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plots-and-prompts · 11 months
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Inspiration From Trivia #15
Béla Kiss, also known as the "The Monster of Czinkota,” was a Hungarian serial killer born in 1877 and active from 1900-1914. It is thought that he murdered 24 young women and attempted to pickle them in giant metal drums that he kept on his property.
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Curtail (v. French, late 15th century): Reduce in extent or quantity; impose a restriction on.
(Continued history of Béla Kiss below)
Kiss was a tin smith in Czinkota, Hungary (modern Budapest) since the 1900. His neighbors considered him pleasant and he engaged in amateur astrology and found interest in other occult practices. Around 1912, local towns folks began to notice the accumulation of mental drums on Kiss’ property. Kiss reasoned that the drums were filled with gasoline in preparation for the oncoming war (WWI). When the war began, Kiss was conscripted and left his home in care of his housekeeper, Mrs. Jakubec. 
In July 1916, police received report from a local landlord that they had found several large metal drums on his property. Recalling Kiss’ stockpile, the constable directed needy soldiers to the containers. An odd smell was noted upon the opening of the containers. At this point a detective took over and requested the opening of the drums on Kiss’ property, despite the protest of Mrs. Jakubec. Inside was discovered the body of a strangled women. After opening all the other drums on the property, the police uncovered a total of 24 bodies. 
The police notified the military to arrest Kiss if he were still alive, but due to the commonness of his name he was not able to be located. The police also initially arrested the housekeeper, believing that she was involved. However Mrs. Jakubec argued that she had known nothing and cooperated with the police by showing them to a room that Kiss had told her never to enter. Inside was a room filled with bookcases with books primarily about poisons and strangulations as well as a desk that contained a number of letters involving Kiss’ correspondence with 74 different women as well as a photo album. 
The police were able to learn several things from the letters: the oldest of the letters was from 1903, Kiss had been defrauding women who were looking for marriage, he placed ads in the marriage columns of several newspapers, and he had selected mainly women who had no relatives living nearby and knew no one would notice their disappearance right away. He courted them and convinced them to send him money and if they proved troublesome he killed them. Police also found old court records that indicated that two of his victims had initiated court proceedings because he had taken money from them. Both women had disappeared and the case had been dismissed.
On October 4th, 1916, the detective, Charles Nagy received word that Kiss was recuperating in a Serbian hospital, but Nagy was too late. By the time he arrived, Kiss had escaped by placing the body of dead fellow solider in his bed. Nagy alerted the Hungarian police but all “sightings” proved false. 
Speculation arose later that Kiss possibly assumed the identity of the dead solider he used to mask his escape. Many additional rumors sprouted up around this time to explain his disappearance, but none were ever confirmed. 
In 1920 a soldier in the French Foreign Legion reported on another legionnaire named Hoffman (the name Kiss had used in some letters) who had boasted how good he was at using a garrote, and who fit Kiss' description. "Hoffman" deserted before police could reach him.
In 1932, homicide detective Henry Oswald was certain he had seen Kiss coming out of Times Square Subway in New York City. There were also rumors that Kiss was living in the city and working as a janitor but they could not be verified.
The fate of Béla Kiss remains unknown.
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isas-bathbombs · 3 months
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“So kiss me.”
THANK YOU @aevumace SO SO MUCH FOR COLLABING WITH ME 🫶 ITS BEEN SO FUN!!!
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thyhauntedmansion · 5 months
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Girl was a lil too honest and got a grippy sock vacation💀
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hrefna-the-raven · 9 months
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A forbidden kiss - Part 2
Bela Lugosi!Dracula x female reader
Part 1
@groovyqueer here is the smutty part, I hope you enjoy it :)
Words: 1005
Warnings: (18+), technically couch sex^^
Credit for the sexy topless picture goes to @belalugosi1882
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The last kiss shared between you and the Count had ignited an insatiable hunger within you, especially after realising that he seemed to feel the same. A hunger that could only be appeased by another touch, another taste of each other's forbidden lips. And so, without hesitation, you both leaned in once more, simultaneously this time, your heart pounding against your chest. As your lips met, a surge of exhilaration coursed through your veins. The Count's mouth, cold as ice, still sparked a fire within you. The intensity of the kiss was both intoxicating and thrilling, a potent blend of pent up lust and sweet danger. It was as if darkness and light collided in a moment of pure passion. Time stood still as you lost yourself in the unyielding embrace and the sensation of his teeth grazing against your lower lip sent shivers down your spine. With each passing second, the line between pleasure and pain blurred, leaving you yearning for more until you decided to run your tongue along his sharp fangs, piercing it slightly. The iron taste of your blood danced around your tongues, a hissed growl rumbling in the Count's chest as he suddenly pulled you on his lap, his fingers found their way under your nightgown, digging deep into the side of your thighs. While you straddled him, still engulfed in the pleasure of the bloodstained kiss, you ground your hips against him, whimpering at the feeling of his growing bulge pressing on your cunt.
But just before the passion reached a dangerous point of no return, Count Dracula abruptly pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting. His head fell back, closing his eyes while his mouth hung open, a trail your blood slowly running down his chin, threatening to drip down on his white shirt. You kept rutting against him, eliciting dark groans from him as he could feel your wetness through the fabric of his pants. You ran the tip of your tongue teasingly from his chin up to his lip, licking up the blood, sending shivers running down his body. His hands grabbed your shoulders and he pushed you back, lifting his head and his icy blue eyes stared deeply into yours.
"Draga mea", he breathed, "are you sure about this?"
You nodded eagerly, the hunger within you still burning, unsatisfied and restless. Your hands found their way to his pants, undoing the buttons, lifting your hips slightly as you freed his now fully hard member from the confining fabric. Your delicate fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking it achingly slow a few times before moving it to your entrance and letting your body sink down on it. You both moaned at the sensation, feeling his dick twitch inside of you. He wanted you to move, finally give in to the pleasure he craved so much but you froze, your fingers desperately fumbling at the buttons of his shirt. The desire to have all of him threatened to burn you from the inside and you craved to touch all of him. Dracula's eyes wandered down, seeing your troubles opening his shirt and he suddenly tore it open in a swift movement, causing you to gasp in surprise, eyes glued to his naked pale chest.
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Your gaze wandered over his chest, halting at a long scar that ran downwards over his perfectly pale skin. You curiously traced your fingertips along it.
"Battle wound", he spoke softly as if he knew the silent question that was forming in your mind, "from when I was still human."
Your hand moved up, cradling his neck gently while your lips captured his in another heated kiss. The Count was moving his hips along, thrusting deeper inside you, trying to urge you to pick up the pace. He was no patient man, not even during his living days, even less so now and his urge to finally feel you, to have you like this, pushing your over the edge of pleasure, almost felt unbearable to him. A feral roar simmered in his chest as his fingers dug into the soft skin of your hips, pushing you further down and forcefully grinding you on him. You moaned sinfully loud as he was now deep enough inside you to press against the sweet spot. You felt the pleasure rising within your core while moans of his name spilt past your lips like a primitive prayer as he made you ride him, rendering you even more vulnerable to that carnal desire that burned through the veins of both of you like a wildfire. The sound of your wetness against his skin filled the room and your walls were squeezing his cock, fueling the raw pleasure that was bound to explode soon.
"Draga", he grunted, "mea, I-", he groaned.
Your pants grew heavy as you both came undone at the same time and you screamed his name as you felt his seed spilling inside you. He grunted, bucking up his hips one last time before his head fell back and a satisfied smile ghosted over his lips. Breathing heavily, you collapsed on his chest, planting a trail of tender kisses on his cold, pale skin. In that moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you.
"What happens now?" you asked hesitantly, breaking the silence that hung in the air like a thick fog.
Your voice trembled, unsure of what lay ahead. The Count, ever the seductive creature of the night, let out a hearty chuckle. His eyes glinted with a mixture of sincerity and love.
"Whatever you wish, my dove," he replied, his voice dripping with his usual timeless charm, "I'd ask to court you, but we're past such formalities. Our connection seems beyond the constraints of time and societal norms", he added, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
A giggle escaped your lips, the sound echoing through the room.
"Indeed, Count," you responded, your voice filled with excitement, "and I dare say that I like this very much."
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weirdlookindog · 9 months
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The Death Kiss (1932)
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belalugosi1882 · 9 months
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Bela Lugosi and Frances Dade in Dracula 1931
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viv-ixn · 4 months
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I tried some digital art with my fav girl
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anewgayeveryday · 4 months
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Today's LGBT+ Character is;
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Isabela from Dragon Age 2-Bisexual
Requested by Anon
Status: Alive (dependant on player actions)
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valleynix · 11 months
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We already kinda saw reader deal with drunk Bela, but what about the others? reader dealing with drunk dimitrescus?
HEHEHE MY FAV TROPE
(also, happy pride month!! enjoy some gays <33)
Alcina Dimitrescu
it is very hard for this woman to get drunk
even with her strongest wine, it takes about four full bottles for her to feel tipsy
so, when her little bird walks into her room with about a dozen wine bottles scattered around and a thirteenth in her hand, they're a little concerned
she's never been like this before; they gather it must have been an extremely difficult day if she's drinking this hard. a few glasses with dinner is standard, but this?
she is... the complete opposite of her normal self when she's drunk
when they first enter her room and get a sense of what they've walked in on, she cheerfully greets them with a smile and flushed cheeks, already beckoning them further in as she giggles
yeah, something's definitely wrong
they just snort as she weakly grabs a hold of their arm and tugs them onto her bed, already kissing them where her lips can reach
they've never seen her this laid back before, but it's certainly not a bad thing
she probably wants to be taken care of while she's drunk, and so, when she lays her head in their lap and her arm is carefully slung over their legs, they gently brush through her hair with their fingers to "clean" it up as much as possible
she tries to serenade them, and they end up laughing with her when she forgets her words and the rhythm of the song
they do take care of her as much as they can; they grab her brush and comb through her hair, their heart light when she lets out a pleased hum. they wipe the makeup from her face and kiss her wrinkles and laugh lines as gently as they can, earning them their own set of kisses that last about ten minutes and leave them more flustered than she is. they undress her, get her some water and watch as she drinks several glasses...
she deserves it, after all, and when she wakes, they don't speak a word of what happened
they just tell her she was already asleep when they came in, but that night will remain on their mind for months to come
Bela Dimitrescu
she's a bit of a lightweight, honestly
she eats properly and she's a healthy weight, but after only a glass of wine, she's feeling its effects
when she's drunk, though, she tends to be very... bratty and needy
her bird had been drinking with her, but they had done so with their meal, where she had laid back on her pillows and drank straight from the bottle
it didn't take long for the touches to start after she was halfway through the wine bottle
they were innocent, at first. softly kissing the palm of their hand, their fingertips, their knuckles, nibbling at the inside of their wrist...
she whines a lot when they don't give her the attention she craves from them
it's very unlike her usual demeanor, but they know exactly what she wants and what she'll do to get it. they just intentionally ignore her or gently push her head away so they can finish their meal
as soon as that's done, they set their plate aside and allow her to crawl onto their lap, her hands already touching them wherever they can find purchase
she's a kisser when she's been drinking; it's like all the affection she bottles up for the sake of her reputation comes out and she's unable to control the quick kisses she presses to their cheeks and neck
when they don't give her exactly what she wants, she whines into their ear and pouts against them, but she listens
she actually prefers being the one taken care of when she's been drinking, despite how much she tries to initiate. she wants them to do all the work, and they're more than happy to do so while keeping everything above the belt and over the clothes
the best way to get her to sigh contentedly in their ear is to have her on her back while they mark her neck in some way, be it by sucking on her skin or biting down
despite her bravado, she won't want to go too far. she's also a sleepy drunk, and she'd prefer to be held against them while she slumbers, preferably after they've helped with her nighttime routines
Cassandra Dimitrescu
surprisingly neither a lightweight nor a heavyweight. she's kind of in-between
her usual playful and teasing demeanor increases tenfold when she's drunk, and she gets rather possessive if others are around (namely, maids)
when she's alone with her idiot bird, however, she prefers to either sit on their lap or lay with them while she traces different parts of their face or body
she just likes the way her rougher hands feel on their soft skin
while she is touchier, it's not in a sexual way; she might kiss them or leave a mark on their neck, only to laugh about it later, but she won't want to do anything more than that
they're surprised when she wants to sketch them after she's clearly stumbling and slurring her words, and they leave her on their bed as they go to retrieve her things
her sketch is... not great, no, and they both laugh and tease each other back and forth over it
she claims it's really what they look like, despite their lopsided eyes and crooked mouth, and they tease her for being attracted to such a monster
when a maid steps in some time after while she's laying next to them, enjoying the hand she's allowed to brush through her hair, she's on alert immediately
they find it hilarious how she slumps across their lap and glares at the poor maid simply trying to do her job as she sets a tray of tea down on their bed
they only make a comment about her being their guard dog, and before she's fallen asleep that night, she makes sure most of their face is covered in her lipstick
she doesn't kiss them, no. she pretends to sleep so they will, and she finds a spare tube of her lipstick in her room and goes back to draw on their face
she's proud of her handiwork as she sits on their lap and adds little drunken hearts to their cheek, along with the moustache and a profanity in Romanian on their forehead
she's certainly quite the prankster when she's drunk, and when they wake the next morning to that in the mirror, she claims it must have been some other mythical creature handing them their karma
Daniela Dimitrescu
massive lightweight
but she's a fun drunk! some people get mean, others sleepy, but she just wants to keep moving and do things until she can't stay awake any longer
she drags her favorite bird throughout the castle, pointing out things she's definitely explained to them before, and they listen with a fond smile on their face
she is very touchy when she's drunk, and she might pull on them a little harsher than she means to, but she just wants to be around them and have them touching her
they hold her tightly in their arms as they watch the stars and the moon in one of the larger towers of the castle, and she convinces them to kiss her senseless amidst the shining lights in the sky
she will absolutely prank anyone and everyone while she's drunk, too
it's harmless! she promises! but Bela doesn't seem to agree when she yells-
she also kisses a lot when she's been drinking, mostly anywhere her lips can find purchase, which is pretty much everywhere with her taller height. the top of their head, their cheek, their nose...
when she's finally calmed, though, she'll want to be taken care of and held
they brush her hair and tell her how stunning she is. they sit in her lap and wipe away her makeup, which gets her to look up at them in awe as she lays back against her mattress
she's never wanted to smother someone in her affection as much as she does right now, and before they're eve finished, that's exactly what she flips them over to do
they don't mind her smeared lipstick stains on their skin or the way she gently caresses their face between her soft hands
most people would probably assume she wants to go further, but she likes being able to kiss them and laugh with them as her movements become sloppier
if she's feeling really needy that night, though, she would take them to their mirror and make them watch as she kisses them all over. it's not something she would usually do, no matter how frisky she feels, so they certainly don't mind having her body press them against the sink as she leaves marks on their neck and shoulders
when she wakes up sober the next morning, she's very cuddly and clings to their warmth as much as she can
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scurybooween · 1 year
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DEATH KISS
staring Bela Lugosi
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a-drama-addict · 9 months
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SKETCHY CHLOE/ISABELA BECAUSE THEY ARE SO IN LOVE !!
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cr-nack · 10 months
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To make up for the gay void Leighton is leaving, Mindy just has to make everyone bi. I don’t make the rules. I’m talking Whitney getting an academic rivals to lovers arc with a cute girl in biochem. Bela trying to seduce her butch tutor. Kimberly having a crush on her French TA.
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hrefna-the-raven · 9 months
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A forbidden kiss
Bela Lugosi!Dracula x female reader
Words: 805
Warnings: none really, it's rather "cute" 😊
Summary: You were residing with Count Dracula for months now and one fateful night, he decided to give in to his growing feelings for you.
@groovyqueer I gonna tag you as you wanted more Lugosi stories 😉
Notes: this has the potential for a smutty part 2 . Should I do a smutty follow-up of this? 🤔😏
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In the dimly lit castle, the crackling fire cast eerie shadows on the stone walls. Count Dracula sat beside you on the opulent couch, his penetrating gaze fixed upon your every move. Silence surrounded the room, broken only by the occasional gust of wind that whispered through the cracks.
As you took tentative sips from the rich red wine in your crystal goblet, you felt Dracula's intense gaze upon you. It sent shivers down your spine, but strangely, fear wasn't the emotion that coursed through your veins in this very moment. No, it was something entirely different - a mix of curiosity and a certain...excitement.
Dracula, too, found himself captivated by your presence. When you had first arrived at the castle months ago, his intention was clear - he sought a fresh and interesting source of sustenance. You had received the usual invitation to his castle, as countless others had before you for the very same reason. But from the instant you stepped through those towering doors, there was an inexplicable connection forming between the two of you, a feeling he had not experienced since his mortal days. The fool in him was almost tempted to call it love. He huffed at the thought, louder than he anticipated, as you now curiously turned your head to face him. The way your gaze clearly got lost in his icy blue eyes would have made his undead heart skip a beat, that were, if it would still be beating. He had long forgotten the taste of love, the touch of tenderness, but in your presence, those forgotten emotions stirred within him once again, like dormant embers reigniting into a blazing inferno. With each passing second, Dracula's restraint was tested. He yearned to feel the burning warmth of your skin lovingly pressed against his lips while tasting the sweetness of your life force as it flowed through your veins. Yet, he held back, knowing that once he tasted you, there would be no turning back. He was a creature of darkness after all, and you were too precious to simply feed upon, he had to give you more.
In that moment, as if you felt his silent longing, when your hand reached out to his face, halting mid movement as if the sudden courage to caress his cheek left you again, all the restraint the Count had possessed shattered like fragile glass. With a hunger that surpassed mere physical desire, he gripped your wrist and pulled you towards him, closing the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light caress. It was a kiss that held centuries of longing and unspoken truths, a kiss that transcended time itself. But as quickly as it began, it ended. Count Dracula pulled away, his eyes filled with equal parts longing and regret. He knew that allowing himself to fully indulge in this forbidden love could be his undoing and yet here, sitting beside you, he felt a sliver of hope that perhaps love could find him once more. He let go of your wrist, expecting you to retreat and rush out of the room but to his surprise, your hand moved up to finally caress his cheek.
His pale skin felt cold against your warm hand and you slowly trailed your fingers along his jawline, gliding up to the corner of his mouth and gently pressed his lip up, revealing one of his fangs. Your glance moved up, your eyes locking with his, the blue now completely superseded by a dark crimson. A mixture of emotions flickered across his face - desire, restraint and a hint of vulnerability. The Count's lips slightly parted and he let out a shaky breath, whispering your name with a voice that seemed to echo through the ages. The initial doubts and that tiny amount of cautious fear of his true nature quickly vanished as the love you harboured for the Count since you first got to know him took over. You leaned in and pressed your lips on his, your kiss dripping with much more need and passion than his earlier. The touch of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine, and you felt a surge of power and excitement coursing through you as you felt the tip of his fangs gracing the soft flesh of your bottom lip. At this moment, everything seemed to fall into place. It felt right, and you felt like you belonged to him, right here and now. You felt as if you finally arrived at home.
As the final moments of the kiss melted awayand unwillingly you left him with a mix of desire and uncertainty. The passion was intoxicating, but with the underlying darkness that rooted deep within his undead nature, he questioned whether you were truly ready to embrace a love that came with such a price.
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