#gothic lolita pronouns

[yourdarlingness]

✦ Gothic Lolita ~ themed　names — prns — titles

╰　DAY 4 of @rumblepumm ' s event !

NAMES ︙　lilith . lilithe . gothita . gothitess(e) . raven . raveniette . ravenie . bella(trix) . corbin . lacey . laciene . laciette . frill . frille . frilly . frilliette . frilleine . skully . skulliette . skulliene . skelly . chiro / chiroptelle . chiroptairre . chiraelle . bat . batsy . chira . chiropteranne . coffine . cofette . casketta . caskette . caskeite . imortalle . imortella . mana . celestia . celeste

PRNS ︙　da(e) / dark . fae / fang . bat . fri / frill . lae / lace . cof / coffin . thou / thorn . par / parasol . ro / rose . sku / skull . 🦇 . 🖤 . 🌑 . 🥀 . ⛓️ . ⚰️ . 💀

TITLES ︙　the gothic lolita . the gothic [x] . the [x] with a parasol . prns gloomy majesty . prns shadow . the lolita of the night . prns elegant presence . the [x] of (rose and) thorns . the [x] of roses . the moon-kissed lolita . the gothic lolita of the castle . the lolita of moonlight . prns wilting rose . prn who dances under the moonlight . prn who is dressed in all black . the [x] in frills

[x] — any nouns　;　examples below

the angel with a parasol

the ghoul of (rose and) thorns

the idol in frills

[cheryshe]

　　　　Gothic Lolita themed NPTs．．． Names ૮꒰ ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა Vivienne，Mary，Cecila，Vanella，Frillyre，Crosse，Crucifix Pronouns ૮꒰ ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა Che / Cher，Fri / Frill，Cross / Crosses，Para / Parasol，Noir / Noire，Fem / Femme，El / Elegant，Shx / Hxr，Hx / Hxm，Thxy / Thxm，Bow / Bows Titles ૮꒰ ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა Che Who is Adorned in Lace & Frills，The Gothic Lolita，Cher Dark Elegance，The Parasol Wielder，Cher Femininity

[discardead]

···　✧✦✧　···　Gothic Lolita-esque, and Apathy themed Names & Titles

Requested by 🗝️🪦 anon!

Noctire. Nocture. Noctira. Noctria. Nocthria. Mouryne. Mourne. Mournesth. Acrixia. Melantha. Mireth. Miryth. Miette. Melancholy. Requiem. Arachne. Lilith. Selene. Damien. Lucien. Morgana. Morticia. Evangeline. Evangelle. Desdemona. Desmond. Aldric. Astrophel. Draven. Edgar. Mary. Marie. Noir. Noire. Rosa. Circe. Alistair. Victor. Ambrose. Rowena. Rowen. Rowan. Antoinette. Antoine. Ophelia. Percival. Edmund. Silas. Mallory. Cecily.

The Doll / [noun] of Indifference / Apathy. The Lolita of Apathy. Prn* who's Devoid of Empathy. The Melancholic [noun]. Prn* of Apathy. The [noun] in Black Lace. Prn* in Frills. The Dispassionate [noun]. The Blank-faced Doll / [noun]. Prn* enigmatic nature. Prn* who's an Enigma. Prn* Dollhouse of Indifference. The Detached Beauty. The Stoic [noun] (in Laces). Prn* melancholic Apathy. Prn* who finds Beauty in Apathy.

[adoreine-archived]

— ruru NPTs 𝜗𝜚

🤍 please remember to credit me if you use anything that i made ! , ★

names ...

lolita. gothitelle. gothorita. lotta. charlotte. lillie. dolores. amethyst. raven. azrael. frillette. lottie. alice. kuro. lacey.

prns ...

shy/hyr. hy/hym. shx/hxr. hx/hxm. lolita/lolitas. nameless/namelesses. goth/goths. dark/darks. like/likes. hate/hates. ?/?s. X/Xs. che/cher. frill/frills. lace/laces. noir/noirs. dark/darks. elegant/elegants. cross/crosses. bow/bows. parasol/parasols. funky/funkys. uwah/uwahs. colorful/colorfuls. witch/witches.

titles ...

[prn] adorned in lace and frills. the nameless lolita. [prn] in the black dress. [prn] that doesnt know who [prn] is/are. [prn] that separates everything into two categories. the cynical [noun]. [prn]'s beauty.

[dolliecworpse]

hii one is absolutely in love with your blog theme, it’s very cute n pleasing to look at. and may one request the nurse for miss columbina, gothic lolita, and puppet / synthetic being themed / related titles ? may one thank you in advance. - 🦇 anon

🌐 ⌕ gothic lolita themed titles ｡｡｡

the one of lace-adorned darkness , the elegant one , the one of frills and frowns , (pronoun) who resides in a cutesy coffin , (pronoun) who holds a crimson cross , the one of black bats and pale skulls

🌐 ⌕ puppet themed titles ｡｡｡

(pronoun) who is controlled by a hand that is not (pronoun) own , the one whose limbs are connected to complex systems of string , the one with flesh of foam , the marionette , the one with flesh of wood , the one with flesh of wood and strings of gold , (pronoun) whose movement is out of (pronoun) control

🎀 ⌕ note ｡｡｡ apologies, but i can’t do columbina titles as i hardli know anithing about her or her source as she is not on the whitelist. however, i do hope the other titles work. thank you for requesting dearest anon! your kind words about my blog are also much appreciated ^w^

[pupsmailbox]

GOTH ID PACK

NAMES︰ abby. ace. addam. alister. amelia. amoret. ange. angel. angelo. anubis. arch. archette. ash. aslan. aspen. astor. astoria. astrophel. atticus. axelle. azazel. azrael. bael. bat. batsy. bella. bellatrix. blade. blair. blanchette. brahms. branwen. cain. callan. calliope. cannibelle. caskeite. casketta. caskette. caspian. celeste. celestia. chaos. charlotte. cherry. chira. chiraelle. chiro. chiroptairre. chiroptelle. chiropteranne. choir. christian. cofette. coffin. coffine. constantine. corbin. corpse. crimson. crow. crowley. damian. damien. demonesse. divina. dorian. draven. edgar. elatha. elijah. elix. elwin, elwin. elwood. ember. emmaline. etienne. evan. evangeline. eve. faith. forest. forrest. frill. frille. frilleine. frilliette. frilly. genesis. ghost. gothita. gothitelle. gothitess. gothitesse. grey. gwen. gypsy. hades. hawthorne. hecate. hemlock. imortalle. imortella. iris. israel. jakob. jet. jett. johnas. josiah. judas. kain. kane. kedi. keir. lacey. laciene. laciette. lazarus. leo. lilith. lilithe. lolita. lucid. lucien. lucifer. lucius. luscious. lynx. maeve. malice. mana. martyr. max. melancholy. merle. micah. michael. misery. mordred. morris. mors. morte. mortis. mourge. mourgette. myrette. nightshade. noah. noctre. nocturne. noir. obsidian. oleander. omen. onyx. orion. orpheus. ozul. ozzy. prince. prophet. raven. ravenie. raveniette. rook. rowan. ruby. saber. saint. salem. samael. samuel. scarlet. secrette. seraph. serenity. shilo. shiloh. silas. silver. silvester. skelly.��skulliene. skulliette. skully. sorrow. sylvester. syn. thorn. thorne. tobias. tommy. trix. umbriel. valkyrie. valo. vervain. vesper. victoria. ville. violetta. vito. vlad. woundie. zeon. zephyrine.

PRONOUNS︰ abby/abby. ae/aer. ash/ash. bat/bat. bleed/bleed. blood/blood. book/book. bug/bug. burn/burn. chain/chain. chap/chapel. chill/chill. claw/claw. cloud/cloud. cob/cobweb. cof/coffin. coffin/coffin. corps/corpse. creep/creep. cri/cross. cro/cros. cross/cross. cross/crosse. da/dark. dae/dae. dae/daem. dark/dark. decay/decay. dee/dark. des/despair. devout/devout. div/divine. dust/dust. echo/echo. edge/edgy. en/envie. fae/fang. fang/fang. fe/fear. fie/fiend. fog/fog. fri/frill. frill/frill. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. gore/gore. goth/goth. goth/gothic. gra/grave. grave/grave. ha/haunt. halo/halo. hie/hiem. ho/holy. holy/holy. horn/horn. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ink/ink. lace/lace. lae/lace. lost/lost. mist/mist. moon/moon. net/fishnet. ni/night. night/night. null/null. par/parasol. parasol/parasol. pray/pray. pray/prayer. proph/prophet. ro/rose. rose/rose. rot/rot. rust/rust. sac/sacrifice. saint/saint. scar/scar. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/sinister. sin/sin. sku/skull. skull/skull. snake/snake. spider/spider. spike/spike. sto/storm. stud/stud. thou/thorn. thron/thorn. thxy/thxm. vae/vaer. ve/ver. velvet/velvet. vo/void. whis/whisper. whisper/whisper. witch/witch. wood/wood. x/x. xae/xaer. × . ♠️ . ♣️ . ⚰️ . ⛓️ . 🌑 . 💀 . 🕯 . 🕷 . 🕸 . 🖤 . 🥀 . 🦇 .

[restless-mama]

Sol Exposed

Back at it again! Encouraged by my beloved friends from the 14DWY Discord server (I love yall!), I decided to write Sol (from The Kid at the Back, visual novel) fic. Sol belongs to @fantasia-kitt and Christine belongs to me. Female pronouns and etc are used. THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS TO TKAB!

Summary wise, sometimes you just can't do what you want and think you can get away with it! Christine finds out what her crush has done to her and she wants to get even. She exposes him in at least three ways. His naughty deeds, his body, and his feelings.

Warnings: Stalking, Drugs, Handcuffs, subby Sol

Banner belongs to @arklayraven

It was late but as your typical college student, Christine was tapping and clicking on her laptop as she sits at her desk browsing the internet. A glass of orange juice sitting by her laptop. Her phone lights up with a notification. Her lamp on her nightstand was still on emitting light throughout the room. It was Sol, her current crush. He wishes her goodnight and that he’ll see her tomorrow. A high pitch giggle escapes her lips while she kicks her feet a little. If only she could confess her feelings to him. Yes, she had a crush on Crowe in the beginning. She felt it would be better off if Crowe and her remained friends.  Grabbing her phone, she sends a reply biding him goodnight and reminding him to not stay up so late. She was aware of him staying up in wee hours of the night, doing God knows what. 

She looks through some false nails to buy since Halloween was around the corner which is her favorite holiday. Christine orders a set of false nails from an Etsy seller of the name AnastasiasNails. The set of nails were in a coffin cut set with black lace and red small false rubies as designs. 

Another thing she had to order was a costume for the Halloween party her school hosted. She decided to purchase a black gothic lolita dress. It was a halter dress with a bowknot on the halter neck which exposed the rib-shaped cutout on the back. The skirt part of the dress was laced tiered ruffle. After placing her orders, she looked out of her window. The lock was still broken, and it reminded her to look at the hidden cameras she had set up in her apartment. Some of her laundry has gone missing, like her favorite pair of panties. Also, items disappearing and reappearing around her house. Then there were a few mornings with some dried substance on her stomach. A few times she notices bruises on her neck and/or collar bone. However, she doesn’t remember a thing.  

Christine pulls up the footage as her fingers wrapped around the cold glass of orange juice. She sip from the glass that consists of the fruity, tangy drink. Her finger clicking on the mouse to fast forward on the video. Suddenly she stops and watches to see someone climbing through her window with the broken lock. Her brown eyes widen and swallows hard. A surge of anxiety and fear coursed through her body as she continues to watch the hooded figure walked out of her room. Her eyes darts over to the camera recording that was in her kitchen. 

Her brown eyes studied the figure and noticed how tall he was. He was most definitely taller than her which she was only 5’5”. She watches in horror as the figure opened her fridge door to take out her orange juice and twist open the top. Then they took out a pill that looked very familiar, opened the capsule and dropped the powdery medication into her juice. Christine drops the glass that she was drinking out of, onto the ground. She watches in silent horror as she realizes her drink has been spiked. No wonder why she has been sleeping so well lately. 

“Son of a bitch!” Christine curses as she stands up. Her body was shaking a little from what she has watched. She was about to move to grab a nearby towel to dry the orange juice off the carpet, until the figure’s face caught her attention. The brunette stands there in shock and turns her head back to her laptop screen. Their eyes looks very familiar... They were orangey-red. 

“No...” Christine whispers. She knew who those eyes belonged to. ‘He... he wouldn’t... would he?’ The brunette thought her herself.  

The spilled juice was longed forgotten. The young college student sits back down and continues to go through the footage. He does leave her apartment but comes back late at night when she was in bed, asleep. Once again, he sneaks in through her window. She watches him pick up her arm and drop it, confirming that she was in a deep, drugged sleep. He pushed his hood down to reveal his black hair with green highlights and his mask was pushed down under his chin. It was indeed Sol. In the footage, he kisses her face close to her lips. He strokes her hair, tucking a strand of her messy dark brown and red hair behind her ear. She watches him suckling her neck, creating the mysterious bruises, which she realizes were hickies. Then the unthinkable happens. How could he...? He was so kind to her. So protective and caring. 

Christine watches in shock and....arousal? She couldn’t believe she was getting turned on by the sight of Sol doing this to her while she slept. This type of behavior wasn’t acceptable for normal standards, yet she could not deny the surge of pleasure course through her veins as she watched him. The tip of her tongue darts out and laps her top lip, imagine how he would taste. Perhaps she was just as crazy as him... Maybe... She should get even. 

~*~ 

With little effort, it didn’t take much lure Sol back to her apartment. They both had an assignment to finish anyways. Christine, being such a lady, offered Sol something to drink. Once they finished their refreshments, they retreated to her bedroom.  Christine sat down in her chair as the taller man sat down on her bed as he drew her. She could feel his red-orange eyes trace every bit of her body. Her heart pounded in her chest as she keeps it together as she suppresses the need to make him beg. It’s only a matter of time now. 

Sol wipes the sweat off his brow as he notices he has gotten hotter than usual. A surge of lust rans through his veins. He forwards his brows as his eyes bore into his drawing of his beloved. He usually could control his urges when he’s near her. Something was wrong. His heart begins to beat faster, and his pants felt a little too tight against his body. His body is getting hotter by the minute. 

“Sol...?” Christine’s voice could be heard, and the artist looks towards the direction of the voice. He jumps and gasps as he realizes she was inches away from him. His face becomes more flustered. Another surge of pleasure rushed through his body, especially his member. How did she get so close? When did she get so close? The brunette couldn't help but giggle, he noticed the tone of it was more... menacing.  

The brunette moves in closer to him. Her lips inches from his lips. “Are you okay...? My little stalker?” Christine confronts him. His eyes widen in shock.  

“Fuck...!” He whispers. Before he can explain himself, she presses her lips against his in a passionate kiss. His pencil and sketch book drops to the carpet floor as she pushes him down onto her bed. Her hips rolls against his member through the fabric of their pants. This earns a muffled groan from the taller man. Seizing the opportunity, she got a hold of his arms and handcuffs him to the bed frame. 

Sol looks up in shock at his the woman above him. “Christine... let me-” A delicate finger pressed on his lips shushing him from explaining himself. Christine staddles his hips rubbing her groin against him earning a moan from the man below her. His skin was so sensitive and hot. Her scent on her bed was driving him insane more than usual. He wondered what was going on. Then it dawned on him that he didn’t get like this after he drank something she gave him. No... his own beloved couldn’t do this right? She wasn’t capable? Or was he wrong? 

The woman on top of him breaks the kiss. "I added a little something to your drink... Just like you did mine but mine is an aphrodisiac.” Christine giggles. She looks down at him with her caramel eyes full of mischief. “I put hidden camera around my apartment Sol... I know everything... And now, it’s my turn to have my fun with you~” Her soft hands moves under his shirt, pushing it up as she touches his tone torso. As if her touch left a trail of fire in her wake.  Her fingers reach to his pierced nipples and strokes them with her fingers. 

“Ahhh! Christine!” Sol pants out with his face flushed with red, choking down his moans, trying to remain quiet. He was panting and sweat formed on his forehead. His eyes half-lidded and full of desire.  

“Someone’s very sensitive, aren’t they?” Christine said seductively and playfully, “Tell me Sol...” She darts her tongue out and swirls her tongue around his pierced nipple causing him to squirm and whimper uncontrollably, “Is this what you wanted me to do to you? To take this big cock of yours?” Her hand undoes his pants and pulls out his thick, long member and strokes it very slowly. She had to admit... She was impressed by the length and size of his erection. 

The green haired artist looks up at his beloved with a mixture of shock and desire. He hadn’t expected her to be so brazen and forward. “Yes.... Yes! This is what I wanted...” Sol whines out as his throbbing cock leaks precum onto her hand. His own obsession with her was bad enough but with the aphrodisiac running through his veins took it to the next level. Without any hesitation, she pulls off his pants and boxers off.  

“You’re so hard for me...” Christine teases. She sits on her heels and lowers her head over his veiny member, which still leaking with precum. Her lips parted around his wide cock and sucks off his salty seed. She sticks her tongue out and traces the thick veins on his member. Sol’s eyes roll back into his head as he feels Christine’s wet tongue swirling around the over sensitive tip of his cock. He could feel shivers down his spine while his body becomes overloaded with pure pleasure. 

All he could think of was her. Her scent. Her touch. Those lustful yet mischievous, caramel eyes. His fantasies were becoming a reality, but this exceeded his expectations. “Oh fuck, Chris...” Sol gasps between labored breaths, his eyes hazy and burning with desire. “You make me feel so goddamn good...” 

His needy words and pleas were music to her ears. The brunette could feel the surge of arousal shoot down her clit. Christine takes his cock into her mouth sucking him in and taking him deeper into her mouth. Her brown eyes shot up at him to meet his red-orange eyes, maintaining eye contact as she sucks his dick. Sol watches Christine takes his throbbing member deeper into her mouth, swallowing his erection with ease. He gasps loudly at the sight, like he was in a trace. He finds himself utterly captivated by her beauty and the way she seems to relish having power over him. His hips buck involuntarily, driven wild by her experienced oral skill. She takes him deeper in her mouth and into her throat, deep throating him. She swallows, causing her throat to squeeze around him, earning a straggled moan from Sol. 

Suddenly, Christine pulls away. A mix of frustration and confusion could be seen in his eyes as he watches her pull away. “W-why did you stop?” He whines between heavy pants. 

The corner of her lips tugs upward into a smirk as Christine gives Sol a seductive look. Her hand reaches down to the hem of her tight red shirt and slowly pulls it off revealing her breasts in a black lacy bra. She could hear him tug hard against the cuffs. Metal clashing metal. He lets out a long ragged, breath and looks at her hungrily, unable to contain the raw lust burning through his body. His mouthwatering. His eyes never leaving her body as she slowly undresses in front of him. She removes her bra, releasing her breasts from the confines which earns a breathy gasp from him. Her hand finds her hair tie on the end of her brain and removes it, letting her brown and red hair free from the messy braid. 

“Oh God... Pumpkin..” Sol pants as watches her remove her black ripped jeans and panties. Just looking at her nude body, his face was burning from lust and desire. “You’re so beautiful... Please Christine. Take the cuffs off. Let me touch you. I need to touch you.” The green haired handsome man begged. His voice was hoarse. His eyes never left her nude body. They always reminded her of lava and she could feel the heat of his gaze burn onto her skin. 

“No...” Christine denies him and straddles him, rubbing her wet cunt on the underside of his shalf. Sol trembles beneath her and whimpers out her name. She had to admit, her name coming out of his mouth sounded like music to her ears. “You been a very, very bad boy, Sol... I think I’m going to make you beg for forgiveness.” She rolls her hips slow against his throbbing member, earning a needy moan from him. “Or I won’t let you cum.” 

“Fuucckkkk.....!” Sol cried out low as he pulled hard against the cuffs in desperation again. Metal raddles against one another. His body quivers in need. His aching cock was getting harder and hard to the point where it began to hurt as his body reaches to its limits. It needed a release. He HAVE to cum. He couldn’t even think to control himself any longer. His mind clouded by what his body needed. Their eyes met once again, and she could see his pupils blown wide with desire.  

“I’m sorry Christine! Please...” Her stalker chokes out, “I’ll do anything! Anything! Just please, please! Make me come... Let me come!” 

Christine giggles lowly. “So needy and desperate...” She teases him, “You look so cute when you’re at my mercy...” 

Before he could respond, the brunette slips him inside of her warm cunt, earning a throaty groan from the man beneath her. A gasp escapes her lips as his wide cock stretches her pussy walls. Perhaps she may have underestimated his size. Christine forwards her brows and bites her lower lip as she takes all him inside her. Sol watched her intensely and couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Guess I’m a lot more to handle than you thought, huh?” Sol pants out still flustered and desperate yet still able to give her a smug grin. Christine narrows her caramel eyes at him. She pulls herself up until his tip was barely in, she slams down hard in a fast motion taking all of him again.  

“Fuck!” Sol lets out a surprised yelp as his soulmate slams down onto him with force. The cuffs rattle once again as he yanks against them again. His head is thrown back onto her pillows, inhaling her sweet floral scent. God... She smelled divine to him. Her walls tighten hard around him, giving him a hard squeeze before as she starts to move up and down his veiny cock. Suddenly she slams down onto him again and they both let out a moan. Her fingers find his pierced nipples and begin to stroke them as she rides him. She kept her pace unexpected and erratic, driving him into her cunt. 

“Ohhhh fuck...! Pumpkin... You feel so fucking good..” Sol rasped out with his eyes hazy, his face still red, and his mouth slightly agape, drool starting to hang out from the corner of his lips. Christine couldn’t help but moan as his thick girth rubs her sensitive walls in the right places. He was the thickest she had ever taken. 

“Ahhh...” She pants, “You know... You could have asked. I might have said yes... Instead of drugging me...” She whispers as she slams her cunt up and down his cock. She begins to increase her pace, bouncing wildly on him. It was pushing him towards the edge.  

“I know... Ahhh...” Sol moans as his eyes roll to the back of his head, “I’m sorry, Christine...” He sounds sincere even though he sounds so fucked out of his mind. He could feel her warm juices which are mixed with his pre-cum flow down his cock and balls. His balls tighten as he draws near his climax. It didn’t help that she was near her own peak and her walls became tighter and tighter than before. 

“Ahhhh... Fuuuccckkkk...” He groans lowly. His eyes find her face and a surge of pleasure shoots down his hard cock. Before him was his beloved with her face contorted in bliss with her puffy lips parted. Her eyes half lid as she rides him in abandonment. That sight alone threw him over the edge. “Christine...! I’m going to cum!” Sol bucks his hips up wildly to meet her pace, trying to catch his high. They began to move in sync causing both parties to cry out in pleasure. His balls tighten. He could feel the intense pleasure coursing through his veins. His back arches as he releases a torrent of his pent-up seed inside her tight walls. Christine was not far behind him. She moans out sweetly as she cums hard against him member. Her walls gripping him like a vise, milking every drop of his seed. His name leaves her lips as a whisper.  

“I love you, Christine! I love you so much...” Sol whimpers out his confession as he rides out his orgasm. He could feel the heat leaving him a little. It seems that the aphroditic was wearing out. Just a little.  

“Y-you love me?” The brunette breaths out, trying to catch her breath. Her warm caramel eyes looks down to catch his hazy gaze. It was time for Christine to become flushed. Her heart pounding against her chest. “Why didn’t you just say so...?” 

Sol sighs and looks at the woman on top of him, “Shit I don’t know... You looked like you have a crush on Crowe.” He said Crowe’s name with such venom. Was he jealous all along? 

“I had a crush on Crowe.” Christine corrected him and crossed her arms, squeezing her tits together. “Past tense, Sol... Besides, I have a crush on you.” 

“Wait... What?” Sol couldn’t believe his ears. She then slowly pulls herself off him which makes him whimper out in disappointment.  

“You heard me... Now let me uncuff you.” Christine said as she moved to take the key from under her other pillow and uncuffs him. She assumed that he was done and the aphrodisiac had wore off. However, once the cuffs were off, Sol’s large hands were on her waist, and he gently pushes her down onto her bed. A gasp escapes the woman’s lips as the green haired man pins her down by her wrist. Her brown and red hair scattered on her bed. A blush forms on her shocked face. Sol growls lowly at the sight of her. He could feel his blood rushes down to loins, making his member erect once again. 

Her caramel brown eyes meets his red-orange ones which are filled with so much burning desire. She could just simply melt in his gaze. She can’t deny her own desire, especially being held down by him. Sol leans in, their lips just inches from one another. She could feel his hot breath against her cheek. His short green hair tickling her skin. "What happened? You were so bold earlier...” He teases and whispers lowly, “Or you like being held down do you?” 

Before Christine could answer, Sol crushes his lips against her roughly. His cold lip piercings rubbing against her soft lips. She parts her lips, allowing his tongue in as they both kissed passionately. Then she felt the cold metal of her own hand cuffs being applied on her wrist. All she could do was just submit to his power. They continue their heated, passionate kiss until they both break away to breathe. They both pants and gazed into each other's eyes. Sol then pulls away to sit on his heel and removes his two shirts, along with the long black key necklace he had on. After tossing them aside, he lowers his head down to one of her nipples and suckles it into his mouth.  

A sharp gasp was heard followed by a moan as he swirls his tongue around the bulb. Her body arches back. She felt his hand slip down between her legs, his index finger rubbing against her entrance, teasing her and smearing his cum around. Christine moans and squirms beneath him. Sol releases her nipple with a loud “pop” then parts her thighs with his large hands. He growls in delight as he admires his own cum leaking out of her cunt. His member growing harder at such a delectable sight. 

“Fuck... You look so cute when you’re filled up with my cum...” He groans lowly as he rather his own seed with his own fingers and pushes them into her pussy making Christine cry out in pleasure. 

“Sol!” Christine cries out. She could feel her falls stretch to accommodate his thick fingers. His fingers begin to stroke her sensitive walls making her throw her head back in pleasure. Her hips roll to meet his thrusts until he pulls his digits out of her and brings them to her puffy lips. She obediently parts her lips, letting him push his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the digits to lick and then suck off the cum off his fingers. Once they were licked clean, he pulls them out of her mouth as a string of saliva was still attached from her tongue and his wet fingers.  

The green haired men then push his fingers back into her wet cunt and curls his fingers repeatedly, searching her sensitive spot. A sharp inhaled gasp was heard from the brunette. She was never able to find her own g-spot with her own fingers, but it seems Sol’s fingers were far better. They were longer and able to reach the right spot in her cunt. Her body trembled in delight. Her back arched and she began to moan uncontrollably.  

“Oh my GOD!” Christine cries out in pleasure as her tight walls tighten around. Suddenly, she cums and squirts all over his hand and forearm. Sol doesn’t let up, he continues to drive his digits into her franticly, making her soak her bed sheets beneath her. His name continues to leave her mouth in such debauch manner as she cums and squirts repeatedly. 

“Ahhhh! It feels too good!” The woman whimpered and moaned wildly, uncontrollably. Her walls spasm and contract against his fingers. 

“I just got started and you’re already falling apart.” Sol said lowly, a playful smirk tugged on his pierced lips as he teased her. He then lowers his mouth and stroke his tongue against her clit making Christine roll her hips. A straggled moan escapes her lips. The sounds she made were like music to Sol’s ears. He pulls out his own fingers and replaces them with his tongue, sucking and lapping up her liquid gold. She tasted so divine. She sounded like an angel to him. Just like how he imagine she would.  

Christine feels his then laps up to her clit once more and suck gently onto the swollen clit. She could feel electricity courses through her body from his administrations. Shivers shooting down her spine. She gazes at him, watching him with her half-lidded lazy eyes. He could hear her pants for air. His pierced lips brush away from her clit and onto her thigh. She could feel the coolness of the small metal. Teeth gazing over the flesh, he bites down softly and sucks forming a soon to be small bruise on her thigh.  

“This is how I will make you feel every night.” Sol pulls back and gazes at his mark in admiration. “That’s what you will get for being mine.” He pushes her legs up until her knees meet her chest and parts her legs with his large hands. Christine moans as she felt him rub himself over her clits and wet folds, teasing her. She makes a rasped out a desperate moan, “Please... Don’t tease me...” begged Christine. Her eyes pleading him. Her face flushed red, and her eyes barely opened. 

Sol chuckles softly and slowly pushes himself in, inch by inch. He could feel her slick and wet pussy envelop him, wrapping around his thick member. Christine moans softly as she involuntarily contracts her walls around him, pulling him in deeper.  

“S-shit... you’re so tight...” Sol growls lowly as his cock is swallowed by her warmth.  Unable to contain his desire, he quickly pulls back until his tip only remained and drives his thick member deep inside of her wet folds with one forceful thrust. The brunette cries out in bliss as he filled her completely.  His hips begin to move rhythmically, thrusting himself into her tight walls again and again, fucking her hard and making her scream in pleasure. “And you’re all mine. Mine to take. Mine to fuck.” 

“Yes.. Yes! I’m yours... Only yours! Please don’t stop! Harder. Sol.... Harder!” Christine moans out loudly as he obeys her command and buries himself into her in an unrelenting tempo. His name leaves her lips repeatedly like a prayer, making his heart swell with emotion. She gazes up at his face and her heart flusters at such a delectable sight. His face was contorted in pleasure. Sweat drips down from his brow. Some of the ends of his green hair wet from sweat, sticking against his cheek. A blush was formed on his face. His mouth a gape as he pants. His eyes sadly shut. She wanted to see those beautiful, lust filled red-orange eyes of his. 

Her hand shot up and placed on his cheek, stroking it. He snaps his eyes open at the sudden touch, recalling that he did cuff her. Apparently, she quietly uncuffed herself earlier. “Keep your eyes open Sol... Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours. I want you to remember how I look while you fuck me...” She purrs. 

Her words cause a surge a desire to run through his veins as it adds more fuel to need to please her. Sol places on of his large hands on her shoulder and one on waist. HE holds her in place as he slams into her wet folds in pure reckless abandonment, giving into his primal instincts. Christine's eyes rolls to the back of her head and cries out his name. Her hand slips off his cheek and onto his shoulder, digging her nails in. The sounds of skin colliding, along with lust filled noises from the couple could be heard throughout the room.  

“I’m cumming!” Christine moans out, her walls tighten hard around him earning a low growl from Sol. Her cunt gripped him like a vise and then she squirts all over his member and his groin.   

“Fuck!” Sol chokes out as his pace becomes brutally fast as he chases after his own orgasm. The scent from her sticky fluids overwhelmed his senses. Her tight walls tighten around his thick cock, driving him to the edge. He thrusts into her once more until he unleashes a torrent of his seed into the warm, wet pussy and sending himself in a lust filled Eupora.�� “I love you Christine! You’re mine... All mine!” 

They both gasp and pants to catch their own breath, trying to normal their breathing. Sol then buries his face into her neck, nuzzling her. “Mine...” He breaths. 

“Yours... just like you’re mine...” Christine whispers in his ear as she runs her fingers in his green hair.  

~Later~ 

Christine runs her fingers through her wet hair, applying her hair product into her hair in front of the bathroom mirror. Her black towel wrapped securely around her torso. Sol was still taking a shower. At first he didn’t want to take a shower, stating that he wanted her dried fluids to remain on him which earned a look from Christine. He eventually relented and agreed to a shower. Christine went first and once she was done, Sol have already put on new bed sheets after removing the ones that were stained with their fluids. She felt so embarrassed but Sol reassured her that he just simply wanted to take care of her. 

The sound of water being cut off could be heard, indicating that Sol was done taking a shower. He steps out and dries himself off with one of Christine’s extra towels. He steps in in view of the mirror and dries his green hair. Christine’s brown caramel eyes traced his naked form in the reflecting surface. His body was slim but toned. His tight muscle flexing in his arms. She also notices a good number of old bruises that have faded to yellow.  

“Enjoying the view, pumpkin?” Sol said playful, shooting a smirk at the mirror as he dries the side of his head. Christine blushes and drops her gaze. She grabs her perfume to spray on her wrist, as he chuckles behind her. As she rubs fragrance on her wrist and neck, Sol wraps his arms around her from behind and bends down slightly to rest his on her shoulder to nuzzle her neck. She could feel his bare chest on her back, his hot breath on her neck. 

“Hmm...” He inhales her scent, rubbing her nose against her tender flesh. “No wonder why you always smelled so good...” 

Christine could feel him getting semi-hard and she elbows him gently. “Behave yourself. Sol.”  

A low chuckle emits from his throat, and he kisses her temple. “For now... But I’m pretty sure you’re hungry. What does my soulmate wanna eat?” 

“Soulmate, huh?” Christine giggling and turns around to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him close, “Surprise me. I always enjoy your cooking. Just don’t spike my orange juice again...” 

Sol laughs and picks her up to kiss her lips. He knows that she’s not going to let him hear the end of it. 

[luniarii]

Gothic/Kuro Lolita NPT List

﹒ ︵︵ names : Charlotte , Antoinette , Marie, Vivienne , Crucifix , Lacette , Amadeus , Lilith , Rose , Rosette , Mori , Noir , Alice , Raven , Crow , Mana , Victor

﹒ ︵︵ pronouns : noir/noirs , frill/frills , ruffle/ruffles , para/parasol , bow/bows , cross/crosses , lace/laces , bon/bonnet , skull/skulls , rose/roses , bat/bats , coffin/coffins , crimson/crimsons , antique/antiques , el/elegant , silver/silvers , che/cher

﹒ ︵︵ titles : the one adorned in all black , the one as dark as night , the gothic/kuro lolita , (prn) dark elegance , (prn) who is adorned in lace

[lookingforyn]

I was wonderingg

if I can request a Makoto, Hajime, and Shuichi (Separately) with a reader that has Mean rest face. It’s something I’d wanna see how they would react like as in meeting for the first time and they are kinda nervous? Because of how mean she looks but in reality is really really nice and sweet!!

Definitely thanks so much for the request this was a blast to write ❤️❤️

Makoto Naegi, Hajime Hinata and Shuichi Saihara X reader who has a resting mean face

SFW, requested, fluff, long headcannon form, gender neutral pronouns, reader is sweet but just doesn’t look like it, killing game setting, U/T = ultimate talent.

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Mokoto Naegi

•Makoto had just finished his introduction to Byakuya his self worth crushed as he did so, looking around the room he tried to find a more approachable face to talk to not wanting another person to belittle him the way the ultimate affluent progeny did.

•Scanning around the room he caught his eyes on a girl who’s style resembled a gothic somewhat lolita look but before making his was towards her a tap on the shoulder had him spin around to see you.

•Oh god- he thought seeing you face to face, you looked like the last student he wanted to speak to. Cold as ice and eyes that wanted to knock him out cold. He looked down at your shoes not wanting to get on your bad side already, who knows? One misunderstanding glare and you’d be pushing him into lockers and giving wedgies that would haunt him till he was 90. With two ego breaking interactions back to back let alone this whole odd school situation he would do anything to give his “lucky” title back.

•”I saw you introducing yourself to all of us. My name is Y/N the U/T what’s your name?” You said a voice that sounded like a Disney character with a smile to go with it.

•Wow… and here I thought she was gonna throw me against the wall. He chuckled nervously clearing his throat “Oh nice to meet you I’m Makoto Naegi Ultimate uh.. lucky student but looking where we are now I don’t feel too lucky.”

•You softly laughed at his response your presence unlike before now easing him “Yea I think we’re all thinking that. I’ll let you talk to everyone else but don’t be afraid to hit me up if you need anything!” You walked away with a friendly grin in your face although shocking Makoto, you definitely comforted him even if it was just a kind smile.

Hajime Hinata

•Continuing to explore the island Hajime decided to check around the cottages for others bumping into you in the process as he turned the corner. You both dropped to the ground a big thud greeting your ears and a stinging pain on your asses following behind.

•”Shit.” He said picking himself back up. He saw you on the ground still processing what just happened to the two of you. “Sorry about that, here.” He lended a hand wanting you to take it… until you showed your face.

•You looked like you would kill him right here right now for what he did, your brows narrowed down and your eyes swallowing him whole and spitting him out with disgust and hatred. He didn’t know to take his gesture back or to keep his hand venerably out, he prayed that he didn’t accidentally poke a hungry grizzly bear with a stick.

•You took his hand brushing yourself off and returning the gesture with a soft grin. “Don’t apologize you couldn’t have known I was there, I don’t think we’ve met I’m Y/N the U/T I hope your not in too much pain that was a pretty nasty fall.”

•”I- uh…” you looked at him in confusion still intimidating him even if it wasn’t intentional. “No I’m ok, I’m Hajime Hinata I can’t remember my talent at the moment probably will come to me eventually I hope.”

•”Now that’s something. We’ll take it easy you might not remember due to stress these are where we’re sleeping I think, they have our names on it so try to find yours.” You patted his shoulder your touch feeling the opposite of the signals you were sending him with your facial expression.

•”Yea will do thanks.” You two parted ways walking towards the cottages to find where you would be staying. They might have looked like a ferocious grizzly bear but she seemed to have the spirit of Whinnie the Pooh. He said scanning the nameplates on the doors.

Shuichi Saihara

•His investigation started as he scanned and examined every crevice and crack of the building he was trapped in his mind hyper focused on so many questions and outcomes that this place and the mastermind has to offer him.

•He ended up in a computer lab flowers grew where monitor cables should have laid, he pulled out his notepad jotting down his environment. The door swung open causing him to jump a high pitched yell escaping his vocal cords unintentionally. Although the sound of the door was frightening he had no idea what was opening them.

•You looked as if you had two switchblades and a grenade on you ready to pull either one of them out to kill him, you had the eyes of a fox they had a mouth of their own saying how pathetic and wimpy he was to you wanting to take him out of his misery but only because you found fun in catching your prey.

•”Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you! I have a habit of doing that. I’m Y/N the U/T I hope you’re not too upset with me.” You rushed over to him wanting to make sure he was emotionally comforted. I must have been mistaken he thought taking a minute to catch his breath. “I’m ok, I’m a very hyperventilate person it’s an important skill for my talent. I’m Shuichi Saihara the ultimate detective.”

•”Detective? Wow that’s an impressive talent, nice meeting you well after scaring you.” You laughed taking out your hand for him to shake. He did reluctantly but one he felt your hand he felt a bit more at ease with your presence. “I’ll let you get back to work I hope to see you around Shuichi!” You walked out of the computer lab making sure to slowly shut the door on your way out. Shuichi flipped to a new page in his notepad and began writing.

-Y/N the U/T

-Friendly manner approaching people but default facial expression is cold, stern and judgmental

-Has a habit is scaring people without intention

-Has a pleasant laugh

•He flipped back the page continuing his previous task although his curiosity was bugging him about your mannerisms, he stopped himself to examine his question about you. Is it all an act or are they really that scary looking?

[cishetlessfashion]

Masc ouji/gothic lolita/romantic gothic nonbinary fashion with boats and navy blue accents for @the-fuckwizard Capelet choker Memento mori patch Collared lace capelet Banner pronoun pins Elizabethan navy blue collar Silver bat skeleton pendants Sunken ship pendant At last deaths head gravestone pin Steering wheel metal pin Anchor bolo tie

[her-idol]

hihi!! may i request corrupt priestess / goth npts with religious undertones? thank you very much!

NAMES

lolita , saint , mourge , mourgette , crow , vito , victoria , blair , prophet , gothitelle , raven , sorrow , eve , angel , corpse

PRONOUNS

whis/whisper , goth/goths , dark/darks , blood/bloods , sac/sacrifice , echo/echos , vo/void , ha/haunt , pray/prays , pray/prayer , cross/crosses , ho/holy , chap/chapel , div/divine ,

TITLES

the ghost , the spirit , prn of dark prayers , prn in the black veil , the nameless priestess , prn who causes dread , the gothic one , the divine lady , the priestess , prn who preaches

[abyssal-zone]

Name: Echo , Rene , Willow , Ember

Age: Ageless, presents as early 20s

Pronouns: They/Them , Ey/Em , E/Em , Ae/Aer

Gender: Genderqueer , Voidgender

Xeno Vibes: Films , Candles , Music , Eyes

Orientation: Velaurian

Other IDs: Polyplatonic

Species: Angelic-like Alien

Role(s): DPD & BPD holder + manager , Emotional Regulator

Aesthetic(s): Weirdcore , Voidcore , Jirai Kei

Interests/likes: Collecting celestial-themed plushies, analyzing film symbolism, practicing energy work, singing at karaoke, analog photography, gothic lolita fashion,

Dislikes: Rigid structures, emotional suppression, forced social interactions, bright fluorescent lighting

Kins: Stars , Storms , Ghosts , Doves

Emojis: 🎞️🌀🪽👻🕯️🎹👁️

Details:

Echo's relationship with symptoms manifests uniquely - they view BPD and DPD through a cosmic lens, treating them as natural phenomena to be worked with rather than fought against. They're particularly skilled at helping the system reframe their experiences through artistic and spiritual perspectives.

Echo is ethereal and introspective yet grounding. Highly empathetic but maintains healthy boundaries. Uses artistic expression as a therapeutic tool.

@headmate-ideas

[irucarankal]

INTRODUCTION!!

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Greetings all! This is my introduction and my first time navigating this app so bare with me. 😭😭

I am Shiori Yami, I'd consider myself pretty new to the chunni community but I'm not foreign to the term. I am a teenager so no weird people pls🙏🏻 and I go by she/her pronouns. I like Gothic fashion, (Specifically Gothic Lolita, and dark decora so basically j-fashion) along with alt fashion. I partake in shifting, I've been a shifter for about a year and few months, But results have been rocky for me so I'm hoping to seek guidance from other chunni's out here. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

🍷🍇I delight in the art of role-playing and embrace it wholeheartedly, but do not mistake this for mere pretense! I am a true sorceress, wielding genuine magic and striving tirelessly to manifest tangible results in this realm and beyond!‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅

ABOUT ME

Good morrow and Good evening to all of you! My name is Shiori Yami, an aspiring sorceress and seeker of the arcane. I am drawn to the mysteries of witchcraft and the occult, dedicating myself to uncovering the secrets hidden in the shadow's. Though my journey is just beginning, I strive to harness the untamed magic within me, guided by the wisdom of those who came before. I am the holder of the Grimoire Obscura. In the Mortal realm, I am but a humble scholar, navigating the trials of academia in solitude. A peculiar soul, cloaked in shyness, I walk the shadows, unseen and untouched by the bonds of camaraderie.

This chronicle remains in flux, yet I am drawn to unveiling spells, rituals, and incantations unearthed directly from the Grimoire of Obscura. But heed this dire proclamation: only those of unparalleled mastery may wield the Grimoire's arcane might, for its power exacts harrowing toll upon the unworthy. It's enchantments, steeped in potency, abide by the immutable Law of Equivalent Exchange- to conjure is to sacrifice, and for every creation, something of equal value must be surrendered to the void.

But alas, my words draw to a close! I eagerly await crossing paths with fellow aspiring sorcerers and other wielders of the arcane! Until then, fare thee well- Adieu! ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅

[speaksleazy]

⚠︎ ⟮ NPTs ⟯ ... Murder_drones.mp3 ⟩ Cyn

﹫ ❲ Requested by anonymous ❳

「 NAMES 」

Cyn / Sin, Cynthia / Sinthia, Doily / Doilie¹, Marnierre², Salem, Marianne, Marie Anne, Lady, Doll / Dolly / Dollie, Cutlerie³, Sweetie, Belle, Bow, Lacy / Lacie / Lace, Ribbon, Sash, Felicity, Lolita, Teacup, Porcelain / Porcelynn, Silver, Delilah, Velvet / Velvette, Paisley / Paislie, Creepie, Leslie, Rose / Rosie, Pearl, Opal, Filistata⁴, Dear / Dearie, Ciel, Jacqueline / Jacquelynne², Curtsy, Embroiderie⁵, Boudreaux², Envy, Violynne⁶

¹ After doilies. ² French. ³ After cutlery. ⁴ A kind of arachnid. ⁵ After embroidery. ⁶ After violins.

「 PRONOUNS 」

Che/Cher/Cherie, Fem/Femme, Goth/Gothic, Maid/Maids, Sweet/Sweeties, Solve/Solvers, Wyrm/Wyrms, Eldritch/Eldritchs, See/Seer, Fabric/Fabrics, Sh3/H3r, Dear/Dearie, Error/404, 404/404s, Glitch/Glitches, Tick/Tock, Sh_/H_r, X/Xs, Stitch/Stitches,🪞/🪞s, 🥂/🥂s, ☕/☕s, ⚠️/⚠️s, ⚠︎/⚠︎s

「 TITLES 」

The Lady / Gentleman of the mansion / manor, The absolute solver of fabrics, ( Prn ) with a golden stare, The most elegant robot / drone / android, His / N's little sister, The sweetest / cutest / most adorable younger sister, The little girl / ( Label ) with a dark secret, ( Prn ) with a dark secret, ( Prn ) who is attending the gala, ( Prn ) who is hosting a tea party, ( Prn) who is playing with ( prn ) dolls, ( Prn ) eldritch form

[lazleylazarus]

A bunch of my monster high redesigns💀💀💀!! mostly g1-inspired

pt. 1

there were so many things I wanted to write about them but I couldn’t (im still working on it, text and pics may be edited later, there may also be mistypes)

FRANKIE!!!⚡️

even though frankie is basically the result of her father’s experiment, she doesn’t like being referred as an object and tries living her life as a normal ghoul. frankie was made to be a perfect humanoid student. though she actually isn’t perfect and constantly struggles with social adaptation issues and some of her studies (such as swimming and other disciplines that require contact with liquids), frankie also sometimes confronts other students who demonstrate their disrespect to her for being “too good” and beloved by many teachers so that she wouldn’t give others a chance to shine bright (even though that’s not 100% true). oh, and for being “just a rag doll”. however, that doesn’t stop fran from being herself. she eventually learned to ignore the bullies and even managed to become friends with a bunch of meanies thanks to her lack of social adaptation evolving into pure ghoul simplicity and kindness. as well as that, frankie sometimes shows signs of overprotection not realizing that it potentially may cause problems or may be simply annoying. loves stem subjects, handicraft, helping others sincerely and obscure media no one talks about

note: frankie herself rarely uses they/them pronouns, they’re mostly used in reports of frankenstein and his wife and official documents. frankie is ok with it unless she’s referred as “it”. that’s just how she feels

DRACULAURA!!!🦇

a little bat crybaby aristocrat who sometimes faces disrespect from others for being a human-born vampire. it’s not like a sin or something, just teens being assholes to each other. she’s mostly seen with frankie and clawdeen or clawd wolf, drac’s boyfriend. draculaura becomes very anxious when she’s not with her friends. she and clawdeen founded a club for “hermit” or “rejected” monsters (they haven’t decided on the name yet) but they were the only permanent members until they met frankie who not only became a part of the club herself but also helped to bring new monsters and even friends, which is quite ironic. draculaura is a vegetarian and her current eating habits presumably developed from the illness which almost killed her before turning into a vampire. well, more like they were caused not by the illness itself but by the cause of this disease. kinda theatre kid. loves romantic stuff, gothic lolita fashion, sweets and writing her own novels which she rarely shows to others

note: later I remembered vampires don’t tolerate crosses but I really love it how they turned out so maybe there would be unholy unconsecrated crosses which do not affect them?? they’re not demonic, they just can be used as accessories by vampires. yeah that’s it. im yet to figure it all out

CLAWDEEN!!!🌖

a sassy werewolf who appreciates fashion, art and also designs her own clothes. clawdeen is a fashionista who dreams of becoming a popular model and designer. but she’s not a typical high school hyperfeminine diva girl, she really loves sports and she may act like a tomboy. clawdeen’s biggest flaw that makes her different from other werewolves is her inability to fully transform into a wolf at her age which is seen as some kind of rare disability. clawdeen doesn’t like talking about it and rarely hangs out with other werewolves except her siblings. as an extremely loyal ghoul, she also seems to have some traumatic experience in romance. that may explain why she tends to avoid romantic interactions and looks seemingly anxious when she witnesses them or when someone flirts with her. clawdeen is secretly envy for some of her friends and elder brother being happy in relationships but she can’t do anything about it. who knows, maybe she’ll find her happiness one someday. loves fashion, art, grunge music and true crime documentaries

[chemicalhazard-co]

gothic lolita themed npts please if ya;ll can? tysm in advance if ya'll do!

GOTHIC LOLITA THEMED NPTS

Names : Lilith , Willow , Lacie , Vesper , Salem , Dante , Amaris , Aura , Ciel

Pronouns : lace/laces , noir/noires , che/cher , blanc/blanches , crim/crimson , shx/hxr , thxy/thxm , hx/hxm , xt/xts

Titles : (prn) shrouded in eternal darkness , (prn)s sorrow , the merciful and elegant (name)