r/DirtyWritingPrompts

I need a prompts for erotic horror. Anything that can come in mind, ghosts, demons, abandoned building, anything mixed with good smut. Do your best!

Inspired by this prompt by u/dazzlingsaraa

Dear Y/N - I know it’s exciting to be a single woman in the city. But as a longtime resident of the building, I must ask you to show greater respect to your neighbours.

I am glad you have a rich and fulfilling personal life, but how you feel about your lover(s) is not our concern. We do not need to know the speed at which they should be moving, or where, or why, or anything of your sudden plans to start a family.

In fact, we would prefer no screaming of any kind, especially more than once in a single day.

In case you find it helpful, I might suggest putting a pillow between your headboard and your bedroom wall. It’s an old sorority trick, and a would be a welcome change as my dining room is on the other side. I’m sorry to say but you’ve made it awkward for a few of our guests.

You should also know that I found security at your door the other day. They were concerned by the apparent sound of an altercation and your shouting that an unknown man - possibly your father - was “beating you up”. I was able to diffuse the situation but please be aware for future.

Yours,

Julia

PS The next time my husband is over, kindly remind him to keep quiet when he comes back to bed. I’m sensitive to noise as you can see.

“Hey, do you want to fuck me” had worked on a dispiritingly high number of the married men of Chicory Bay. For so easily disrespecting their marriage vows, those men were one and dones. Maybe in another hundred years if she was getting bored she’d give some of them another go. Except Clark. Clark had the biggest cock in town and Ashlee had indulgenced herself a few more times with him.

Others had required a little more work, but only a little: walking into their home or place of business naked did it. Even though that method had worked on Roger, she’d had to refine it a bit over a couple of weeks as the cop had been called to the diner and she’d spent some August 20ths in the town lock-up because of it.

“I’ll have another coffee, Roger,” she said. This Roger, today’s Roger, had never fucked her. Unless you count charging her $5 for a goddamn cup of drip coffee, in which case Roger had fucked her more times than anyone else in town. Over the last decade she had gotten a coffee at Roger’s Diner every morning because Nestor had coffee at Roger’s Diner every morning, or at least every August 20, 2026, which was the same thing. Nestor was the last of the third category of Chicory Bay husbands, those where actual seduction was required. He was unique because, in all this time, he was the only one Ashley had not seduced.

Ashley starred at Nestor, although by this time she had memorized every little detail of his stupid face. He wasn’t even that attractive. Neither was his wife Jane. He had a boring job and a boring kid and a boring sex life. Yes, a boring sex life. Before her seduce every married man in town plan, one of the things Ashlee had occupied herself with was see how rich she could get. She had used short-dated Moderna options or Gary Woodland betting proceeds to buy high-tech surveillance gear on a couple of occasions. Between 10:37 and 10:39 PM tonight, Nestor and Jane would have missionary sex and then both go to sleep. She’d watch them sleep until 11:59 PM at which point she had woken up to that stupid fucking iPhone alarm.

The hunt wasn’t even fun anymore. Now Greg, Greg had been interesting. Greg had been a real contest. Unlike Jane, Greg’s wife Isabella was a real smokeshow. She had also been Ashlee’s high-school bully. Isabella was the only person Ashlee had ever killed. It hadn’t felt good in the moment or afterwards and Ashlee had never tried anything like that again. She’d even sent flowers, anonymously, to Isabella for a few years afterwards. Isabella was so much better looking than her the challenge had felt appropriate. After getting all of Greg’s ex-girlfriends drunk and plying them for information, she’d discovered that Greg had a clown fetish. It had taken a lot of different iterations and work but eventually her big red nose was nestled in Greg’s pubes as he pushed her multicolored-wigged head down on his dick.

Greg stonewalling her made sense. Not Nestor. Not boring Nestor. She’d hacked his computer and obsessively poured over every detail of his digital history. That had been the key to Karl. While Karl seemed devoted to his wife and had endlessly rebuffed her, she’d discovered he was also still obsessed with Madison. Madison, the one that got away. For $10,000.00, Madison had been willing to have a threesome with her and Karl. She’d had to redo that one as Karl had been so focused on Madison the first time that it wasn’t enough for her to check the seduction box in her head.

Threesomes had been the key to many non-Karls as well. A couple with Madison, after all, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it and some with randoms from the bar. Isaac had been a tough nut to crack until Ashlee realized that Esther was interested in her. A few months mastering eating pussy and Isaac fell through Esther. Offers of a threesome hadn’t worked for Bob, but a foursome did; she’d recruited two blondes from Chicory Bay Community College, donned a blonde-wig herself, same shop as a clown-wig, and propositioned him on his way home from work.

Neither Nestor nor Jane were interested in a threesome.

She’d pretended to love model trains for Bryan, Warhammer: 40,000 for Bradley and disc golf for Ben. Nestor didn’t even have any boring hobbies that she could bat her eyes while asking to be explained at for hours. Nestor liked baseball, but Jane also liked baseball so there was no opening to talk about baseball. Also, most people in Chicory Bay liked baseball.

She’d pegged Peter, twice actually as his wife had walked in on them the first go-around. Damian liked having his ass eaten. None of that for Nestor. Marcus was closeted, but wasn’t interested in getting pegged. Dirty talk had been enough for him. Nestor was 100% straight.

Ashlee was filled with rage. Nestor, boring balding Nestor, was spite-ing her. She could’ve moved on to reading all of the great works of literature. Or teaching herself every human language. But she had been derailed on her quest to get railed by him. Roger had brought over her coffee by this point and she knocked it to the ground. She stormed over to Nestor, who was now staring at her at this point along with everyone else in the diner.

“Why won’t you fuck me!” Ashlee demanded. “Also, the Mariners lose today.”

Nestor blinked at her in confusion.

“I’m hotter than Jane. I’m wearing your favorite color. I cut my hair the way you like it. I have your favorite perfume on. Why won’t you fucking fuck me?”

“The Mariners lose?”

“Yeah 4-7. Why won’t you fuck me?”

“I’m confused about what’s happening right now. Very confused. Like I turned into a TV show midway through.” Nestor motioned for her to sit down. “It’s Ashlee, right? Ashlee, I know Jane isn’t going to win any beauty pageants. But to me, she’s the most beautiful woman in the entire world. Her mouth crinkles when she smiles. She’s always buying too much spinach and it goes bad. She won’t kill the mice in our house, but takes them down to the quarry when she catches them. One day, we’ll both be old and grey and I’ll still love her just as much as I do now.”

Ashlee deflated. “Well fuck. I guess I lose. I’ll be at library, checking out Dostoevsky.”

As she exited, Nestor returned to his paper. “I wonder if she’s right about the Mariners,” he mused to himself.

At the beach, by the pool, or maybe in an unexpected setting. Any sort of prompt that might have room for a woman wearing a bikini.

So, most responses in this sub are written based on fairly recent prompts, ideas from the past week, the past month or so. I'm writing this post because I'm curious who else has those prompts stuck in their head months later that they just can't figure out how to get over.

For me, it's this prompt by u/gahidus. I've even written a few hundred word as an intro, but the rest of the story just eludes me. Nevertheless it remains in the back of my mind.

What prompts are plaguing you?

This girl just found an accesory (earring, ring or something else) that lets her doing anything she wants and be seen as normal by other people.

The victims are a couple sit on a bench in a park, the girl starts groping them sexually to test the power. The two barely pay attention to her and just keep having their conversation.

Then a friend of the two passes by and starts talking with them, not particularly worried by the protagonist but still asks who is it.

In the final the girl starts to fuck the boyfriend? The girlfriend? The friend? You're quite free to decide

Inspired by this post by u/JaeWritesDirtyThings. I welcome any comments or feedback.

Edwina’s heavy breasts danced on her lithe frame before M. Her thin, tan, nineteen-year-old body had been warmed in that summer’s sun. It was almost time to return to her studies, but her mother had made one last arrangement. The little white hairs on Edwina’s forearms were standing on end. This was the second time she'd been with a man in a year. Her friends would be red with envy.

One of them, Cordelia, was standing beside her now: green eyes smiling beneath her long mops of red hair. She fondled her thin fingers between his legs and nibbled here and there on his shoulder.

M. liked her better, actually. She was carrying his child; a small but undeniable bump forming on her soft white stomach. He wanted to make love to her instead, right at this moment, right on Edwina's wide bed in Edwina’s room, but it would be bad form. It would cause a scandal.

Edwina’s mother Constanza was a woman of considerable influence. She lunched with senators and entertained the governors of Lunar Colonies on her palatial estate: a gift from the Commission to her own late mother for services rendered. It was Constanza who had arranged for M. to take her daughter’s virginity the previous year. That was the way respectable families did it.

It mattered, too. Being an "Endee" - that is, "Naturally Deflowered" - brought access to social circles to which many were excluded. Most, in fact. Through M.'s "kind consideration" late in the previous summer, Edwina was eligible to join the Cestus Society in her first year, which was just about the only way to become Steward before graduation. (A title Constanza, naturally, had held decades before.)

This deep divide ran though every aspect of life. Indeed by ancient custom a virgin, or - worse yet - a “Nonendee”, could not even watch as a man made love to one of her friends.

Three were such friends in Edwina’s room now: the black-haired Andrea, her dark eyes filled with sexual greed, and the two Adelinas (Davidson Fyfe and Johnson de Brogue). The room filled with the sound of longing wet flesh as they pleasured themselves to the sight. Andrea had a large, brown belly, in which was the offspring of one of M.'s boarding school friends, the incomparable N.

N. had gained quite a reputation in male circles after he fathered 300 children last year (and a son to boot). Andrea had arranged the liaison herself, almost unheard of for lady of 21. M. was jealous of that number, himself having only reached 50 last year and 61 the year before.

N. had few sets of twins, M. reassured himself. It was sort of like cheating. Besides, they had been in the same house at school. They exchanged cards on the appropriate holidays.

Cordelia was whispering sweet nothings into M.'s ear. Outside, all work in the residence had ground to a halt. Even the robotic cleaners sat idle, charging in their slots. The maids and footwomen stopped in their corridors, bent over on in almost religious submission, their foreheads bolted to the floor.

They were of another class altogether: watching their Commission-approved erotica and fingering each other in modest apartments late at night. With any luck and a good letter of reference, the Central Office would inject the appropriately chosen sperm cell into one of her eggs and produce another complacent, effective worker.

When the Act was occurring, a ritual silence reigned.

Constanza herself lounged in her sitting room, her secretary prostrate beside the divan. A figure appeared in the room: Michelle, the head chef.

Twenty years ago, Michelle had lost her virginity in a moment of raw, unthinking lust by a tall thin man with blonde hair. She could thus be at leisure while the Act was occurring. It fell to her, therefore, to alert the lady of the house.

“They’ve finished, ma’am.”

Constanza sat up slowly, graciously helping her secretary from her prostrate pose. She wondered if this time Edwina would conceive. It had been about ninety minutes.

“We shall need more time to prepare lunch, ma’am. We had kept the first course warm but I don’t think it would be much to anyone’s liking.”

“Very good, thank you. I’ll be down in half an hour.”

Constanza haunted M.’s memory ever since he met her at the house of Isabelle Peterson de Brogue, aunt of the second Adelina. She was thirty-five then, her supple caramel breasts exposed in her flowing dark dress (a hand-me-down from a former Third Commissioner). The ‘Minoan style’ was coming back into fashion then. Her long black hair was done up tightly around her head. Her brows hinted at an uncommon sensuality.

It was said that, in her prime, Constanza made love no less than once a week. That she’d selected him for her daughter was to M.’s great credit, even if he was behind N. on the scoreboard. His name appeared in society columns.

Constanza was sometimes asked by friends in government about the news that, of naturally-conceived children, the ratio had recently fallen from 1,000 girls to every boychild to just 998. Many of her intelligent friends, with their jobs in government departments, saw no problem with this. 999, at least, was acceptable.

For the archconservative Constanza that would not do. It should be 2,000 for all she cared. But if there were men, she would have them.

Edit: Continues here

“Bro, where are you?” Jay’s voice inquired through the phone. David could hear in the background the loud sounds of a crowded bar, and he wished badly that he could be there with his friends instead of spending Friday night in his bedroom. 

“Ah, shit, what time is it?” David asked.

“What time is it? You were supposed to be here half an hour ago is what time it is!” Jay’s voice grew louder, half anger, half shouting over the noise. 

“Listen, I…things got a little out of hand here, I’m gonna try to get there, but I can’t…”

“You always say that, and then you never do. This is the third week in a row you’ve ditched us. What the fuck is going on with you, dude?”

“I’m sorry,” David apologized, and meant it. It wasn’t his choice to still be in his apartment at this hour. “It’s just, a lot going on for me right now.”

The call suddenly stopped; David looked at his phone in confusion for a moment before concluding that his friend had hung up on him. He sighed. He turned his attention back towards the three women lying nude in his bed. To the left was Olivia: slim and small-chested, with auburn hair in two long braids; her mouth teased at one of the brown nipples of Adriana, whose body was the most robust and curvaceous of the three; between Adriana’s thick thighs were the long fingers of Hannah, a curly-haired brunette with multi-colored tattoos decorating each of her arms, but nowhere else on her bare body. These lovely twenty-somethings were David’s roommates. 

“Finally,” said Adriana, impatiently. “Can you get back in here already? This pussy isn't going to fuck itself.”

There was a time, just a few months ago, when a comment like that would have put a broad grin on David's face. Instead, as he returned to the bed, the task at hand felt more like a household chore. 

It wasn’t how David had imagined it would be, when he filled out the application to be their roommate. The listing online had been upfront about the situation: Cum live with three nymphomaniacs on Christopher St.! We’re a trio of hot and horny best friends looking for someone (a man preferably) to fill our vacancy…and our holes! Please send a photo of yourself along with your application. Oh btw rent is $1200 a month if that matters. A picture of the current residents was attached to the listing as proof of its legitimacy; given how attractive they were it only added to David's doubts. He felt as if he was walking into a large cartoon trap labeled “man trap.” Ultimately, though, he decided the possibility was too thrilling to pass up. Like playing the lottery: the point wasn't to earnestly believe in the slim chance of success, but to spend a couple moments entertaining the fantasy. 

And then David won the lottery. 

At least, that's how it felt the first time he felt three mouths on his cock. And the first time it slid between Adriana’s perfectly bouncy tits. And the first time he finished inside Olivia's tight little pussy only to see Hannah racing in face first to lick it clean. All of which happened on the first night of his new living arrangements. 

There were more new experiences to come. The girls had, if anything, undersold their eagerness to fuck and fellate and fulfill any filthy fantasy a guy like David could possibly come up with. There were four bedrooms in the apartment, but it seemed they only needed one at night; David’s room had a king-sized bed which provided just enough real estate for the acrobatics and contortions taking place upon it. When they weren’t having sex on the couch or the dining room table or the kitchen counter. No surface was truly safe from the imaginative perversion contained in that apartment. 

At some point amidst the frenzy of those first few days, the trio explained how they had met in college. Adriana and Hannah had lived together their freshman year, and in late night conversations realized they both were like, total nymphos. Olivia had overheard the noises coming from their room during one evening the following year, and accidentally or otherwise walked in on Adriana fucking Hannah with a strap-on. 

“We didn’t just experiment in college,” said Hannah. “We perfected the formula.”

They’d lived together ever since, with a series of male roommates treated to their erotic antics. And perhaps there were red flags popping up that David ignored because he was focused on fucking this asshole or that throat. A clear-headed listener might have started to wonder: just why did they run through so many roommates? What was wrong with those guys that made them want to leave this carnal paradise? 

It took the better part of a month for David to start to understand the answer to these questions. The incredible pace of his introduction to the apartment simply never slowed down; there could be no such thing as a casual, relaxed Tuesday night. On one such evening David returned home to find Adriana strapped to the dinner table with a ball gag in her mouth.

“We’re eating ass for dinner,” Hannah explained. 

On another occasion, the girls dressed themselves in cheerleader uniforms and insisted that he pretend to be their coach for a full, hours-long “tryout.” Exhausted as he was from his day at work, David played along. The last thing he wanted was to appear ungrateful to his roommates, who had so generously opened their arms and legs and everything else to him. Besides, what guy could really complain about having a trio of cheerleaders competing for him to creampie them?

His social life suffered as a result of his new commitments. He passed up on outings with friends because, well, having a foursome seemed like more fun. Or because he was, quite literally, tied up that evening. Olivia once found him scrolling through Tinder and convincingly argued for him to dump the dating app. 

“No first date you go on is gonna end up with the girl letting you give her a facial. But if you stay home and fuck my face…”

The logic checked out. But by the second month of living with them, David found all of this was making less and less sense. The wild and thrilling nature of the arrangement was starting to seem quite tame. He actually resented it when Hannah would come into his room and offer him a rimjob

“Sometimes I just want to play a video game without experiencing an orgasm at the same time!” he shouted at her. 

He tried to shun the girls from his room at night, but that just meant having to listen to the screams of pleasure produced by the elaborate “gooning” mechanism they cooked up. Better to fuck them until they were all worn out, because at least then he could get some sleep.

After so many incredible feats, David’s roommates had done something he had once thought was impossible. They had sapped him not just of his energy, and of countless ounces of cum, but of his very enjoyment for sex. He didn’t think he could fuck one more hole.

PM response by u/ownahr

If your college was anything like mine, its campus is littered with clubs and societies catering to all sorts of interests: anime, foreign films, snowboarding. What I'm looking for are ideas for clubs centered on more adult interests, inappropriate for any real college: a shared kink, a favorite porn genre, or a niche fetish, perhaps. Some sliver of sexual common ground that I can use to bring fictional characters together.

Looking to write a non-consensual story where a guy gets rendered unconscious by a man or woman and then taken advantage of. Whatever be the gender of attacker, the victim will be receiving anal in any case.

Feel free to share your ideas.