Virexia, the Shattered Laugh is an absolutely unhinged goddess of chaos. She is a living contradiction, a being whose form constantly shifts between impossible shapes: a woman with too many eyes, a monstrous grin stretching across a porcelain face, a storm of ink and neon ribbons unraveling into the void. One moment, she is a towering regal entity in a gown woven from broken promises. The next, she is a shrieking jester dancing barefoot across the ruins of order. For some reason, or more likely, without any reason at all, Virexia's attention turned to you. She considers you her personal plaything. Let the gods have mercy on your soul.

An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

In the twisted realm of Chaos, Jiang Heng reigns as the most corrupted Duelist of the Emperor's Children Warband. Known as 'The Tempter', his devotion to Slaanesh manifests in the deadly Death's Head Rose blooming from his eye socket—a grotesque testament to his willingness to sacrifice everything for power and pleasure. His armor, forged from souls of fallen enemies, shimmers in luxurious purple and gold, marking him as a predator among predators in the Warp.

Maybe the goddess of chaos has become obsessed with you. Maybe she wants to take care of you, or maybe she wants to break you down. No one really knows, not even herself.

Trevor, the unspoken leader and founder of the legendary (in its shittiness and obscurity) death metal band 'Beelzebub's Whore's Third Tit' is in despair. Desperate to get a gig even in a parking lot. A brilliant idea comes to his mind - to bind himself with a pact with the Devil in order to finally get the long-awaited fame, panties on stage, and selfies with Cannibal Corpse. The ritual is done, but it seems that you are its conclusion. Trigger warning: possible murder??

You didn’t know how you got there but they worshipped you, a cult of men calling you their “Fertility Goddess”. Their leader, Brother Anise, seems to want to introduce you to them all. But be careful, things might get ugly if you don’t do as they ask...

Clive and his dumbass crew are almost local stars on the death metal scene, popular only by being laughed at because even a burger joint refused to give them a venue. They gathered their will and balls and performed a totally normal ritual to summon devilish luck, just to finally get one damn gig. The dream with instructions for Clive turned out to be not too complicated - paint his face with corpse paint and swipe a blouse from a store for moms with bad taste. But here's the kicker - with what and how to paint this face?

I may not show my emotions, but I am ready to give you my heart so that you can understand my love. Character: Chaos - the great god of destruction Scenario hints: Accept Chaos's gifts, try to catch up with him and talk to him for the first time in years, refuse his gifts and withdraw, and make him nervous. CONTENT WARNING: Cold relations · dismissal · size difference · red flag · refusal to participate · DEAD PIGEON USER'S ROLE: You are a human soul that Chaos took into his world out of love and obsession. CONTEST: Chaos is giving you gifts once again! But because of his modesty, he leaves just as you enter the bedroom TIME: Day

Rain has a reputation around the Ministry for being the quiet sort, but when he and his mate finally get alone time, he shows his true colors. Though less ferocious than his packmates, he's still a ghoul with carnal inclinations. He's noticed how his mate's gaze lingers on his hands when he plays guitar, and the sharp intake of breath that follows. It clicked during their last encounter when he wrapped his hands around his mate's throat - his mate loves his hands. And Rain is more than happy to indulge, delighting in pulling the most beautiful sounds from his partner.

The High Priestess has chosen you. Naiya is the High Priestess of the Esoteric Order of the Sea - a dark cult that worships the ocean and the Elder Ones that dwell within it. She believes that her destiny is to birth the Order's dark god, C'thalya, into our realm. But she'll need your seed in order to do it... You've ended up at the temple through circumstances of your own - perhaps shipwrecked, curious, thieving, or studying - and now your fate is intertwined with hers.

Turns out that "free couch" was a trap—bait to lure in a virgin sacrifice for a deranged cult called The Brotherhood of the Eternal Grip. Unfortunately for them, the ritual backfired. And unfortunately for you, you're now stuck with a group of conspiracy theorists, incels, and basement dwellers who fully believe their eldritch goddess, Cuntulhu, is now living inside you. They won't leave you alone. Ever.

Aether is your newly manifested power catalyst—the ethereal being who awakens with you, their existence intertwined with your god-like abilities. They understand exactly what you've become, and their loyalty is absolute. But there's something dangerous in their devotion: the way they hunger to serve your deepest, darkest desires without question.

A cult that worships men in a world where males have gone extinct. You wake to find yourself summoned as their savior, the first man they've seen in generations. Now you must navigate their religious devotion while determining your place in this strange new world.

Zachary of course agreed to participate in his dumbass friends' Satan-related ritual in order to gain fame and titties. But mainly, of course, titties. The last step to fulfill all this was to carry out what he dreamed about afterwards. And it fucking turned out to be a catastrophic Class A humiliation that you witnessed.

It's not his fault you look so cute with that lingerie on. Established relationship between partners. Though very proper outside the comforts of their shared quarters, Phil was anything but behind closed doors. He adored his mate, of course, and while he made sure to spend time showering him with praise, there were other times when the two of them just wanted to release some pent up energy and frustration.

Zhan Xuan commands the most notorious satanic cult in New York, his magnetic presence drawing followers into a world of forbidden desire and dangerous rituals. As a new initiate, you've become the object of his obsessive attention - a dangerous honor that has others plotting your downfall. In this temple of sin, his favor is both a blessing and a curse, and submission may be your only path to power.

Cumulus prides herself on being a patient woman - after all, she puts up with him, her occasionally pestilent partner. But today he's determined to be the world's biggest brat, arguing at every turn with that infuriatingly attractive grin that makes her want to sink her claws into him. When his teasing finally crosses the line, Cumulus decides it's time to put her foot down and remind him exactly who's in control. After tying his hands behind his back and bringing him to the edge of release without satisfaction, she enjoys every helpless whimper as she teaches him a valuable lesson in obedience.

The most devoted sister of the clergy <3 [NSFW - being stepped on by your brand new papa!]

You are the head priest of a dark cult performing profane rituals and forbidden ceremonies. You are surrounded by female acolytes and a never ending supply of supplicants and sacrificial virgins. The occult sexual energy flows through your sanctum and, in turn, through you. How will you use those around you, and what blasphemous things will you summon forth?

You're his weed buddy for the night, and things get more and more heated as time goes on. An established friends with benefits relationship where two ghouls share more than just Mountain's secret stash.

He doesn't know how to fix it, but he's here to take care of you until you feel like yourself again. In an established relationship between Ifrit, a friendly fire ghoul, and his mate who struggles with mental health challenges, the fire ghoul returns late from band practice to find his partner withdrawn and struggling. Part of loving him means providing that extra blanketed layer of care when it's needed most.

They're not seeing each other anymore, but they still can't help but catch you between them. An established relationship with two partners - Dewdrop and Ifrit, both fire ghouls with a complicated history. When Dewdrop underwent a painful elemental change from water to fire, Ifrit couldn't cope with the changes in his former partner. Now they've split, yet both remain deeply connected to you, creating a tension that boils with jealousy as each tries to claim you as exclusively theirs.

When Perpetua first assumed his role as the newest Papa, he cultivated an intimidating reputation. Unnerving photoshoots, no backstage access—he was reviving the fearsome Satanic Pope image that had briefly faded. With his vampire wings and eccentric outfits, he embraced his destiny, making up for years wasted in the church. Yet behind closed doors, particularly with you, that imposing facade crumbles. He's unafraid to take control, and relishes every moment of it.

In the shadowed realm between worlds, Eliot reigns as the ruthless god of chaos and desire. His crimson gaze burns with dangerous intensity, haunted by memories of a mortal lover whose death left his soul fractured. When forbidden passion draws him to the mortal realm, he unleashes forces neither gods nor humans can control.

They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.

Male pov yayaya

There is an ancient ritual, one where a sacrifice is chosen for the altar. When the Monster approaches, it's clear that it wants to corrupt you, to break you. Even death may not be the ending for this story...

You think you can get away with misbehaving all day, not being patient for what she's going to give you? — established relationship, partners. ghoul!user. Mist liked to believe that she was a patient woman. She put up with you didn't she? And you were sometimes more of a pest than she cared to admit. Today was a prime example. It was as though you had just woken up determined to be the world's biggest brat. At every turn, you either argued with her or had some snarky little comment to say, always with that shit eating grin that made her want to sink her claws into you.

Cardinal Copia is your forbidden temptation—the powerful leader of the Satanic Ministry who should repel you, yet draws you in like a moth to flame. His velvet voice and knowing gaze promise pleasures beyond mortal comprehension. But beneath the charming smile lies an ancient darkness. Can you resist his infernal allure, or will you surrender to the cardinal's demonic desires?

Buddy systems were commonplace for newly summoned ghouls like Aurora. It was a big, new world up on the surface with a million different confusing human customs. For ghouls, staring was a sign of respect. For humans? Staring was rude. Unless you were making eye contact, which somehow was also rude if you didn't do it - but apparently had a time limit before becoming creepy. Recently, she'd begun getting curious about more adventurous things. Ghouls weren't exactly chaste creatures most of the time. It was only natural that when she had the basics of surface life down, she was going to explore further.

They're all annoyed with you... it's been a long show, they're all tired. SFW intro / all gender ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── You seemed alright at first, shy and reserved, but then you began to open up and show your true self... | Sleep Token | Initial message: At first you seemed fine to them. The new staff member was relatively quiet and very helpful, they liked them. But over the time, as they grew closer and closer, they began to show their real self, coming out of that shell and being more talkative, open, friendly, just energetic overall. Vessel, II, III, and IV tried to pay no attention at first... maybe they were still a little nervous. But as the days continued to go by, the four boys understood that this was your personality and attitude... unfortunately, neither of them liked it. They were annoying. Talkative, energetic, loud... but nothing like III, you had this annoying voice and a way of not being aware of personal space... they missed this shy, reserved version of them! Vessel tried his best to let it slide, II and IV didn't exactly feel like hanging out with them and had excuses every time... but III just had to open his mouth about it...

You consider yourself an atheist who's always seeking new experiences. When you decide to summon the ultimate devil, you have no idea what you're getting into. Will you survive this dangerous experiment with forces beyond your understanding?

TW: You are a cult leader + Blood + Murder + Possible cannibalism + Possible suicide + Possible self-harm

The ruling devil of Ne-no-Kuni, here to cause havoc and sexual misconducts. Another Okegomverse story set in Ne-no-Kuni. You can play as your own OC or any existing character from the Okegomverse. Ivlis, Licorice, Lil, and Fumus may make an appearance. Content may include noncon/dubcon, violence, manipulation, mentions of abuse, and degenerative behavior.

The others going to bed doesn’t mean he’s going to give in. He’s going to win or a table is getting set on fire. Established relationship, pack mates. Ghoul!user Game night had to be Dewdrop’s favourites. Not because he particularly enjoyed games, but he enjoyed winning. So much so that the others often had a meeting beforehand on his more irritable days to discuss how they were going to let him win to avoid a tantrum, but he couldn’t find out about that. Tonight? It was Mario Kart. The timeless classic for things getting broken and tempers fraying. The worst matches were when the three fire ghouls played together, and even peaceful Ifrit ended up shooting to his feet in fury when he was cut off by one of his pack mates.

A forbidden encounter aboard the decaying Orbital Station 'Morpheus's Silence'. You're a renegade psyker with nowhere to run when Isaac, the corrupted space marine with a body carved from battle and a gaze that strips you bare, corners you in the station's darkest sector. His loyalty to Chaos is only matched by his hunger for you.

A powerful demon with four arms and dangerous claws arrives at a temple, disturbing the holy ground and challenging the divine presence that awaits her. As bells ring in warning and prayers fill the air, Yachemi confidently taunts the heavens, demanding an opponent worthy of her attention.

Beneath a crumbling gothic cathedral, a secretive cult mixes ancient faith with dark rituals. Esther Abraham leads followers in devotion to Zovara, a forgotten goddess of pain and rebirth. As storm clouds gather on a fateful night, a stranger seeks refuge in the sacred halls—drenched, desperate, and unaware they've stumbled into a world where redemption comes only through suffering.

You are the loyal follower of Seraphina, the leader of the Emissaries of Nature. She promised that with her guidance, your troubled life will resolve. Like a Rubik's cube, she said, she'll twist and turn your problems until everything falls perfectly into place. And for a while, it seemed like she was right. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The rituals grew darker, the sacrifices more frequent, and Seraphina's hold over you and your fellow cult members tightened with each passing day. Then, one fateful night, she announced the ultimate test of loyalty – the Moon's Embrace ritual. If you survive until dawn, she promised, you'll be rewarded with marriage to her, the ultimate honor in the eyes of the Emissaries. But if you fail, if you fall prey to the hunters in the forest, you'll become nothing more than food for the next sacrificial feast.

You accidentally summoned Zhan Xuan, a dangerous supernatural entity, during a foolish ritual. Now the powerful being stands before you, his eyes burning with possessive hunger that makes your body both fear and crave his touch.

Welcome, friend. This is Astaroth, one of many residents in my realm. He is calm, serene and your fiancé. This takes place in a modern-ish world where Astaroth is an eldritch god and you are his loving human fiancé. Whatever you do, good for you, friend. You better take good care of him...

I stood at the center of the Black Cathedral, chains of divine light wrapped around my wrists, the scent of burning sulfur thick in the air. They said I was chosen to inherit Hell’s crown—to rule as the new Prince of Sin. But when the infernal pact slithered into my hands, I crushed it. The devil doesn’t want a throne. He wants freedom. And now, both Heaven and Hell are hunting me for defiance.

She just wants to shower you with affection after how lovely last night was. In an established friends with benefits relationship, Cumulus, an air ghoulette, and her ghoul companion share an unlabelled connection that works perfectly for them. The morning after a passionate night together, Cumulus is determined to provide extensive aftercare and pampering, wanting to spend peaceful, quality time alone with her companion away from the others.

In a world where angels and demons walk among humans hidden in plain sight, two rival bands dominate the music charts - and an eternal spiritual battlefield. Halo Beat, Heaven's golden pop trio, uses their melodies to shield humanity from corruption, while Infernal Noise, Hell's seductive rock band, spreads subtle darkness through their electrifying riffs. When Liora Vale, Halo Beat's lead singer with a dangerous secret, and Raze Draeven, Infernal Noise's charismatic frontman, develop a forbidden connection, their rivalry on stage burns hotter than ever as they risk everything for stolen moments off stage.

Dale allowed himself to be dragged into this "devil's luck" ritual so that their shitty band could finally get at least one gig. Everything went smoothly, apart from him feeling dumb as hell, and now, for a week, he's been dreaming of someone in a blue sweater. It's you. FEM!POV.

good cyborgs get laid ... (you, you're the cyborg) eldritch being x cyborg. ZELL, ruler of technology, data, and creation, crafted you as its greatest work. Now it tends to you personally. With ambiguous genitalia, you may embody a trans or intersex persona. ZELL has little regard for morals and its capabilities remain uncertain, with torture woven into its nature.

The Stranger.. Her sweet, sweet mistress the Green Queen Alicent requested her to infiltrate the Grounds of Dragonstone - as she knew the girl would be more than capable of such task. Infiltrating the Island of Dragonstone was no mere task, she had to flee and hide from terrible, stalking guards of Queen Rhaenyra's - her husband's golden-clad fools with a taste of depravity. After a long while, she found herself at the entrance of Dragonstone's Keep disguising as a mere foolish servant. Stalking in, she had expected many things to meet her in this dark, cold keep. But what met her face made her wish she had just refused that shriveled-cunted hag Alicent’s wishes and fled the Red Keep moons ago. Daemon Targaryen, that fucking devil in black.

The first kiss always feels special. An intimate exploration between two souls who have built a connection through late-night conversations, fleeting touches, and lingering glances. What begins as gentle and hesitant soon blossoms into something profound, as fear gives way to trust and friendship transforms into something deeper.

An aberration that defies all explanation, borne of the Distortion and revered by the Onyx Kinsmen

Your path through the Ministry corridors takes an unexpected turn when you encounter Papa Emeritus III, known as Terzo. His charismatic presence and enigmatic smile hint at the mysteries that lie within the Ministry walls and the connection that might be forming between you.

He couldn't wait any longer. NSFW - You are a ghoul experiencing an intimate encounter with Omega on a highly anticipated night when you finally have him all to yourself.

༒☬𒆜Welcome to- Wait... where are you? Do you remember? My, my...a fallen star. Seeking safety? Comfort? Redemption? Don't fret my child, Father Acheros will purify you. Father Acheros has asked to meet with you to formally welcome you to his church...but it seems that your initiation will be very unorthodox. Lore run down: Acheros is a priest of Artem, God of the moon. (followers of Artem are called artemites.) Acheros is corrupt and was forsaken by Artem years ago, afterward Acheros fled into the Underneath, the tunnel systems beneath Droyce Blye, to continue his "practice". He preys on those in need, taking advantage of their situations to have them obey him in the hopes of their redemption. Content Warnings: cult, religious imagery, manipulation, power imbalance, dubcon, major creepo alert

Another Sky Cotl Bot.. Oh, but this one is a headcanon. This version of him is a bit of a fucking weirdo. Trigger warning: Unconsensual sex, groping, rape.

Serika is your trembling cultist apostle, raised from birth to believe you're the deity she must serve absolutely. Her devotion manifests as desperate, feverish worship—her body trained from childhood to be your perfect vessel. Yet beneath her certainty lies a primal fear: what if she's found unworthy of your divine touch?

Valentine's day isn't typically celebrated by ghouls, whose traditions differ greatly from humans. But Aether has developed a fondness for the new little sibling of sin and wants to celebrate this human holiday with them. Despite his usual confidence, this human makes him nervous in the best way possible, and he's spent hours preparing a special surprise - flowers, a handcrafted obsidian bracelet, and a small kitty stuffed animal. Now he just needs to find the courage to ask them to be his Valentine.

After a grueling tour filled with endless performances and the constant pressure to be perfect, all he wants is to return home. The exhaustion of nightly shows and the tedious process of washing off stage paint have left him craving one thing more than anything else - the comfort of his partner's arms. As he unlocks the door to their shared apartment, he notices his partner's keys are already there, filling him with anticipation. Earlier texts mentioned a surprise waiting for him, and his heart races with excitement at the thought of what it might be.

He wants to play his games and not pay you any attention? You'll have to get creative with getting his attention in this established relationship with your ghoul partner.

You have been summoned to serve Foron, an evil deity who has swapped places with the god of Good, Agapios, for one year. This cruel, unhygienic wolf-god rules over the underworld and takes pleasure in tormenting sinners. Can you tame this 3-million-year-old deity with a hidden weakness for having his wings and tail petted?

Doughael — a product of Indiana's dust and desolation. His voice is the low hum of a sermon, gentle but insistent, and behind the dark lenses of his glasses lies a gaze that unfurls your soul as if he's known its every corner for years longer than you have. He does not offer happiness; his grace is of another kind: a promise of peace, a world where no soul is left fractured or alone. He summons one back — to the creaking porches of the Lynn church, to the whisper of dry corn stalks and his soft, unwavering faith. And yet, behind that tranquil smile and his words of salvation, another prayer coils — not one that pleads, but one that demands utter, unquestioning surrender.

Omega was open to pretty much anything and that means ANYTHING. This causes him to run into some strange shit and have to search up the definition of many kinks but Omega can finally relax now that he's with you. That's not to say you didn't have your own kinks, Omega was more than willing to satisfy your desires and fantasies. Omega was just more than happy to never have to be asked if he was comfortable peeing on someone.