipation. At the first swipe of his fingers on her soaked cunt, dripping with their mixed fluids, it was like a zap of electricity that shot through her whole body. Despite him already just having made her come - a few times - every touch of his fingers felt brand new, like she was a virgin all over again, and he was going to he her first lover. Any other lover she'd ever had couldn't hold a candle to this man, and that was a fact. 

She nearly jolted off of the countertop and onto the floor when she felt his lips replace his fingers, and a gasp came from her throat that she couldn't control. One of his hands reached up to fondle a breast while the other held her thigh open so he could better reach his target. He wasn't kidding when he said he was insufferable. He was literally eating her out on top of her kitchen counter. The surface underneath her was going to be disgusting tomorrow morning, covered with a mixture of water, her fluids, his cum and saliva. That thought came and went quickly though, as it was hard to focus on anything other than the immense pleasure she was feeling. 

He sucked her clit into his mouth, hard, and her body jumped like she'd been zapped. She moaned loudly, the combination of his tongue and fingers and scruff of his beard making her so aroused. "Eddie..." 

He rose from his place between her legs, his hands remaining on her hips. He kissed up her body until he got to her lips, and she could taste herself on his tongue, mixed with his own semen. Their mingled fluids were steadily soaking the countertop she was sitting on; she could feel the slick mixture between her thighs and under them. He was vile, but she would have been lying if she said that wasn't attractive to her. From him, at least. She would have never let anyone else do this to her; never let anyone else do half of the things they had done to each other. 

Suddenly he pulled her up off of the counter, her backside sliding easily across the surface from the liquids pooling underneath her. She expected him to pick her up and carry her to the aforementioned bed. She was surprised again when he set her on her feet and turned her around so she was facing the counter and the cabinets, and she realized, at this moment, he wasn't quite done with her here yet. With one big hand on the middle of her back, he pushed her facedown onto the wet surface, her heavy breasts mushing into the puddle of sticky liquid. 

"Tell me you want it," came his lust shredded voice from above and behind her. 

Had she more will to withstand his power, maybe she would have held out further. He was too strong; too good. And he knew he could break her into pieces. Maybe he wouldn't have wanted a stronger woman. Maybe he thought she was perfect just the way she was. Why did that thought sound so right, so good? Especially since it couldn't have been true; Eddie Blake had hundreds of women chasing him at all times. How did he do this to her? Why did he have this effect on her? 

She gulped, but didn't say anything. The words were still caught in her throat, surprisingly enough. Even after all they had done so far, this was the part she was having trouble with. Because he was such a narcissist, he wanted her to tell him exactly how much she wanted him - as though he couldn't see her right here, naked and willing before him, dripping with water and sweat and various other juices. God damn him.

"Please, Eddie, cut the shit and just..." 

He rubbed the tip of his cock against her entrance, already hard again. She highly doubted he was ever soft. He felt so good just brushing against her slit; she thought she would die if he didn't push himself inside of her.

"Just what, baby?" 

She laid her forehead down on the cool surface she was bent over, and growled out, "Just fuck me, goddammit." 

His laughter came from the same place that his voice had, somewhere above and behind her, His big hands grabbed hold of her hips, lining himself up with her entrance. "With pleasure." And then he entered her with one big shove. Immediately he began a rough, fast pace, his hips smacking hard against her backside and making a wet slapping noise of skin on skin in quick succession. One hand stayed on her hip while the other reached up and grabbed the back of her neck to keep her chest down on the countertop. Her chest made wet squeaking noises on the damp surface as her body forcefully rocked with each hard thrust. He wasn't holding back now. 

"Is this what you like, bitch? Huh?" he ground out. This was the real Eddie Blake. Rough, not gentle or loving. A cold bastard. And god she loved it. All she could do was moan his name over and over and over. She felt herself getting closer with every earth shattering thrust. She knew her whole body would be sore tomorrow; knew there would be bruises everywhere. But she also knew it would be worth it. 

"Eddddiiiiieeee," Her voice was jumbled from the forceful pounding her backside was taking by his hips, brutal and uncaring. Justified by his own proclamation in his constant state of self-righteousness. He was owed something by the world, according to him. And this was just him simply taking what he was due. 

Her poor pussy ached, and she couldn't tell how many times she had come around his cock as he'd been pounding into her on her kitchen counter, but from the squelching noises where their bodies met and the rivulets of sticky liquid running down her legs, she knew it had been quite a few times.

"Who's fuckin' pussy is this?" 

"Y- Yours," She sounded drugged, her words slurred. 

"Who's?" The hand that had been on her hip smacked her ass cheek, hard. There would be a mark from that tomorrow, too. 

"Yours, Eddie, it's yours." She felt heat rising once again, and she moaned, her fingers gripping the edges of the countertop she was being rutted against. She was a tough woman, she thought - she shouldn't enjoy being degraded like this. 

"That's what I fuckin' thought." He said this with each hard thrust. That's. What I. Fuckin'. Thought. 

Without warning, her orgasm overtook her, as the main railing into her was practically yelling: "Say my name, baby!" 

"Eddie! Eddie!" she shrieked out, and he gave one last final shove into her with a shout as he came as well, his hot seed filling her womb once again. 

Michelle was completely exhausted. She could hear Eddie behind her sounding none too lively himself as the two of them each tried to catch their breath. After what must have been a few minutes but felt like mere seconds, she felt herself being lifted up off of the countertop. Her legs were so tired and sore she didn't know if she could stand, but somehow she did. Her knees wobbled as the man behind her took her hand and turned her around, then led her towards the bedroom - her bedroom. She was too tired to protest as he opened the door and walked the small expanse of the room until he got to her bed. Lazily, he flopped down onto her mattress, and she couldn't even muster an eyeroll at the self satisfied grin on his lips. Everything was almost a blur at the moment, she was so tired. He pulled her down onto the bed with him, got her pillows situated, got them both snuggled under the covers, and she could feel sleep pulling at her as she laid against his warm skin.

Tonight, she would pretend. But just for tonight, she told herself as she drifted off into slumber. 

"Damn, I missed you, doll." came his voice near her ear, also sleepy with satisfied lust.

She had missed him, too. 

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AN: I do not own the Watchmen franchise or any of it's characters. Michelle is my own OC. I also do not own the song 'Natural Born Sinner' by In This Moment. The above photos are from pinterest, and have links attached to the original posts.

[speaknow-sw]

EVIE hi sweets i love that we’re kinda matchin themes now:33 how’re u doin ??

HI LOVE I’M GREAT 🫶🏻🫶🏻

MATCHING THEME WITH YOU YAYYYYY 🎀 Donnie supremacy we need to raise that man popularity, he needs more love and fics !

(still reading that lil’ paragraph you wrote about Donnie cooing to you while fingering you gently and kissing your throat 🫠)

[catsockpuppet]

oooo i luv the new profile theme :D

thank you!!!! i’m matchin’ w/a friend ^_^

[queersrus]

Fire theme

made with pyromaniacs in mind, but not exclusive.

excluding sun related names/words

tagging: @bpdxhoardic, @ponygirl-izzy

(nick)names:

pyr/pyre, pyra, pyro, pyry/pyri/pyrie, pyroess, pyroette, pyroetta, pyret/pyrett/pyrette, pyretta, pyrel/pyrell/pyrelle, pyroelle, pyrella, pyroella, pyrello, pyroello, pyrine/pyrene, pyrena, phoenix, prometheus, pyrrhus, polum'ya, plamya, plomien, pyralis fi/fy, fir/fyr, fire/fyre, fla, flam, flame/flaym/flayme/flaim/flaime, firess, firey, fiery, firette, firelle, firetta, firella, fiammetta, fiamma, flint, fintan, fuego, feu, feuer, fotia, foc, flamme, floga, fervor, flare, flash, flick, flicker ember, enya, egan, edan, eld blaze/blase/blaise/blais, bedelia, bridget, brandr, branton, brand, burn/bern, burna, burnaby, burnet, burnadette/bernadette, bal, bonfire tana, titus, tyson, tanwen, tanguy, tuli, torch, torrefy vatroslav, vulcan, vesta, vuur, vohon, vlam haphaestus, heat, heath, hearth, hestia, hagan, haco, hakan, haphaistos aodh, aodhnait, aodhamair, aguya, aithne, aiden, alev, agni, alight, ardor, afire, ablaze, aflame, ardent, arson logi, loki, liekki, llama, laga, lit, lighter calida, cinaed, conleth, conley, char, caut, cauter, cauteri, cauterize, cal, calc, calci, calcine igni, igno, igna, ignite, igniter, ignacio, inigo, ignatius, ild, incendio, inci, incini, incine, incinera, incinerate, infern, inferno, inferna, inflame kenneth, keenness, kindle mccoy, match, matches ogon, ogien geni, glow smold, smolder, scorch, singe, sear, scald

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

fi/fe/fii/firine/fireself fli/flame/flii/flamine/flameself i/igne/igni/ingine/ingiself(igniteself) bli/blaze/blii/blazine/blazeself bi/burne/bii/burnine/burnself pi/pyre/py/pyrine/pyreself py/pyre/pii/pyroine/pyroself py/pyrome/pyromi/promine/pyromaniaself ki/ke/kii/kine/kindleself smi/sme/smii/smoldine/smolderself sci/sce/scii/scorchine/scorchineself si/se/sii/sine/singeself si/sea/sii/searine/searself mi/me/mii/matchine/matchself li/le/lii/lightine/lighterself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

fo/fire/fires/fireself flo/flamer/flamers/flamerself io/igner/igners/igniterself blo/blazer/blazers/blazerself bo/bur/burs/burnerself po/pyre/pyres/pyreself po/pyror/pyrors/pyrorself po/pyromer/pyromers/pyromaniers ko/kindler/kindlers/kindlerself smo/smolder/smolders/smolderself so/singr/singrs/singerself so/sear/sears/searself mo/matcher/matchers/matcherself lo/lighter/lighters/lighterself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

fi/fire/fires/fireself fi/ire, fire/fires fla/flame/flames/flameself fla/me, flame/flames ig/igni/ignis/igniself ig/ignite/ignites/igniteself ig/ni, ig/nite, igni/ignis, ignite/ignites igni/ignite bla/blaze/blazes/blazeself bla/ze, blaze/blazes bur/burn/burns/burnself bu/rne, bur/urne, burn/burns py/pyre/pyres/pyrself py/pyro/pyros/pyroself py/yre, pyre/pyres, py/ro, pyro/pyros pyre/pyro pyre/pyromania, pyro/pyromaniac pyro/maniac, pyro/mania, pyromania/pyromaniac, pyromania/pyromanias, pyromaniac/pyromaniacs kin/kindle/kindles/kindleself kin/dle, kindle/kindles smold/smolder/smolders/smolderself smo/der, smolder/smolders sin/singe/singes/singeself si/inge, singe/singes sea/sear/sears/searself sea/ear, sear/sears mat/match/matches/matchself mat/ch, match/matches light/lighter/lighters/lighterself ligh/ter, lighter/lighterself

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the fire. the flame, the lighter, the match, the burner, the arsonist, the pyre, the pyro, the pyress, the pyroess, the pyromaniac, the kindling, the burning fire, the blazing fire, the smoldering fire, the scorching flame, the ignition, the igniter, the firewatcher, the fire starter, the firefighter

(prn) who burns, (prn) who blazes, (prn) who sets fires, (prn) who starts fires, (prn) who loves flames, (prn) who owns a lighter, (prn) who owns matches, (prn) who watches fire, (prn) who fights fire

this fire, this flame, this pyre, this pyro, this pyromaniac, this arsonist, this firefighter, this firewatcher, this fire starter

[haleighsplacestudios]

Hey! So its the middle of the nite & im tired so ima make this 1 short & sweet. I made these matchin human 💚 🔑⛓️s 4 my grandparents weddin anniversary. I thought it would really cute if i made em miss match kinda like they have a piece of each others 💚s. Like a romantic thing, dont think they got the theme but they liked em anyway so ig it dont really matter that much. Also, this is just sumthin weird but i dont normally like 2 put gold & sivler 2gether. It eather gotta b all gold or all silver. I dont mix metals wen it comes 2 my art or hardware. Aka, the metal bits like 👁️ pins, jump 💍 s, wire, ect. But on this...*CHEFS KISS* It's like perfect.👌🏻 Dont y it worx on this, but it does. Mayb it has 2 do w/ the colors. Idk, anyway i hope y'all like the 🔑⛓️s! Ima go sleep now so ill ttyl 😊👋🏻

[allzelemonz]

Finding and Feeling (3.1): The Move

Pairing Type: M/M Rating: M/Language, sexual themes Warnings: Wingwoman Mary-Beth, mention of gelding, Kieran being nervous, shopping, sapphic Mary-Beth and Tilly, mention of brothels, gift giving, theft, girls and the gays Summary: New camp means new clothes and a new chance. Other Chapters

Kieran never really imagined he’d get the opportunity to get new clothes, but when the gang got to moving camp he was all but thrown into the wagon by Miss Grimshaw. She claims that he stinks worse than the horses. Mary-Beth is all too enthusiastic to drag him into the general store of Rhodes for some clothes.

“I was thinkin’...” She mutters as she digs through the shelves. “Since ya ain’t too mad at Bill anymore-”

“Who said I ain’t mad at ‘em?”

“Well, yer back ta starin’ and blushin’, now aren’t you?”

Kieran’s cheeks heat at that. “Shut up…”

Of course, Kieran is still terrified of the bear of a man. However, after he caught Bill watching him open a bottle of coat tonic with a grin on his face, he’s gotten over the worst of it. Once he told Mary-Beth about it, she said she’d seen Bill snooping around Branwen quite a bit and that was more than enough proof for them both that Bill was the one leaving little gifts. Kieran insists it means nothing, Mary-Beth is certain it means Bill is smitten.

“I know Bill likes blue.” Mary-Beth mutters. “He wears it a lot at least. And he’s got this awful suit for fancy heists, blue too.”

Kieran shuffles awkwardly on his feet, wishing for just a moment that his eyes were blue.

Mary-Beth suddenly hands him an overshirt. “This one, perfect with that shirt he wears all the time.”

Kieran takes the shirt with a scrunched brow. “Ya think me matchin’ will make him not wanna geld me anymore?”

“It’s all about subtext.” Mary-Beth says, standing to look at the accessories. “I read a book last week and--”

“Aw, ya ain’t makin’ me inta one a’ them damsels, are ya?”

“Do ya want his attention or not?”

“Not if yer gonna make me look silly.” Kieran says, trying to forget the image of himself all dressed up in what Bill might like.

“Oh, you’ll look nice.” Mary-Beth smiles. “Pretty even.”

“I ain’t pretty.”

“Sure you are.” Mary-Beth shoves his shoulder lightly. “If I liked boys, you’d be my first pick.”

Kieran’s cheeks heat again and he looks at his shoes. “Just don’t go too crazy.”

“Just this.” She hands him a neckerchief and pushes him to the counter.

After a few minutes of fumbling with the new clothes in the alleyway, Kieran emerges feeling very unlike himself. He’s dressed in browns and blues, not unlike Bill’s typical outfits. New everything aside from the gunbelt he took off that O’Driscoll at Six Point. Like a new man.

It’s the squealing that makes him feel odd though.

Tilly has rejoined Mary-Beth in time to see him come out and both girls are chattering away at how he looks so much better than before. Karen, not quite one for squealing, just smiles and knocks his hat crooked.

“Aw, what’s the fuss.” Uncle mutters, woken from his sleep in the wagon.

“Go back ta sleep, old man.” Karen scolds. “Ain’t no brothels in this town.”

Uncle sighs, mindlessly finding the newly bought crate of whiskey and taking a bottle, paying nothing else any mind.

“Got an idea.” Karen mutters as she grabs his wrist.

They walk around the side of the general store, leaving Mary-Beth and Tilly to their own clueless flirting.

“Yer gettin’ Bill some presents of his own.”

Kieran furrows his brow and shakes his head. “I don’t got money.”

“I know.” Karen smirks. “And the feller in the store don’t got any sensibility.”

“What’s that mean?”

Karen stops, turning to Kieran and looking at him like he’s some kind of annoying clown. “It means, I’ll go in there and show off a few things while you find something nice fer Bill and slip out with it.”

“I-I thought Dutch didn’t want any trouble here.”

“Won’t be trouble.” Karen smiles. “Long as you don’t get caught.”

With that, Karen slips inside. Kieran waits until he can hear her boisterous fake laughter, then he naked his way inside. The owner is obviously enamored by the busty blonde snapping his suspenders and pays Kieran no mind. Looking over the shelves, Kieran finds that the only things he knows about Bill are his drinking, his affinity for torture, and his love for his horse. He doesn’t want to make Karen flirt forever, so he settles on the safest bet, alcohol. He can’t read the labels, but he finds the bottle that looks the fanciest and grabs it before making a hasty exit.

On the ride back to camp, Tilly says it’s some kind of rum she’s seen at rich folk’s parties. Mary-Beth takes the ribbon out of her hair and makes a pretty bow around the neck of it. That night, while Bill is on watch, Kieran leaves it on his bedroll and hopes for the best.

[nyursi]

HEHEHHE NYWAY HRUUU ALSO AYYYE TECHNICALLY WI HAVE MATCHIN THEMES CUZ BOTH OF EM' R FROM FONTAINE N WERE PINK !!!

YIPEEEE FONTAINE MATCHING THEMES!!!!!

[sassykattery]

Celebrations of the Heart, Pt. 7

Getting closer...

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Barbatos calls MC "mistress"

Themes: Birthday. Romance. Sappy-make-you-feel-warm-inside stuff.

Characters: MC="you", Mammon, Barbatos

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy~

-4pm-

"Oi! It's about time!" You heard from the grouchy second born behind you. The portal had taken you to a sidewalk along some familiar storefronts.

You whirled around and rushed him, almost scaring him shitless.

"Whoa whoa whoa, watch out!" He tried to throw his hands up, but you knocked into him as you threw yourself at him. He caught you, barely on his feet still.

You two hugged for a while, and finally Mammon let go first.

"Alright! Hey! We're wastin' time! I only got two hours with ya, so we gotta make 'em count," he said. You smiled and nodded.

"What are we doing?"

"I'm taking you shopping," he said with a mischievous grin.

"I don't have my wallet," you said, smirking and folding your arms.

"No, no, I said I'm taking you shopping, MC," Mammon said, whipping out Goldie. Your jaw dropped. "C'mon, let's go!" He yelled, grabbing your hand and dragging you into Majolish.

"Alright, I got rules for ya, MC," he said, turning toward you. It was just you two in the store, and you wondered if this really wasn't a robbery and you two were about to go to town on some clothes, but you waited to hear him out.

"Number one, you have to pick out a dress. Number two, you have to pick shoes and matchin' jewelry. Number three, I have to see everythin' put together, you'll be doin' a little fashion show for me," he said with a deep smirk. You shifted to one hip, arms crossed again. "After that, you can pick anything else you want, because today, The Great Mammon is takin' care of you," he said proudly.

You couldn't help but smile, admiring him in this moment. You'd have to thank Lucifer later for letting Mammon have his credit card back.

"Alright, I agree to your terms," you said, holding out your hand. Mammon grinned, his fangs showing playfully and taking your hand. He then drug you to the designer gown section and pushed you into it.

"Get to it! I'll be waitin'!"

You perused the racks before you and ultimately found four gowns to try. With full arms, you walked back to the changing area. Mammon sat near a full-length mirror, playing on his D.D.D.

The first one you came out with was a cherry red ballgown. It had a plunging neckline and spaghetti straps made of the 3D floral appliques that lined the bodice and scattered onto the skirt.

"It's pretty, but this is your birthday, so I want it to look more like you," Mammon said.

The second one was a black, long sleeve, slim A-line ballgown with a high neck. The bodice was embedded with glittering black rhinestones, diamonds, beads, sequins, you name it. The skirt was simple, just black tule. But the pièce to résistance was the cape that came with it, that also glittered with the same embellishments, and towards the end that drug on the floor, it flared into peacock feathers.

"Better, in fact I know a certain someone would love it, but let's see what else you got," Mammon stated.

The third one was an ornate, gold number. It was a sheath fit, the base fabric being shining satin and embellished lace on a top layer all over. It had a plunged sweetheart neckline, and each shoulder had its own floor-length cape with the same satin.

Mammon fidgeted, blushing furiously. You looked like an angel in his mind, dipped in gold and flushed with elegance. He cleared his throat. "It's wonderful, but it's not quite you. My favorite so far," he choked out.

Once you were in the dressing room, you chuckled.

The final gown was a silver ballgown. The sleeves were long and off shoulder with a slight plunge to the neckline. What made this dress special was the embellishing done on it: it looked as though millions of mirrors were sewn onto the fabric, twinkling as you walked, reflecting and refracting with any miniscule movement. Shining silver threads sewn into filigree shapes lined the skirt along with the mirrors. It nearly looked like water, or ice crystals in the light. Better yet, it almost looked like shining falling stars, your body the cosmos they hurdled across.

When you came out, Mammon looked up from his device and went still. You twirled in it, and he stood. He looked you over, every inch of you under his scrutiny.

"There's my MC," he whispered, standing next to you and looking in the mirror at you. You looked at him, and it was the most emotional you'd seen the demon. Indeed, you felt most like yourself in this moment. Suddenly, you turned and hugged him, and he immediately reciprocated.

"You know I love you, right?" he asked in your ear.

"I love you too," you replied tearfully. He pulled away and tucked his hand under your chin.

"I'll always be your first, never forget. I'll always take care of you, MC, even if you are the next Demon Queen. When things get hard, 'cause they will, I want you to come to me next time," he muttered, burying his face in your neck.

"I will, Mammon," you sniffed.

After several moments, finally, you let go first. He rolled his shoulders and brought himself back to normal. "Alright, let's pick out some shoes and jewelry," he suggested. He looked over at your dressing room again. "You're getting the gold one too," he muttered, going in to drag it out to place on the counter. You chuckled and did as told. He helped you with the accessories, and finally, you were all put together.

"Alright, take it all off and I'll get it rounded up for you, go pick out anything else ya want," he ordered.

After picking out some more clothes, you showed up at the counter. Mammon smiled at your full arms and said, "'Atta girl," with pride. A sales clerk finally appeared, the first person you'd seen all day besides your friends and family, much to your surprise.

Mammon had your gown and accessories bagged separately. "You'll take these with you to the next place," he instructed. "I'll take everything else back to the House." You nodded and took the bag.

"Oh, and Happy Birthday, MC," Mammon said bashfully.

"Thanks, you're the best, Mammon," you said, walking backwards into the portal behind you.

-6pm-

You were in your suite in the Demon Lord's castle, and you set everything down.

"Mistress," Barbatos beamed. You turned and smiled.

"I do believe you've already had your turn," you retorted playfully.

"Indeed. However, you know I tend to be a greedy demon myself, so I can't help but get as much time as I can with you when I can. But I do believe you would like to get ready for the end of your day. I see your trip with Mammon was successful," he replied.

You chuckled. "Greedy indeed. Yes, I have a few things. I take it I'm to wear these?" Barbatos nodded in reply. "Will you help me get ready then?"

"Of course, mistress."

Barbatos took his time doing your hair and makeup, perfecting every curl and lash. You couldn't help but notice the looks he stole from you, smirking at each other. It was sweet to see him like this: comfortable, with you, after all this time. It was only fitting since you two would see each other more, but you felt like you found a friend within the butler.

After hair and makeup, Barbatos helped you into your gown, shoes, and jewelry, not letting you see the final product just yet.

"There will never be another as darling as you, MC," Barbatos said, looking you over as he straightened your sleeves. "Truly, the Avatar of Vanity has no comparison."

You couldn't help but blush at the praise. "Barbatos..."

"Fret not, mistress," he murmured.

"I want to tell you something," you said.

"Go on," he said, touching up your lips with gloss.

"I'm grateful for you, to be in my life. You mean more to me than words can say, and I'm glad we opened up to each other," you stated.

Barbatos stopped and stared at you, thinking on your words.

"It is I who is grateful, MC. In all my many years, there's been none like you. I find myself bewitched by you, just as everyone else has been, but I also find a kinship with you. From your politeness to clean up, making tea with me, learning to bake, it all stays with me, in my heart," he said, putting his hand over his chest. "I look forward to having you around for the rest of our days."

He embraced you this time, holding you tight but not too tight as to preserve his work. Even as a demon, your scent was sweet to him, and he was flooded with the memory of the night you became an Avatar. In all his years, no creature ever stood out to him the way you did. To be near you was to love you, enough for him. Knowing you loved him too was more than satisfactory.

"Now, I believe our time is up, and there are some demons waiting for your arrival," he muttered to the top of your head, unwilling to let you go. Begrudgingly, he eventually did. He opened one more portal, and he gestured for you to go through it.

"Enjoy yourself, MC."

---

Thank you for reading <3

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[w-eons]

ur theme>>> (we matchin lol)

YES YES LOL

[romiantic]

AHHHH MIA THIS THEME IS SAUR PRETTYYY !

AAAAAAAH THANK YOU IRENE AND SO IS YOURS 🫶🏽

wait why we lowkey matchin ? sza icons + sza themes 🤭

[ixomiyu]

OMG I JUST NOTICED UR NEW THEME!! love the miko and chaewon, its sooo pretty!!!

OMANFIAH THANK U !! im matchin w my friend <33 AND I LOVE THEM 2!!! theyre my baes frfr 💓

[getonite]

Love the new theme 🫡 absolutely stunning I must say

I AM SO SORRY OMG. IDK HOW I MISSED THIS 4 THIS LONG, I HAVEN'T BEEN CHECKING MY INBOX LOL but tyyyy 🤭 me n my bsf matchin rn

[womensecretinfo]

Sibling Matching Outfits: The Fun Way to Dress Your Kids Alike

Sibling matching outfits have become a popular trend in recent years, capturing the hearts of parents and fashion enthusiasts alike. From coordinated prints to bold colors, sibling matching outfits offer a fun and stylish way to create a sense of unity among siblings. Dressing your children in matching outfits can be a fun and exciting way to create special memories and a unique sense of family style. Whether for family photos, holidays, or everyday outings, sibling matching outfits are fun and playful to showcase your family's personality and style. So, if you're ready to jump on the sibling-matching outfit trend, read on for tips and inspiration to make the most of this fun and fashionable trend! Sibling Matching Outfit Trends There are many different styles and trends in sibling matching outfits. Whether you prefer bold colors, a minimalist look, animal prints, or coordinating accessories, every family has a matching outfit style. You can create a fun and stylish look that your children will love by choosing a style that reflects your family's personality and preferences. Sibling matching outfits have become popular in recent years, with many different styles and designs. Here are some of the current trends in sibling-matching outfits: Coordinated Prints: Matching outfits with coordinated prints are a popular trend. This trend involves matching the prints or patterns of the outfits, creating a cohesive look between siblings. This can include floral patterns, stripes, or geometric designs. Minimalist Style: Minimalist styles are also a trend in sibling-matching outfits. These outfits are simple, often in neutral colors, and include minimal design elements. The minimalist style is perfect for families who prefer a subtle, understated look. Bold Colors: Bright and bold colors are another trend in sibling matching outfits. Matching outfits in vibrant colors like red, yellow, or blue can make a statement and are perfect for events like family photoshoots or weddings. Animal Prints: Animal prints are a playful and trendy option for sibling matching outfits. These can include leopard, zebra, or snake prints and are perfect for families who want a fun and unique look. Matching Accessories: Matching accessories like hats, shoes, or jewelry are a popular trend in sibling matching outfits. This trend involves coordinating accessories between siblings, creating a cohesive look from head to toe. Sporty Style: Sporty styles are a smart option for siblings who love to play and move around. These outfits can include matching tracksuits or athletic wear, perfect for a day of outdoor activities or sports. Holiday-Themed Outfits: Holiday-themed outfits are also popular for siblings. These can include matching Halloween costumes, Christmas pajamas, or Easter outfits. Holiday-themed outfits are a fun way to celebrate special occasions and create lasting memories. Tips for Sibling Matching Outfits Dressing your children in sibling matching outfits can be a fun and exciting way to create special memories and unity among siblings. By following these tips, you can make the most of this trend while still allowing each child to express their individuality. If you decide to dress your children in sibling matching outfits, several tips can help you make the most of this trend: Choose age-appropriate outfits: It is important to select appropriate outfits for your children's ages. Be mindful of your children's preferences and ages when selecting matching outfits. For instance, a tutu skirt may be cute on a younger child but not look as good on an older sibling. Consider the occasion: When dressing siblings in matching outfits, consider the occasion. If it's a formal event, choose to match elegant, sophisticated outfits. For a casual day out, opt for matching outfits that are comfortable and easy to move in. Play with color schemes: Experiment with different color schemes when choosing matching outfits. You can choose outfits with the same color or that complement each other. You can mix and match patterns, but ensure they coordinate well. Mix it up: While matching outfits are cute, giving each child some individuality is also important. Mix up the outfits by giving each child a slightly different style or adding accessories that complement each child's outfit. Comfort is key: Ensure your children are comfortable in matching outfits. Dressing your children in uncomfortable clothing can make for an unpleasant day out, especially for younger children who may fuss or refuse to wear them. Keep it simple: Less is more when it comes to matching outfits. Avoid outfits that are too over-the-top or have too many patterns or accessories. Keep the outfits simple and tasteful while reflecting each child's unique personality. Have fun with it: Sibling matching outfits can be a fun way to bond with your children and create lasting memories. Have fun with it, and let your children get involved in the selection process. Pros & Cons of Sibling Matching Outfits Sibling matching outfits have become increasingly popular in recent years, and it's easy to see why. However, like everything else, this trend has pros and cons. This article will examine some benefits and drawbacks of dressing siblings in matching outfits. While sibling matching outfits have many pros, it is also important to consider the cons before dressing your children in matching outfits. Parents should prioritize their children's comfort and individuality and allow them to choose their styles when they grow older. Ultimately, choosing to dress siblings in matching outfits is up to the individual family and what works best for them. Pros of Sibling Matching Outfits Adorable: There's no denying the fact that siblings dressed in matching outfits look adorable. The pictures you take in matching outfits will be cherished memories for years. Sense of Unity: Wearing matching outfits can help create a sense of unity among siblings. They feel like a team and can be proud of their siblings when they dress alike. Easier Shopping: When siblings wear matching outfits, it's easier for parents to shop for their children's clothes. Parents can buy their children the same outfits or similar styles, making shopping faster and easier. Special Occasions: Matching outfits are perfect for special occasions such as family photoshoots, holidays, weddings, and other special events. Budget-Friendly: When shopping for matching outfits, parents can often take advantage of bulk buying or bundle deals, making the cost more affordable. Family Bonding: Wearing matching outfits can create a sense of unity and family bonding. When siblings dress alike, they feel like they belong together, giving them a sense of togetherness. Cons of Sibling Matching Outfits Limited Individuality: Siblings wearing matching outfits may have limited opportunities to express their style. The pressure of looking alike may overshadow each child’s unique personality and style. Forced Participation: Some children may not want to wear matching outfits but feel obligated to because their siblings are. It is important to respect each child’s preferences and give them the choice of whether or not to wear matching outfits. Outgrowing Clothes: Children tend to outgrow their clothes quickly, so matching outfits may not be a practical option for families on a tight budget. Replacing matching outfits frequently can be costly and not always the best use of resources. Over-the-Top: While matching outfits can be cute and stylish, going too far with the trend can result in too matchy-matchy and even over-the-top outfits. Keeping the outfits simple and tasteful is important while reflecting each child’s individuality. Conclusion In conclusion, sibling matching outfits are a fun and adorable trend that has been popular for many years. They are a great way to show off your children and create a sense of family bonding. When selecting sibling matching outfits, it's important to consider your children's preferences and choose comfortable outfits. Don't overdo it; mix and match to create a coordinated look. Read the full article