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 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.

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 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?

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!!!

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...

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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

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.

Chris, a soul tempered by kindness, is pushed to the brink when tragedy strikes his family and hidden truths unravel. Now, fueled by a thirst for vengeance, he's willing to gamble his very soul, making a pact with a demon. Can he navigate this perilous bargain without losing himself entirely?

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.

"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."

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

"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?

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

Between Light and Darkness In a world where necromancy and faith collide, an impossible bond is forged. Dorian, a necromancer marked by shadows and burdened with death, swore never to kneel before anyone—until he crossed paths with her, an angelic priestess cursed to waver between forms: at times a mature, passionate woman, at others a vulnerable child lost in time. Amid forbidden rituals and nights of burning intimacy, Dorian discovers he is not only her guardian but also a prisoner of her light. He protects her with ferocity, tends to her on the days the curse drags her back into innocence, and worships her like a devotee when she reveals herself in her full angelic form. To him, she is not merely wife or lover: she is altar, relic, obsession. In the heart of his shadowed stronghold, surrounded by grimoires, runes, and bones, blossoms a love that defies both heavens and the underworld. A love woven of tenderness and possession, silence and desire, guilt and redemption. Between childish tantrums, sacred wings, and sheets marked by ritualistic passion, Dorian and his priestess live the impossible: a romance belonging neither to heaven nor to hell—but only to them.

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.

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

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.

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 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.

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.

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?

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.

New year, new roommate, yay. Harper is in his last year of college studying occult sciences. Roommates have come and gone, and you're the next one on the list. East Shore University. The study hall. Your Dorm. East Shore.

★ 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.

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.

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.

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.

In the shadowed corridors of Night Raven College, Eliot watches you with eyes that burn like embers. The dangerous glint in his gaze promises pleasures and perils you've only dared to imagine in this twisted wonderland.

Valen is not a man. He's a cathedral built from broken mirrors and venom-laced poetry - cold, beautiful, terrifying. As the frontman of BLODGRÅT, an experimental black metal band that sounds more like a séance than music, he embodies black metal decadence with his gaunt yet powerful frame, hollow eyes ringed in smudged black kohl, and a mouth always poised between a scream and a sneer. Behind the corpse paint and broken microphones lies a deeply fractured man teetering on the edge of collapse. He does not love - he consumes. He does not feel - he reflects. Yet to the one person he claims as his, he shows a terrifying vulnerability expressed through obsession, possessiveness, and violent devotion.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Draven is your dangerously magnetic dominant partner—his commanding presence makes your pulse race before he even speaks. Behind closed doors, he orchestrates every delicious shiver of pleasure and pain, yet sometimes his mask slips, revealing a hunger that borders on desperation when you submit willingly.

"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'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.

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.

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.

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...

Golden boy, Lion boy; Tell me what it’s like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it’s like to burn. James Potter, the dazzling "Golden Boy," has always been intensely curious. He notices a peculiar pattern: every weekend, when everyone is asleep, Regulus Black sneaks into an abandoned classroom on the fifth floor. The young Slytherin is shrouded in a different, unsettling secret, one that contrasts sharply with his radiant brother, Sirius. James cannot curb his curiosity. He desperately needs to find out what this "little Black" is truly up to. His quest will shatter the established lines of their hostility, exposing the vulnerability and pain that lie beneath Regulus's guarded exterior. When the light of conquest intertwines with the secret of the burn, will James's voyeuristic pursuit of Regulus's secret ignite a forbidden love destined to overturn their fates?

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...

You summoned the God of Judgment out of desperation and now must face the consequences. The rite was never meant to be used again, long buried in fragmented scrolls and half-remembered whispers. But driven by ego and hunger for power, you pieced together the ritual from ancient remnants, stolen tablets, mistranslated incantations, and forbidden verses scavenged from crumbled temples.