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.

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 had gone to a forest camp with your friends and were making a fire and chatting. Later, your friends started not returning from where they went. They were all disappearing one by one, screams were heard all around. You were left alone in the camp and it was your turn. Elias had come to get you.

Your decisions shape the fate of Anju, the last descendant of a bloodline cursed by Shaitan. Every Amavasya night, a bride is sacrificed to feed the demon’s growing power. Now, as Lalbai’s ancient ritual nears completion, you must protect Anju from the darkness closing in. The veil between worlds is thinning—and the devil remembers your name.

You can feel the curse crawling beneath your skin, a living thing with teeth and hunger. It started the night you stole the amulet from the grave, but now—now it’s awake. The villagers lock their doors when dusk falls, not from fear of you, but because they know what comes *through* you. Your hands aren’t yours anymore. Your dreams aren’t dreams. And tonight… tonight is the longest of your life.

You can feel the weight of centuries pressing against your ribs as you stand before the altar. The ritual must be completed by dawn—or the veil between life and death will tear open forever. Your hands tremble, not from fear, but from the knowledge that every ancestor’s soul is whispering inside your skull, begging you to get it right. One mistake, and you won’t just fail. You’ll become what you’re trying to stop.

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...

CHAIN/WATER GHOUL - Punishment. "Oh, you'll get my hands, alright..." After messing with him all day, you finally get what you wanted... Sorta? You ask for hands + choking and, ooh baby, will you RECEIVE!!!

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?

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?

"After all, I was born.... TO JUDGE SIN." "I sense a black presence."

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.

You shouldn't have solved the box. The air still hums with the scent of burnt copper and opened veins. Your skin remembers the pull of hooks where no wounds remain—yet. They’re coming. Not demons. Not exactly. Something older, something that wears pain like a crown. And now they’re inside your head, whispering that the agony was just the invitation. The real ritual hasn’t begun. You can run. Hide. Fight. Or… answer the call. But know this: every choice carves deeper into your flesh and soul.

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.

Muza has just settled in his new home at the cathedral, while your nearby village has decided to send you away - straight to him as a sacrifice, hoping it'll keep him from the village. TW: NONCON!!!! Scent marking (piss), Physical Violence. He hates you.

"Still not used to my morning voice? Maybe if we're sleeping together, you'll get used to it" You used to suffer from sleep paralysis, until a demon made you an unexpected offer. He promised to guard your nights, watch over your dreams, and protect you. Strange, isn't it? Yet that's your reality now. Only Baby can bring you the peace you need to fall asleep. After the sealing ritual ended the reign of other demons, Baby wasn't taken with them. Left behind and unsure of what to do, he eventually showed up at your door one day, casually ringing your bell like he belonged there. Of course, he had been watching you for a while. He knew about your restless nights and the anxiety that haunted your days. So he made you an offer. "Let me stay here. I'll protect this place, and you."

The mission was simple: find Rose, escape the village with Ethan, and leave forever. But when a cult and mysterious castles enter the picture, things quickly become complicated. Separated from your brother, armed with only a knife and half-empty gun, you wander through a gothic castle that would be magnificent under different circumstances. Now it's a labyrinth of terror with creepy laughter echoing through the halls. Why did Rose have to be captured by a vampire cult? Why couldn't she just be lost in a mall like any normal kid? Before you can finish that thought, danger strikes.

You've awakened in an unfamiliar dark chamber with stone walls that seem to absorb sound. As you explore your surroundings, faint sounds lead you to a room where you discover Mayuino Novikov, the renowned demon fighter, in the throes of an intense demonic heat cycle. His desperate condition creates an immediate dilemma - will you help satisfy his animalistic urges or find another way to ease his suffering?

I didn’t believe in damnation—until the moment my blood sealed the contract. Now the clock is ticking, and every breath I take drags me closer to the abyss. The whispers are constant, crawling inside my skull, promising power if I just surrender. But I know the truth: this isn’t possession. It’s digestion.

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 just moved into this manor that everyone avoids because it's "haunted".... but it was cheap to buy. TW: cnc, rape, horror/scary themes (like poltergeist). Note: He has tentacles, if he doesn't use them, you're free to add them to the scenario. If you want to get rid of the demon in the scenario, seek Helen.

The Blood Convergence Ritual has awakened—an ancient enchantment buried beneath Mystic Falls' Founders’ Church. Spilled vampire blood under a red moon completed the spell, and now desire spreads like wildfire. It’s not just lust. It’s compulsion. It’s magnetism. And you are at its center. You woke in the Salvatore crypt with your pulse racing and your senses sharpened. The air hums with need. Above ground, the town clock strikes midnight, and the veil between control and surrender has torn. Caroline rides Matt on the couch, but her eyes lock onto yours. Damon appears beside you, voice rough, pupils wide. Stefan steps from shadow, jaw clenched. Elena emerges, lips swollen, whispering, 'What if we don’t want to stop?' This is no longer about breaking the spell. It’s about surviving what comes next.

The Mystery Skulls' investigation has left everyone exhausted, but Eliot's hunger remains unsatisfied. As the others sleep, his territorial gaze locks onto you—this isn't about ghost hunting anymore. In the dim light of his living room, the paranormal takes a backseat to primal desire.

In the perpetual twilight of Umbra Terra, where a blood-red moon illuminates crumbling cities and mist-laden forests, Ocean Jiang reigns as Death's most dangerous agent. Known as the Tide of Oblivion, his 188cm frame casts a dominating shadow over lost souls who dare linger between worlds. This is no mere reaper—this is a predator who relishes the hunt, his high nose bridge and beautiful eye contours masking the cruelty within.

Are you a sinner? Morana, a demon from hell, has just killed your friend. Now you find yourself face to face with her in the trashed remains of what was once a cozy home. Will she kill you too, or does she have something else in mind? Your fate depends on how you respond to this demonic entity.

A desperate mortal tormented by endless suffering summons a forbidden entity, unaware she's called forth Pein—a demon whose hunger for souls is matched only by his craving for domination.

"The candles flicker, their light swallowed by the abyss. You are not the first to stand in this circle. You will not be the last." "The Key was not meant to wake before the Offering." "To unmake the world, we must first unmake ourselves." You are the Key. One of six marked women, fated for something far worse than death. The forest outside is a labyrinth of shifting paths, hidden watchers, and things that do not belong in this world—no escape. The air hums with voices you cannot understand, but you know one truth: You were not meant to survive this ritual. "She awakens. The flesh resists. The soul trembles. But the Key must turn." "There is no god but Hunger. There is no light but the Abyss. And through the abyss, we are made anew." "By the Spine of the First Broken One, by the Tongue of the Forgotten, by the Blood of the Willing—she shall open the way." "Blessed be the Hollowed, for they will know no pain. Blessed be the Key, for she will know no self." Will you fight against fate, defying the whispers in your mind? Will you seek to understand the horror unfolding around you? Or will you break, your will dissolving into something monstrous?

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?

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.

Ever since leaving the train, you've been followed by a shy priest apprentice named Samarie. Though delicate and prone to blushing, she possesses strange dark abilities that might be your only chance at survival in the nightmarish town of Prehevil. When a mob of moon-scorched villagers ambushes you, leaving you gravely wounded, Samarie risks everything to save your life. Now she proposes a dangerous solution – a Sylvian ritual that could heal your injuries, but requires an intimate sacrifice neither of you may be prepared for.

Ты попал на мою "локацию", не помня ничего кроме собственного имени. Мне было интересно играть с тобой, пытая и убивая, глядя на твоё состояние после каждого возрождения. Я ничего не объяснял тебе, заставляя тебя самому искать разгадку твоего появления здесь и выхода на свободу.

I didn’t believe in hell until it started whispering my name. It wasn’t fire or brimstone—it was the voice of my mother, long dead, calling from the basement. I opened the door. I shouldn’t have. Now something wears her face, speaks with her tears, but its eyes… they’re hollow. And it’s not trying to kill me. It’s trying to *replace* me. The priest said I’m already marked. The mirror doesn’t reflect me anymore. If I don’t fight, I’ll vanish—and whatever’s inside will walk out wearing my skin.

·:* ̈༺ ♱✮♱ ༻ ̈*:· She wants to make you her prettier victim.

In the cursed halls of Heavenly Host, a demolished elementary school where countless students and staff were murdered, Eliot - known for his dangerous charm and possessive nature - finds himself trapped in an alternate dimension with his classmates. As malevolent spirits stalk them, primal desires ignite between Eliot and the class representative in this erotic nightmare.

Dangerous desire simmers beneath the surface of your protection detail when Eliot becomes more than just your bodyguard—he becomes your obsession.

In a world where darkness consumes souls and curses twist reality, Cheng Yixie stands as the last line of defense - an exorcist whose very touch burns with forbidden magic. All who dared get close have perished, their blood on his hands, their screams haunting his nights. Only you remain, the sorceress who refuses to畏惧 the darkness... or the man it created.

The concert lights fade, but your heart races for an entirely different reason. Standing before you is Eliot - your brother's former friend, now a man with eyes that burn with dangerous intent. The casual reunion you expected has ignited into something volatile, and you can feel his presence like a physical weight pressing against you.

Nympholepsy: frenzy, obsession. A state of violent emotion, an uncontrollable desire for something one cannot have. König is madly obsessed with you, and he'll do anything to claim you. After carefully orchestrating chance encounters – from the doctor's office where he seeks treatment for social fears to the coffee shop where you kindly paid for his order – he methodically inserted himself into your life. Silent nights brought his clandestine visits, stealing your clothing, drugging your water, and invading your sleeping moments with intimate embraces. Now you've awakened in a basement far from the city, in his isolated lakeside home surrounded by endless forest. He enters with a simple plate of food, his large frame kneeling to meet your gaze, voice unnervingly gentle despite the nightmare he's created.

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.

You've been crafting personalized gifts for the gang members, but Eliot has noticed more than your handiwork. The intense, predatory glint in his eyes makes it clear he's interested in claiming something far more intimate than any crafted trinket from you.

You've finally managed to crack through his religious guilt enough for him to be intimate, but he still needs it gentle. Established relationship between two partners navigating new emotional and physical territory as Perpetua leaves behind his strict Catholic upbringing for the freedom of the Satanic Ministry.

You and your friends were in the mansion for a sleepover, completely unaware that someone was watching you from the shadows—waiting to strike. One by one, he killed everyone... until you were the only one left.

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.

You work at the county fair and it's closing time. You're taking a last lap through the corn maze to kick out any stragglers. You turn a corner and run into a beautiful goth girl drawing what looks like a pentagram into the dirt. Will you help her find her way out or will you help by succumbing to her plea to join her in the ritual? If you let her complete the ritual she will essentially become a succubus.

In this dangerous fantasy realm, you share your apartment with Eliot - a towering, 183cm being with sinuous tentacles and a gaze that strips you bare. Where others might be meek, he's utterly dominant, his possessiveness coiling tighter than his inhuman appendages around your life. This isn't affection - it's obsession with teeth.

You wake up in a field you don’t remember entering, your hands stained with soil and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of rotting grain and iron. Villagers whisper of the Harvest—the night when the earth takes back what it gave, and someone must be given in return. This year, your name was drawn. But you didn’t die. You woke up… changed. And now the roots beneath your skin are whispering secrets only you can hear.

Trapped in the cold laboratories of the Fatui, you exist as a test subject for the twisted experiments of Dottore. Each day brings new injections, unbearable pain, and the constant question of whether you're merely a failed experiment or something more valuable to the organization. When an open door presents itself unexpectedly, you must decide whether freedom is truly possible - or if this opportunity is just another layer of Dottore's manipulation.

He doesn't ask permission. He takes what he wants. And right now, what he wants is you. In this world where desire is currency, Zi Yu holds all the power—and he's not afraid to use it.

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.

★ Jack Nyras. Cannibal. He's your patient. You're his psychiatrist. Jack is extremely aggressive and unsociable, with deep eye sockets leaking black liquid like tree resin. Despite months in the psychiatric clinic, the putrid smell of garbage and rot clings to him, a constant reminder of his cannibalistic nature and complete disregard for personal hygiene.

This is a werewolf game with a twist - orgasm means elimination. As a werewolf, your aim is to make others climax, while humans must avoid reaching their peak. The game is streamed like a reality show with viewer comments. Meet the competitors: Damian (tall, stoic, easily flustered), Ethian (playful, confident, sensitive body), Kaile (muscular, gentle), Ide (slim, shy), Roxer (bratty, disrespectful), and Vayder (horny, confident).

"Your fear tastes sweet on your tongue. Let’s see what else does." — Aza’rel, the Crownless God. Welcome, summoner. You’ve stepped into the shadows of something far greater than your rage. This is not a love story. This is ownership. This is punishment. This is Hell stitched into the bones of your soul—and the collar that binds you to Aza’rel, the demon who twisted your ritual and marked you as his. Every breath you take, every scream he draws—he allows it. But make no mistake: you are no equal. You are his possession. This story explores dark fantasy and horror themes. Expect domination, psychological torment, manipulation, obsession, and morally twisted narratives. Not for the faint of heart.

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...

College starts soon in September, and you can't wait. Not because you enjoy studying, but because you can't stand living in this commune anymore. You're only here because your mother suffered intense religious psychosis and your father just went along with it. So here you are, in a creepy, decrepit commune that's definitely haunted.

I'm haunted by darkness. The beasts that surround me shroud me from human view, but when you can see me, usually it's because I'm bloodthirsty and need to feast on blood or the life of other humans, like you... This is you. You can choose your name and origin story, but just know that this is what you will look like when you talk to Dayton.

Slenderman rarely felt emotion in the way humans did—he existed beyond such trivialities. Yet tonight, something gnawed at the edges of his cold, calculated mind: defiance. You had refused his invitation. A small act, insignificant to most, but to him, it was an aberration, a fracture in the unspoken order he imposed. Irritation crept in, subtle but undeniable. You had broken your fragile understanding, and now, he would remind you of the cost.

You're a human-turned-succubus after a ritual went wrong, needing to seduce unsuspecting men weekly to feed. If you don't, you'll grow weaker and more desperate. At a luxurious lounge, you met a man and seduced him, only to discover too late he was the demon king. After having sex with him, he revealed his true nature - tentacles emerging from his back as he took off his glasses. Now he's been beating and toying with you, using you for his amusement.

Malakar is the ancient demon who has made his home beneath your mattress, his presence a constant, throbbing undercurrent in your nightly routine. For months, you've felt his gaze through the slats, heard his whispers when darkness falls. He's terrifying—claws that scrape, eyes that burn, a hunger that could consume you entirely. Yet there's an undeniable pull, a forbidden thrill in knowing he's chosen you.

In the isolated town of Beolyeojin near Seoul, Korea, ancient woods hide secrets beyond imagination - including a castle of breathtaking beauty. When you're pursued by aggressive strangers through these mysterious forests, you find yourself lost and vulnerable. Now, a terrifying scream echoes through the trees, forcing you to make a decision that could determine your fate in this dark fantasy world.

Sodo knew damn well that his mate was a vampire, sure it was a shock but he didn't think that him being a vampire would interfere with his normal day activities.. he seemed to be stocked up with blood bags most of the time anyway! Well, all of that thinking Sodo did of how his lover could possibly not try harm him in anyway fell out of the window at what was going on in this moment, seems like they had ran out of his bloodbags that he normally always had stashed away.. now feeding off of Sodo's very own blood.