they lured men in and would kill them
Why men use prostitutes
The reasons why many men pay for sex are revealed in the interviews that make up a major new piece of research
By Julie Bindel

This entire thing should be a must-read for anyone who has the standard liberal feminist stance on ~sex workers~ and their ~career choices,~ or for any radical feminists who are looking for yet more evidence that prostitution is a degradation and that johns are scum. 

Some choice excerpts:

  • “[O]f 700 men interviewed […] just over half were either married or in a relationship with a woman.”

  • [One participant] said: “I want my ideal prostitute not to behave like one,” he said, “to role-play to be a pretend girlfriend, a casual date, not business-like…”

  • “I asked [one participant] how often he thought the women he paid enjoyed the sex. ‘I don’t want them to get any pleasure,’ he told me. ‘I am paying for it and it is her job to give me pleasure. If she enjoys it I would feel cheated.’”

  • “When asked what would end ­prostitution, one interviewee laughed and said, ‘Kill all the girls.’”

  • “Almost half said they ­believed that most women in prostitution are victims of pimps ("the pimp does the ­psychological raping of the woman,” explained one), lured, tricked, or trafficked. But they still continued to visit them.”

  • “One of the most interesting findings was that many believed men would “need” to rape if they could not pay for sex on demand.”

  • “Visiting an area where prostitution is legal or openly advertised [such as Amsterdam or Thailand] had given them a renewed dedication to buying sex when they returned to the UK.”

  • “[One participant] said: ‘Look, men pay for women because he can have whatever and whoever he wants. Lots of men go to prostitutes so they can do things to them that real women would not put up with.’”

Emphasis added.

The johns interviewed were a very foul mixture of “the girls don’t even pretend to like me, it’s all robotic and mechanical :( :( :(” + “I buy access to these women so I can treat them like dirt and i want them to know it.” One of the johns interviewed even said a prostituted woman asked him to help her, said she had been tricked and brought to London on false pretenses, but he just had sex with her and left because she might have been lying to him. 

I mean… if anyone needs any more proof that men who buy women hate us, don’t care for us, don’t care about anything except their own feelings and their own orgasms, JUST ASK THE JOHNS. They tell on themselves all the damn time but for some reason certain people don’t want to hear it. 


Reverse Batfamily Fic

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Commissioner Gordon, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth

Summary: The Batfamily goes trick-or-treating

“Bruuuuuuuuuuce!” Bruce immediately held his arms out and caught Dick.

“Dick, you know you’re not supposed to slide down the banister.” Bruce’s lips twitched as he tried not to smile.

“But it’s so fun.” Dick jumped out of Bruce’s arms and spun around, flinging his arms out. “Look at the costume Alfred made for me! Isn’t it the best costume ever?”

Bruce finally took in Dick’s costume and nearly scowled, just barely able to hold it back. Dick was wearing a Superman costume; he even had the signature curled hair on his forehead.

“It’s…great.” Bruce forced a smile on his face as Dick took off, holding his arms out and making whooshing sounds. Jason was the next to bounce down the stairs, wearing a Han Solo costume.

“Bang!” Jason aimed at Bruce. “You’re dead!”

Before Bruce could say anything, he heard a scoff at the top of the stairs and looked up to see Stephanie and Cass descending, each wearing the other’s costume. “It’s not ‘bang’, Jason! It’s ‘pew pew’! Everyone knows that!”

Jason rolled his eyes. “But that sounds so lame. It doesn’t nearly sound as badass.”


Bruce was ignored as Stephanie answered Jason. “Like ‘bang’ sounds any more badass?”


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Your Song (Meg’s Musical AU Challenge!) Moulin Rouge

Originally posted by astouract

Note: Here is my Submission to @meganlpie for the Musical challenge! I had to change it to Loki, because I just couldn’t figure out a Dean story! 

Word: 2887

Warnings: Angst, and a little bit of fluff in there

Natasha sat next to Thor and Steve at the bar. The had attended the party Tony had thrown for Bruce’s birthday.  They had come from Asgard after its fall and now, Midgard was home. Even Loki had found a home on Earth, even if he was on constant surveillance. But Thor begged Tony to invite him to this party, which Loki had no interest in. Instead he sat as far away as possible, drinking piss poor (in his opinion) Midgardian alcohol. Natasha was bored, and after observing the younger brother’s behavior, decided to make conversation with the God of Thunder. “So I have to ask something,” she said as he turned his attention to the red head, “Why is your brother so hateful? I mean I get it I think, but even now when you both are on good terms, he is still being a pretty big ass. Where does that all stem from?” Thor sighed, “That is a painful subject Lady Natasha. It’s deeper than you perceive. Loki hasn’t always been like that. He was happy once, then something terrible happened. Loki had just recently been back to normal until New York.” Steve was clearly intrigued and troubled. He gave the god a stern look, “It was a woman, wasn’t it?” Thor nodded to the Captain, “Yes. Lady (Y/n). She was a wonderful woman. Pure of heart. But it was unfair.” Natasha leaned in further and poured him another drink, “Tell us a story Thunder man.”

(Many Years Ago)

Loki and his brother stood by the throne as a group of new allied Alfheim light elves filed into the great hall. Loki stood closest to his mother, Thor near Odin. “All father Odin,” said the leader, “Allow me to present you a gift. We bring you some of our most coveted resources and performers for your entertainment.” Loki had been bored up until this point. The light elves, he had never thought them trustworthy. Always acting full of themselves. They had placed what looked like a large golden water lily in the center of the floor, though it hadn’t bloomed. When the music began, the flower slowly opened up. There were five women in the flower. It seemed as if all the gold and diamonds in the realm were spilling forth from the flower. Frigga clapped in delight, and Loki let a small smile pass at the sight of his mother’s joy. Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh Loki,” she said in wonder, “Look at her.” There were four women clad in white and diamonds, dancing around the flower. In the center stood a beautiful (y/c/h) woman all in gold. She wore so many jewels that the light cast off her almost made her hard to see. But he saw her, and his heart was in his throat. The woman began to sing and Loki felt himself practically melting to his seat. He had never heard such a voice. Each note was ecstasy to his ears and he wondered if everyone in the room was feeling this way. By the time her song was over, she stood in front of the King and Queen. She bowed delicately, a sly smile across her face. Her motions were fluid, even as she walked, she seemed to float towards the throne. The light elf leader took her hand and led her to the All Father. “This is (Y/n) your grace,” he said smiling a filthy smile, “She is our finest entertainer and courtesan. She is our gift to you.” Odin kissed her hand, “It is lovely to meet you my lady. You are incredibly talented.” (Y/n) blushed then looked up, directly at one of the sons, Loki. For some reason she couldn’t pull her eyes from him. “Maybe Prince Thor would enjoy a moment alone with Lady (Y/n).” Loki’s blood began to boil. “A lady such as this is a treasure and should not be treated like the common concubine,” said Loki smugly, “I doubt he could satisfy…” Thor would never say this now, but back then he was pig headed and stubborn. “Oh I believe I could completely satisfy the lady,” Thor said looking at the woman. Loki had to quell his temper. “It is settled,” said the elf, “She will be delivered to your chambers tonight.”

Loki paced his room. It was not right. (Y/n) was delicate, to be treated gently. He needed to know more. Thor would simply use her and then throw her away. He had made up his mind. He stormed from his chambers and down the hall. Storming into his brother’s room he noticed two wine glasses, but only one enormous passed out Asgardian. Loki ran over to his slumbering brother, obviously in potion induced sleep. Shaking his head, he looked around the room. Part of him was mad he did not think of knocking out his brother first, but then again an foreign woman was loose in the palace. There was only so many places she could go. He searched high and low about the castle, then returned to her room. Opening the door slowly, he saw her sitting in her nightgown, brushing her long hair and singing. It was drawing him in. “I didnt hear a knock,” she said refraining to look at him. “Pardon my intrusion lady (Y/n),” he said walking in slowly, “I was under the assumption you were with my brother.” (Y/n) nodded. Walking over to her window, she opened the curtains. “W-what are you,” he said looking her up and down. She was much smaller than any Asgardian he had ever known, and she certainly was no light elf. “I am a Midguardian,” she said smiling, “I was captured by the light elves. I was a mutant on my home planet. They called me a siren. My mother was killed protecting me.” Loki had read about them luring men to their deaths. He thought he could follow her voice to Hel as long as she was there too. “You’re beautiful,” he said moving toward her. When he got close enough she tackled him and put her small blade to his throat. Well, he hadn’t expected that. “I will NOT be touched,” she snarled as her hair fell around his face. Studying her face, she looked like a beautiful and wild beast, and he just fell into her cage. Loki slowly put his hands up, “I would never touch…wait. Did you do this to my brother?” Her facial expression changed and she stood up slowly. “No man will touch me without consent,” she said taking a deep breath, “I simply will tell your brother of how wonderful my night was with him and he will remember nothing.” Loki rose to his feet.  "You’re not like the others are you,“ she said as she stared at the god before her. "I try not to be,” he said with a half hearted chuckle, “My brother can be a bit of an oaf.” The most melodic laugh burst forth from her lips and Loki nodded to her, “Well. Your secret is safe with me. I may have misjudged your ability to take care of yourself, so the fault is mine for intruding. Goodnight Lady (Y/n).” He kissed her hand and turned for the door when he heard her say, “Goodnight prince Loki. I shall hope to see more of you in the coming days.”

And you did see him, every day. You were to a fro through the palace. You sat with him in the library, listening adamantly at his elaborate tales of Asgardian triumph as well as battles. You were amazed at his skill in magic as well as fighting. Spoiling him, you had given him permission to listen to you practice. He would never get up and leave, but stand and clap when you were done. There was not many days in Asgard that you had not shared together. Loki was constantly dazzling you would magical tricks and his abilities. As the God of Mischief, his power was beyond anything you had ever witnessed. But sometimes you caught yourself staring at those carved cheekbones. That devilish smile. You would be lying if you said you did not want to touch his soft black hair. But you knew why you were there, and you would never be free if you stopped now.

One evening, Loki sat near the fire in your chambers. You sat next to him singing, as he stared into the fire. “Loki,” you stop and pat his leg, “What’s wrong?” He kept his gaze locked on the flames. “Nothing,” he said with a sigh. His broad shoulders sunk a bit. “You may be the God of lies, but you cannot lie to me,” you shoved him a little and he smiles. “Alright,” he said moving a hand through his raven hair, “I wish to tell someone I have, feelings for them.” You gather the sides of your nightgown and scoot closer, “Loki. You hesitated. This girl, how did you meet?” You wanted to help him, he seemed bothered. “She fell into my lap,” the curves of his mouth turned upward, “the fiercest warrior I have ever met. Capable of staying alive under amazing circumstances. And she is a Goddess.” You nodded and wrung your hands in your lap. Why did you feel hurt? “A goddess,” you fought to hide the shake in your voice, “That should be no problem for you. And any woman would be lucky to have you.” The silence was deafening. As you look up, you notice he was staring at you, “Something on my face?” He laughs and shakes his head, “No my dear. I shall take my leave.” As he stood, you internally panicked. What if he went and told her he loved her? Wait, not your problem. “Loki,” you almost shouted. He spun on his heel and snickered, “I am right here. No need to yell.” He was a foot away from the door. “Don’t go,” your voice was softer now. Loki let go of the door handle and took one step forward. His usually smooth voice was almost a growl, “Why shouldn’t I?” You cross the room in the least amount of steps you can take, pushing him against the door. Loki studies your face, then moved a hand to your cheek. His hand was as cold as ice and the Goosebumps formed Instantaneously. “Just one kiss,” you say resting your head against yours. In one fatal swoop, he captured your lips, and knocked the wind out of you. You broke apart, panting heavily. Loki’s eyes were blown with lust, “I do not think I will ever leave your side again my lady.”

That night he made love to you like a wild and untamed beast, then held you the next morning like you were made of glass. “(Y/n), love,” he whispered in your ear to wake you. You rolled over seeing his warm smile light up the room, “Mmmm and you keep whispering in my ear and you may not make it to training this evening.” Loki leaned in and placed his lips next to your ear, “I would be happy to tempt my fate.” Rolling over, he was smiling and you looked him over. “Do I have something on my face,” he chuckled tucking one free slender arm behind his head. The realization hit you, “I-I believe I’m in love with a prince named Loki.” His smile turned into an amused laugh as he gently brushed your cheek with his thumb, “and I you, (Y/n) of Midgard.” Loki flipped you to your back, then there was suddenly a knock at tour door and you began to panic. Luckily it was just a handmaiden, “Lady (Y/n) please get dressed. The light elves have returned.” Your blood ran cold. Not now. Not this. “I will be a while,” you yell as you lay back down on Loki’s chest, “I must get ready.” You were fighting tears. They had come to take you back. You wouldn’t give them what they wanted. Loki, who was already rather exhausted from lack of sleeping the night before, pulled you close. You tried to hide your sniffling, you started singing in to the crook of his neck,

“And you can tell everybody,
This is your song.
It may be quite simple but,
Now that it’s done.
Hope you don’t mind,
I hope you don’t mind,
That I put down in words.
How wonderful life is,
Now you’re in the world.”

As he fell asleep, you slowly crept from the bed to warn someone. You loved Loki, more than anything in the nine realms. You would not break his heart, you would not betray his trust.

Loki stood before his father in the Great Hall before the arrival of the Light Elves. “What is it you wish to speak to me of my son,” said Odin curiously, “It is odd for you to request your mother’s presence, much less my own.” Loki beamed at his parents, “I have decided on whom I shall share my life with.” Frigga clapped with joy, “Oh my son. Who is this woman you speak of with such love?” Loki became nervous, “It is (Y/n).” Odin looked taken aback, “The singing mortal whore?” Loki became enraged, “How dare you! How dare you speak of her in this way! She feels love and kindness towards all of you. She never slept with Thor.” Odin fell gravely silent. Loki wouldn’t give up. They would run if they had to. “We will discuss this later my son,” said Odin shaking his head, “But ask yourself. Does she possess the characteristics of a Queen?”

Loki sat near the throne, puzzled at the absence of his brother. He was still rather aggravated at the accusations of his father. The entire kingdom seemed to have come for the arrival and (Y/n) was entertaining the masses. Loki was especially excited because he had helped her pick the song that she would perform. They had listened to it on a little Midgardian music device she had carried from home. The song was breathtaking, and it had been by an Alien named Bowie she knew of. He watched her sway her body to the music as his little songbird captivated the crowd. She lit up like a burning star and Loki could never look away.  All of the sudden, the room grew quiet. (Y/n) began to sing the song she had sang to him that morning. Loki noticed her demeanor had changed and a single tear fell from her eye. Something was wrong. He scanned the room but no sign of movement. Stopping suddenly she yelled out, “Its a trap! They are not here for peace! They are going to kill you all!” As the words left her lips, Loki watched an Elven guard near the front shoot his love through the heart with an arrow. (Y/n) fell to the ground and the room erupted into chaos. Running full sprint, Loki caught her head before it hit the ground. “N-no,” he whimpered, “No. You did not, you did not do this. We could have been…” (Y/n) lifted her head slightly, “I love you Loki. I will always love you.” He touched her forehead, hoping to see her last thoughts. He held her limp body and as the fighting died down, Odin approached his son. Weeping on the great hall floor, he approached his son. “We must prepare her for Valhalla,” he said gently as possible, “One of the Elves your brother took prisoner said she was sent as a spy. But she betrayed them. For you.” He turned to look at his father, madness etched on his face. “Nothing can bring her back,” said Loki picking up her body, “your words mean little to me.” All of Asgard watched as Loki carried her to await her final rest.

Thor sat next to his brother on the step outside the castle garden. Loki sat with a small scrap of paper in his hand. “Brother,” Thor said softly, “I know you loved her. And I am sorry that I….” Loki chuckled, thinking of his clever little lover. “She never slept with you brother,” he had a smirk plastered across his face, “She knocked you unconscious thanks to a little potion she had made.” Thor shrugged, “All for the best then.” He sat down next to his brother, “What made her so different brother?” Loki looked at the big ox of a brother sitting next to him. “I suppose it was her voice,” he said looking at the piece of paper, “she was more clever than I. Her beauty. Her fire. It could have been any of those things. But I think it is because, she accepted me. For everything I am.” His brother put his enormous bear paw of a hand on his brother’s shoulder, patted him and took his leave. Loki looked once more at the paper, before folding it and putting it in the pocket next to his heart. She had left it on his pillow the morning before her death. In her handwriting it said, “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return. -(Y/n)”

Long Lost Brothers Pt. 3

Summary: the brothers find out they have a sister

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, sister!reader

Word Count: 1,155

Warnings: Swearing, torture (mental and physical)

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Part 1
Part 2

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Her phone is probably with her, right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, so? She’s not answering.” Dean answered, panic starting to burn inside him.

“Let’s just track her number.” Sam said, getting his phone out and pulling up your contact. 

Sam’s eyes widened when the location popped up. “What, where is she?” Dean asked, eager for an answer. “The shifter has her.” Sam said, worried. They both gathered their things and headed out to find you. 


You woke up. Pain throbbing through out your head. You squinted your eyes, adjusting to the lighting, then you looked around. Trying to get up, you were stopped by ropes, holding you down in a chair. You didn’t recognize the room you were in, until it clicked in your head. The shifter had got you. You wriggled around in the chair trying to reach your phone in your back pocket.

“Looking for this?” A voice said, getting your attention. Your head sprung up to see a tall man standing in front of you. It was Sam. He threw your phone on the ground, shattering it instantly. 

“So. You really thought that we were your brothers.” The shifter chuckled. 

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Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience

Written for @spnkinkbingo | Link to AO3
Square: Bloodplay
Pairing: unrelated Sam/Dean
Wordcount: 4,084
Rating: NC-17
Tags: dub con, hunter!sam, vampire!dean, blood play, rough sex

Summary: A string of bloodless bodies brings Sam to the door of The Old Rock. A mysterious priest wants to keep him there.

Thanks to @nigeltde-fic for the beta on this! You are the best!

Sam squints up at the bell tower of the church and back down at the photo in his hand. Forty years ago this must have been a nice building but rain and wind and time had worn down its white clapboard to a washed out grey. He starts to stuff the snapshot in his coat pocket, but pulls it back out again. A burn mark, dark and blistered, runs down the tower from where a wooden cross was shown in the photo.

The wind blows cool at his back as he stands alone in the parking lot. He looks up at the grey sky and closes his eyes against the rain.The drops fall heavy and wet on his skin before running down his face. A crunch of gravel sounds behind him and his gaze snaps back to the Impala where it sits alone on the crushed grey rock. Sam tenses but the car is only surrounded by emptiness and a few broken beer bottles.

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Always You

Originally posted by supernaturalismykryptonite

Summary: Sam and the reader have been best friends for years, not going any further in their relationship. They are both in love with each other, but none of them want to say anything. One night, they both go out with Dean to a local bar when they’re on a case and things get heated up when jealousy overcomes Sam…

Request: Hello! Can I please have a story where me and Sam are “best friends” but he’s too shy to say anything and he gets a little jealous when we go out, I’m 5'1 with brown curly hair, idk if that matters but just in case lol

Pairing/Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean Winchester, Random sleazy guy

Word Count: 1328

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language, violence

A/N: Hey guys! Posted a mobile masterlist! Click here and….HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED PADALECKI!!!!! LOVE YOU 

“Sam!” (Y/N) whined as Sam picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She laughed, her face becoming red from being upside down. Dean sat from afar with a beer in his hand, shaking his head.

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American Gods Alphabet: Rusalka

I really love American Gods and mythology so I made an alphabetic list of every reference made in the novel.

Read the whole encyclopedia here

Rusalka (434)

Rusalka (Slavic) Water spirit born from the souls of young women or girls who died an unnatural or violent death in or around a body of water (usually lakes). The spirit of the young woman would then inhabit the lake as a Rusalka. Rusalki often appear as beautiful women, luring men into the water and drowning them. As a result, when people swam in these lakes they would often put fern in their hair to prevent being pulled down by the water spirits. Despite taking the appearance of seductive women, Rusalki have translucent skin, with hair that is eternally wet, they are often characterized by the sadness in their eyes. They are particularly active on nights of a new moon, where they venture out of the water and dance in clearings in the woods. Their laughter during this time can kill any who ventures too close. One can free a young girl’s spirit from being a Rusalka by avenging her death. They bear many similarities to mermaids and sirens.

All names/terms are depicted with the page in which they first appear in the American Gods Tenth Anniversary Edition of the author’s preferred text.

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Heart In The Ocean

A/N: This is my entry for the Gods and Monsters challenge hosted by @moonlitskinwalker [Happy Birthday for the 26th! Hope you have a great day!<3] my God/Monster was ‘Mermaid’ and my prompt was ‘I can’t believe I thought I could trust you.’ 

This is also my entry for the album fanfic writing challenge hosted by @mrs-squirrel-chester​  my song inspiration for this fic was Nothing Left To Say/Rocks - Imagine Dragons from the album Night Visions. [If you’re ever looking for fic inspiration, I definitely recommend them! Their songs are beyond amazing.]

{Sidenote: mare maleficus means sea witch in latin.}

Summary: You’re a Mermaid whose returned to land looking for a weapon to take out your kin after they recently killed half a dozen innocent men out at sea. But what happens when you meet the Winchesters who are after the same thing?

Characters: Dean x Mermaid!Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: language, angst, implied smut, character death(s), more angst, un beta’d

as always, feedback is much loved!

‘Who knows how long I’ve been awake now?
The shadows on my wall don’t sleep
They keep calling me, beckoning,

You’d never felt the way about anyone like you had about Dean Winchester.  

You were investigating a case where a group of men had hired out a boat from the docks, and only one came back alive. That’s when you first met Sam and Dean Winchester. 

The other five men on the boat were taken over board by what the man described as the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, and that they had scaled tails and fins. You knew it was probably the work of your mermaid kin. But, you had to make sure it was really them who’d been doing the killing, after all there were many more monsters who swam beneath the sea. You were thankful your Father had been human, it seemingly gave you a lot more control on the urge to kill while you were in your Mermaid form.    

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13?! I love your work btw!!!

13.too loud - i dunno what you were thinking of when you sent this anon but i must be filthy because this is what i came up with, and it’s not as micro as it should be either haha. 

Masquerade verse cos i can - also nsfw.

Victor was quite convinced that Yuuri was going to get them both killed, and there wasn’t a damn thing he was going to do to stop it. 

Not when Yuuri was on his knees in the bathroom stall of the restaurant they’d met at that was crawling with Victor’s men. There’d been no other option this time, and that only seemed to excite Yuuri all the more.

So they’d met under the guise of business as usual, and Yuuri had foregone all conversation to invite him to the bathroom instead, to lure him with his pretty eyes and suggestive lips; and Victor would follow a sight like that to the ends of the earth and beyond. 

Now Yuuri was kneeling in front of him, pink lips wrapped around his cock, taking Victor to the back his throat with a quiet moan like it was the only thing that could ever fill him up.

And it was Victor who couldn’t restrain himself, couldn’t stop the ‘oh yes,’ and the ‘please’ falling from his lips over and over again as Yuuri pinned his hips against the stall door with his mouth. 

Then Yuuri stopped, he stopped and looked up at Victor with too teasing kisses to the head of his dick before he stood up with a smirk and leant against Victor’s chest. 

Without a word; he curled a single finger around Victor’s tie and pulled, he pulled until the silk fell loose and the tie coiled into his open hand as it fell.

There was nothing Victor was going to do to stop this either, because Yuuri pulled Victor’s mouth open with a gentle touch and proceeded to stuff that silk in his mouth; inch by inch until it was all in.

“You’re too loud, Victor.” Yuuri whispered against his neck with nips of teeth.

Victor didn’t care, he just moaned around the fabric in his mouth as Yuuri sunk back to his knees and made Victor want to scream

send me a number and i’ll write a micro prompt

The myth of the Huldra predates even the oldest Norse Mythology, originating in the time when mankind lived off nature, scavenging the forests, rather than agriculture and farming.

The Huldra protected the forest and all the flora and fauna within. Her home was a single large tree surrounded by smaller trees in a grove. She appeared as a beautiful young woman but this was not her true appearance. Few had seen her true image and fewer still had lived to talk of it. She would lure men into the woods with her song and depending on their character would either kill them or marry them.

She was neither good nor bad, instead she would respond to the intentions and actions of the person who encountered her. If a hunter was kind to her she would assist the hunt. To gain her favour she could be offered blood but one must be careful that she did drink them dry.

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Vampire! Calum

Words: 2.8K

Warning: Smut! 

Summary: Y/N is a vampire slayer and come’s across Calum hood who is a vampire. There families have always been at war killing one another, but what happens when Y/N tries to kill him?

Michael Ashton Luke

Being born into a family of Vampire slayers was not easy. Every few weeks they would plan an attack making sure they had all equipment and have garlics around there neck if it went wrong. Most nights they would bring back a pair of fangs as a trophy. You always wanted to get out of the vampire slaying business, you’d never admit that though to your dad. When you were 5 your mum got killed by a vampire, your older brothers and father had always gone out killing as many vampires as they could. Once they even killed the queen vampire Liz Hemming’s. She was adored amongst vampires, I had always heard stories about her and her vampire family. The Hemming’s, Irwin’s, Clifford’s and my favourites the Hoods. Now it wasn’t because they were the nicest vampires, far from that. 

The Hood’s were one of the most deadliest family vampires. There mother Joy, name deceiving against her actual personality. Joy was the mother, she would use calls to group up on people as some were hypnotised by the calls and she would pounce on the killing them and taking them back to her family. The hood father was a complete sicko, he was the one who would kill small children and teenagers, but thats all behind now because my father killed him. Mali-Koa the eldest of the children, she would lure the men in and kill them with some really cool things. I’ve hear she has a poison lipstick in which the poison from the fangs is made up into the shape of a common lipstick and used to drug men and kill them.

The worst Hood family member was Calum. He was the youngest of them and by far the smartest. My dad had managed to catch him on camera a few times and I’ve got to say I was hypnotised. He was beautiful and thats probably why he has the most kills being at the age of 20. Tonight you were planning on going hunting. You had been before, you had even killed one alongside your brothers. But tonight you were going alone and you were more excited then scared. Especially since it was Wednesday. This was the day Calum Hood was out and about, you knew that because you were patrolling him. He was clever but you were by far smarter. You had been watching his every move for around 2 months. 

You walked into your front room dressed in leather jumper and leather pants strapped with a belt with Vampire weapons. Your hair was put up in a ponytail and your nails were sculptured to perfection. In my belt I had a knife, stun gun and a garlic spray. I also kept another knife strapped to my thigh and another in my boot. My dad was sat on the sofa along with my brothers as they watched some documentary on werewolves. 

“Hey guys I’m off out tonight”

“You finally going to kill him” My eldest brother asked


“I want you to kill him, bring back his fangs” My dad said handing me a tub. 

“Of course” I smiled. I walked out the front door strapping my back pack and slowly making my way towards the car. I drove to the place which Calum was always at, the willow forrest, but the place Calum was at was just on the outskirts of the forest a local pub which was shaded all round. It was the vampires favourite restaurant to go as they weren’t exposed to much sunlight either, as most of them couldn’t go into the sun unless they had a spell on them and the only ones who did were the Irwin family as they all went to school. Calum had a small spell on him that only made him stay in the sun for a hour a day, this is how he lures his victims into the forest, so then he can kill them.

I parked outside the forrest it wasn’t dark yet. In fact all the children from the local school were coming out. I waited in my car watching all the school kids run out, I’m glad my family pulled me out of this shit-hole as a vampire hunter that was my actual job now. I got out of my car wearingly as I spotted Harry Irwin, the baby vampire. I walked passed him and he didn’t seem to take any notice. I made my way behind the restaurant but saw him.

Calum Hood biting into some poor girls flesh, his next victim. I’m surprised he’s doing it in the daylight. I ran over pushing Calum off her and got out my vampire sting gun and shot him. I bent down checking the girls pulse, she was still breathing, luckily. I felt Calum stir and got out my knife. He was too quick pushing me down and clamping my neck in his tanned hands. I squirmed underneath him as he leant down licking over my neck.

I kicked him in crotch and he let out a groan. I quickly turned over getting my knife and stabbing him in the lower abdomen. He tore my hand away from him throwing the knife on the floor, but not before accidentally swiping it against my cheek. I felt a stinging sensation as he pushed me up against the wall. I punched him in the jaw and he fell back down to the floor. The girl on the floor was breathing deeply and was looking up at me. I leant down as she clutched her neck.

“Are you ok?” I asked her, she nodded her head but then her eyes went wide. I saw another shadow come running closer but I felt a thump on my head before I could see anyone.

Thats when I passed out. 

I fluttered my eyes open adjusting my eyes to the darkness and looking around around. There were glints of light sparkling through the green leaves and the floor was covered in dried mud. I moved my head, I was perch up on a tree and I felt some bark drop beneath me. I tried moving but I felt something tightly tied around my hands, I looked around seeing a light brown rope made in nots around my arms. I stood up as best as I could and let out a huff leaning against the tree. 

“Whats your name?” A voice said, but instantly I recognised it. I looked around not seeing anyone.

“Y/N, but you already know that don’t you”

“You’re from a family of Vampire hunters, you’ve been watching me for what 6? 8? weeks. You think you’re smart don’t you” 

“How’d you even know that? and yes I am smart” I sighed  

“Same reason you know me, your father killed my dad and I’ve been wanting to kill you for months, you’re not that smart sweetheart look where you are” he said angrily. He came jumping down from the tree and landed in front of me with a loud bang. The dirt around swooped up and stood still as I rubbed the dirt out of my eyes. I looked up and peered at Calum. He was beautiful, for a vampire he had golden skin and not pale. He had caramel eyes and big plump lips. I back up against a tree as he walked forwards. His jet black cape dragging across the floor and his black jeans complimented with a white shirt. Although that sound like a typical outfit it really wasn’t. 

“I’m so sorry” I whispered, shaking my head.

“You’re sorry?” He asked 

“Yeah, I lost my mother by a vampire when I was little” I sighed avoiding his gaze.

“So you came to seek revenge” he spat



“I’ve decide against it”

“Was it my charming good looks or the fact you’re tied up?” He smirked

“No, this can’t keep going on our people killing your people I won’t kill you, you can kill me if you must” I mumbled closing my eyes. I heard a snicker and I felt a presence press up against me, I opened my eyes seeing Calum’s now red eyes boring into my skin. I took a deep breath and Calum inched closer to my neck. I was prepared for the worst but he kissed my neck lightly. I let out my breath and turned my head. He looked up smiling at me his fangs on display and I scrunch my eyebrows together. 

“I’m not going to kill you” he grinned

“And why’s that?”

“Theres something about you” he snarled tugging on the rope. His face was inches away from mine and he bit lightly on my lip. His fangs digging into the flesh of my lip. I must say I was getting turned on by him and his arm stroking down my side. I tugged on the rope and sucked on his bottom lip, edging my face closer to his. He tugged on the rope which slipped down my hands and fell on the floor. My hands instantly went to his shirt ripping it open and kissing him deeply. I entered my tongue into his mouth and he tasted blood. I pulled away kissing him one more time before kissing down his his chest. 

“You know for a vampire you’re extremely sexy”

“Yeah” he whispered stroking over my face “For a human you’re pretty sexy yourself” I bit my lip untying the black cape and watching it drop to the floor. He reached down for my leather jacket unzipping it and pulling it off my shoulders. He pulled me closer to him by my belt and slipped his hands down my trousers. His calloused fingers rubbed over my panties as he sucked on my jaw. I reached down unbuttoning his trousers and kissing his plump lips, I moved my hands underneath his trousers round to his ass giving it a squeeze. I kicked my shoes off, grinding my body into his. 

“God daym Y/N” He groaned his hands coming towards my boobs stroking them in his hands, under my bra. His thumbs rubbed over my nipples pulling onto them and sucking onto the skin around my nipple. I moaned as he ripped open my bra with his teeth and threw it on the floor. He pushed me up on the tree, sucking onto my nipple and rolling the other in his hand. I whined digging my nails into his ass and pulling down his trousers. I reached for his back pulling him into me and clawing at his back. He let out a hiss kissing back up my chest, but then dragging his fangs down my stomach leaving two lines of blood. He licked back up and nuzzled his head into my neck sucking over a spot and licking over it. 

“Calum” I whimpered, he just smirked reaching down and pulling my trousers off my legs so I was left in just my panties. He let out a groan getting down to his knees and kissing my thighs. 

“Even though you have a knife strapped to your thigh its still so fucking sexy” he whispered tugging at the strap and throwing the knife else where. His eyes locked on mine as he pulled down my panties and licked in-between my folds. Going straight to sucking on my clit.

“You have such a pretty pussy Y/N” He mumbled pecking my clit and running his thumb over my folds spreading them, the rest of his hands resting on my thighs. His pink lips latched around my clit rolling it around his tongue. I arched my back off the tree grinding into his face. 

“Keep still Y/N or I’ll tie you up again” I moaned running my hands through his hair as he wiggled his tongue lapping at my juices. I felt on of his hands come up to mine griping my left moving towards my right holding them still. His lips detached from my pussy and grabbing hold of the rope. He pushed my hands behind me tying them up. He got to his feet, pushing my lips to his tasting my juices over his tongue. I let out a moan tugging on my restraints and licking over his lips. He stood away from me pulling down his trousers and licking over his lips looking me straight in the eye. He slowly tugged them off his legs and stroked over his bulge in his boxers smirking at me. I let a whine as he pulled down his boxers, slightly but teasingly, not all the way just a bit showing the top of his dick. 

“Do you want me Y/N?” He smirked. I placed one of my legs over the other, pressing them together and leant on the tree biting my lip. 

“Would you just fuck me already Vampire” I groaned rolling my eyes. He teared of his boxers strutting over to me and wrapping his hand round my neck and kissing me biting a hold of my lips. He pushed me down to my knees, luckily underneath me was Calum’s cloak so my knees weren’t going to get dirty. Calum held his dick in front of my face and swiped it against my lips. I stuck my tongue out licking over his tip and swirling it around. He pushed his dick into my mouth as I sucked on his tip and edging my mouth down, taking him all in. I bobbed my head on his dick making sure it stayed in the same place but it was hard as my hands were tied up.

“Can I fuck your mouth Y/N?” He asked taking me off his dick, I nodded looking up at him as he grinned, pushing his dick into my mouth. His hands came around the back of my head, which were now fully pushed against the tree. He thrusted into me, his balls slapping against my chin. He let out groans of my name and tugged harder on my hair. He thrusted deep down my throat as I felt tears prick at my eyes when he hit my gag reflex. I coughed around him as he pulled out. 

“You ok?” He asked wiping my eyes and pulling me up by my hair. 

“Yeah, I want your cock”

Calum smirked and undid the rope behind me, bending me against the tree and he ran his dick over my wet folds. His hips connected to my ass as his dick sunk all the way into me. I didn’t have enough time to get used to his size as he was relentlessly pounding into me. I grabbed a hold of the tree, few buts of bark falling of into my hand. Calum’ big tanned dick was rubbing against my walls the tip pulsating in my pussy. I felt some pre-cum dribble in my pussy and slide down my legs. Calum’s hand came to my hips, stroking over them as he let out small breaths. I leant back into his chest as he groaned into my ear.

“Feel good getting fucked by a vampire?” he rasped

“Feels great”

His dick slipped out of me so I reached down circling his dick around my entrance and sliding him back in, he slow grinded. Reaching one of his hands round and squeezing my breast in his hand, the other pulling on my hair. I felt his tip hit my g-spot making my pussy throb and my hands clasp his thighs leaving scratch marks down them.

Calum’s hand came down slapping onto my ass as it rippled in his hand, causing me to clench my pussy around him at the pleasure. I placed both my hands onto the tree letting out gasps as I pushed back on Calum’s dick trying to get the same rhythm as he was as I felt a wave of pleasure crash over me. I fell to the floor onto his black cloak as Calum sat down, thrusting his cock back into me making my sensitive clit flutter. He shut his eyes and pulled out his dick tugging onto is and shooting his cum on the forest floor. I looked at him and boy, did he look like a sexy god. I rested my head on his black cloak as he leant down his lips hovering over mine.

“You’re my human now Y/N” He rasped, I moaned stroking over his chest. I reached for my knife in my boot, kissing Calum one last time before I stabbed him right in the chest, this time right in his heart. He started spluttering out blood and looked at me, his eyes now fading to a dull grey colour. I tried to push him off me but he was too fast biting down on my neck realising the poison into my body. My neck started to burn as the poison travelled down my body.

I was always going to kill him, whether I be dead alongside him.

Plot twist :) 



Kenneth Alessio Bianchi was born in Rochester, New York, to a prostitute who gave him up for adoption two weeks after he was born. He was adopted at three months by Frances Scioliono and her husband Nicholas Bianchi in Rochester, is an American serial killer. Bianchi and his cousin Angelo Buono, Jr., together are known as the Hillside Stranglers. He is serving a term of life imprisonment in Washington. Bianchi is also a suspect in the Alphabet murders, three unsolved murders in his home city of Rochester.

Bianchi and Buono would usually cruise around Los Angeles in Buono’s car and use fake badges to persuade girls that they were undercover cops. Their victims were women and girls aged 12 to 28 from various walks of life. They would then order the girls into Buono’s “unmarked police car” and drive them home to torture and murder them.

Both men would sexually abuse their victims before strangling them. They experimented with other methods of killing, such as lethal injection, electric shock, and carbon monoxide poisoning. Even while committing the murders, Bianchi applied for a job with the Los Angeles Police Department and had even been taken for several rides with police officers while they were searching for the Hillside Strangler.

On January 11, 1979, Bianchi lured two female students into a house he was guarding. The women were 22-year-old Karen Mandic and 27-year-old Diane Wilder, and were students at Western Washington University. He forced the first student down the stairs in front of him and then strangled her. He murdered the second young girl in a similar fashion. Without help from his partner, he left many clues and police apprehended him the next day. A California driver’s license and a routine background check linked him to the addresses of two Hillside Strangler victims.

Alexander Pichushkin, aka the “Chessboard Killer” was well known along the leafy lanes of Moscow’s Bitsevsky Park. The 33-year-old shop worker would play games of chess with strangers and even invite them for a drink afterwards. When he began killing, Pichushkin lured his victims, who were mostly elderly men, to a secluded area of the park before attacking them with a hammer. Sometimes, he would ask them to join in a toast to his deceased dog- drinking a full glass of vodka next to the graveside before killing them.


caspian called the kings and queens of old to help put him on the telmarine throne. but the kingdomless children had other ideas. the pevensies called on the forces of the white witch to defeat the telmarine army and the lion who had forgotten them. they were known as the rulers of the golden age, but their light turned dark. righteousness no longer followed them, only destruction. the kings and queens were no longer known as the valiant, magnificent, just, or gentle. though lucy was still brave, the deceitful suited her better. you would think lucy was the same lighthearted girl she was from thousands of years ago when you saw her dancing around. but there were no dryads there, just the dead bodies of her enemies. peter became a ruthless killer. he felt no pain for his army, nor any pity for the innocent creatures he had slain. he was dubbed the bloodthirsty, but not one dared to call the high king anything other than magnificent to his face. edmund was drawn under jadis’ charm, but this time he wasn’t afraid of her power. susan began to admire the woman who reigned over narnia for so long, and desperately wanted to learn her secrets. under the counsel of the white witch, edmund and susan were taught the art of dark magic. edmund learned, and was later known for, ripping the hearts out of his enemies and crushing them. that is when people started calling him the heartless. susan used spells, charms, her beauty, and her mind to lure men and creatures to were they would be killed. it was a deathtrap, but she seemed so honest that the men couldn’t resist. susan would be called the enchanting for ages. years had passed and there was no longer any resemblance to the four children who stumbled into a wardrobe on a rainy day. no, these were experienced warriors who reclaimed their kingdom, tamed a wild lion, and did whatever it took to stay in their beloved land. (insp)


You were like a siren, luring men to their death. Your job was simple really, you seduced men and tricked them into thinking there was no issue between them and J. Most men were easy enough, give them a drink, show a little skin here and there and convince them to come back to J’s club with you. You knew once you delivered these men J would kill them, but you never stuck around to watch. You were the key piece in Mister J’s game, and you never lost. Tonight however, was presenting itself as a challenge. You circled the man sitting in the leather black chair batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke. “Mister J is growing impatient Nick, he wants his money.” Nick remained calm, and surprisingly so as he spoke. “He doesn’t want my money sweetie, he wants my head. There’s a reason they call you the angel of death.” You bent over resting your hands against the chair on either side of  Nick.  "We both know that if Mister J wanted you dead, you’d be dead already.“ Nick let out a small laugh. "You have a reputation y/n, you collect men and lead them to the slaughter. How does a girl like you end up working jobs like this anyway?” You stood back a serious expression now plastered on your face. “A girl like me has bills to pay, and in this field I have to do very little to get paid a lot of money.” The grin never left his face. “You may be able to fool other men with that sweet smile and sexy charm, but today you go back to Joker empty handed.” You walked toward Nick and snaked your arm around his shoulder. “Aw come on Nick, just come back to the club with me and we can work this all out.” Nick stood up from his seat and proceeded to walk to the door. “It’s a death trap and I’m not walking into it.” And with that he left you alone in the back room. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. J was gonna be pissed.

You returned to J’s club without Nick and headed to his office. You knew he would be angry that you didn’t deliver. You had never before returned to the club empty handed and you expected nothing less than to pay the price for it, what that price was however you weren’t sure. You stood outside J’s office preparing for the worst. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. J’s right hand man Frost greeted you from the other side. “Y/n.” You faked a confident smile and addressed him as you walked past. “Hiya Frostie.” J looked up from his desk with a smile on his face when he heard your voice. “Ah, y/n, have ya got a present for me?” Your smile faltered a bit. “Not exactly Mister J, he uh, um. I couldn’t get him to come back with me. He knows you want him dead J.” J’s smile faded and was replaced by a  look of seriousness. “Are you losing your touch y/n? Perhaps you’re not as valuable as you use to be.” J stood up from his desk. “Please J, I haven’t lost anything, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve and I can get him here.” J walked toward you and your heart began to race. He ran one hand down your shoulder before he spoke. “I suggest you use those tricks then doll, I’d hate to see a pretty little thing like you laying dead in a gutter somewhere.”  You shuttered at the thought. “I’ll bring him to you J I swear.” J’s smile returned. “That’s my girl." 

Originally posted by fandcm-world

J walked back to his desk and pulled out a gun from one of the drawers and held it out to you. "Take this doll, you’re gonna need it.” A look of confusion spread across your face. “U-um why would I need it?” J cocked his head to the side. “You see doll, I’m afraid I’m a bit busy this evening and since you couldn’t deliver to me sooner you’re just gonna have to finish the job yourself.” J tried to put the gun in your hand but you pulled away. “Killing wasn’t part of my contract J.” J grabbed your hand and forced the gun inside of it as he spoke. “And if you read the fine print you would know that you do what I say when I say it.” His grip was tight around your wrist. You shook your head. “I won’t do it.” J grabbed both your shoulders and lowered his voice. “You’ll kill this man or I’ll have Frost kill you.” J released you and began to walk away. You felt yourself becoming angry and couldn’t stop the words as they poured out of your mouth. “I told you from the beginning I won’t kill people!” J turned around and faced you again but remained silent as you continued. “I have always delivered. Do you know the things I’ve had to do to get some of these men to walk to their death freely!? Do you think it’s easy to do what I do!? Easy would be putting a bullet in their brain but I can’t bring myself to do such an awful thing!  You want him dead J? Do it yourself!” You raised the gun that was still in your hand almost involuntarily and pointed it at J. What were you doing, you just went completely bat shit insane on mister J. You expected to be dead in seconds but instead J let out his famous laugh and lunged for you, knocking the gun from your hand. He had you pinned against his desk and your anger turned to fear as J spoke. “My. My. My. Quite a mouth you’ve got.” J’s fingers were firmly wrapped around your throat but caused you no discomfort. “I’ve never seen this side of you before y/n. I like it.” J ran his tongue over his silver teeth and let out a low growl. His hand left your neck and fell on your jaw pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You were shocked at first but J pulled you closer to him and kissed you more deeply. You were breathless, a few minutes ago you were sure this man was going to kill you, but now his soft lips are pressed against yours and you didn’t want it to end. J pulled away wearing a wide grin. “How would you like a promotion doll?”

Originally posted by murderous-manipulative-angel

Shown above is a picture of prostitute Jerry Howell, victim of serial killer Robert Berdella, who killed 6 men between 1984-1987 in Kansas City, Missouri. Howell, who was a friend of Berdella’s, was drugged, kept in his basement overnight, raped, and eventually asphyxiated. 

Berdella’s MO consisted of luring his victims to his house, where he would then get them drunk or drug them with standard sedatives or animal tranquilizers. Once they were unconscious, the killer would restrain them in his basement from anywhere from a night to several weeks and begin to torture or sodomize them, documenting it all with a camera and a “torture log.” The torture involved electrical shocks, applying bleach onto their eyes, forcing drain cleaner onto their vocal cords, and trying to gouge out their eyes “to see what would happen.” 

Berdella also claimed to inject them with antibiotics to keep them alive longer, saying he was trying to “help” them and referring to them as his “playtoys.” Once the torture was over, Berdella would asphyxiate them with a plastic bag, cut slits in their bodies, drain them of blood in a bathtub, and dismember them with kitchen knives and a chainsaw. He would then proceed to leave their body parts in garbage bags for garbage men to pick up, occasionally keeping some of them as trophies and burying them in his backyard.

Once apprehended, Berdella claimed that he never wanted his victims to die. He explained that he wanted them to be his sex slaves instead. Berdella also believed that he was a moral person who merely made a mistake, and in an attempt to prove that, set up a trust fund for the families of his victims. 


Ate People To Impress His Girlfriend
Alexander Bychkov

Between 2009 and 2012 in Russia, Alexander Bychkov lured old men mainly alcoholics or tramps and would kill them with a hammer or knife. Bychkov who called himself “rambo”, would then dismember and dispose of the body parts in his backed or the cities dump. The liver, heart and muscles he kept to eat. 

After being arrested they found his diary in which he confessed to killing 11 people. It also stated that he only began killing after his girlfriend kicked him out and he wanted to win her back. 

In 2013, Alexander Bychkov was found to suffer from mixed personality disorder but was deemed competent to stand trial. He was found guilty of 9 murders and sentenced to life in prison

Early Life 

Born in 1988 in Russia, both Alexander Bychkov’s parents Irina and Vladmir were alcoholics. As a child Vladmir committed suicide and Alex blamed this on his mothers infidelities. Alex and his brother were forced to work on a vegetable plant from a young age where they were beaten if they didn’t come home with enough money. Alex’s brother was badly beaten after being thrown out of a car and received brain damage, meaning Alex left college to care for him.


Dean Corll - ‘The Candyman’

Following a rough upbringing, Indiana-born Dean Corll was drafted into military service, where he first displayed signs of homosexuality. He had lived with his mother for most of his life, and when she remarried and moved to Texas, Corll took full advantage of his new stepfather’s business as a confectioner. He would hand out free “samples” of his candy to his would-be victims. Moreover, he would host parties for young men and boys, and these mostly revolved around glue and paint sniffing. It was at this time, after his cheap highs, that his sadistic streak was revealed- He was heavily into bondage, and this power play would show in his murders.

Unusually, he often targeted pairs, usually brothers, because he knew it would make them feel safer if they were together. Between the years 1970 and 1973, he killed at least 23 men and boys, their ages ranging from 13-20. It’s believed he had several accomplices, but he was the main culprit. After luring them into his van with the promise of candy or alcohol, he would then either drug them, trick them into putting handcuffs on (much like John Wayne Gacy) or grab them by force if they were small enough. He’d strip them or tie them to his home-made torture board where they were sexually assaulted, brutally tortured, (sometimes for as long as a week) before being strangled or shot.

Hey ladies, listen up (and boys can read too) THIS CAN SAVE LIVES

I was on facebook and I saw a post talking about certain things women should do to protect themselves. In a world where women are targeted and victims of crimes, reading this and reblogging this could save a life.

  1. Your elbow is the strongest part of your body, whenever possible use it.
  2. If someone wants your purse or wallet do not hand it to them. Throw it somewhere and run the other way. The attacker is most likely more interested in the purse/wallet than you.
  3. If you are ever thrown into a trunk kick out the back tail lights, stick your arm out, and wave like crazy. This has saved lives.
  4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars and sit there for a few minutes (making lists, doing checkbook stuff, texting, etc.) Do not do this. Your attacker would be waiting for you, and you are making yourself vulnerable. When you get into your car immediately pull out(after you put your seatbelt on obviously) lock the doors and drive away
  5. If someone is in your car and has a gun to your head do not drive where he or she wants you to go. Drive into something, whether it’s a pole or another car. like floor it. The airbag will deploy and keep you save. The attacker, if in the backseat, will be seriously injured. They will still be injured and shocked if in the passenger seat. Immediately get out and RUN FOR HELP.
  6. Before getting into your car check the floors and backseat. check the cars around your car. If there is a van parked next to your car, enter from the other side. Serial killers attack women from within their van by pulling them in when women are trying to get into their car. If there is a male sitting alone in the passenger seat of the car next to your drivers side you may want to go back inside where you came from and ask a security guard, male coworker, etc. to escort you to your car. You can never be too safe.
  7. ALWAYS take the elevator over a stairwell, stairwells are a perfect place for crimes especially at night
  8. If a predator has a gun and you are not under his control ALWAYS RUN preferably in a zig-zag pattern. The likelihood they would hit a moving target is 4/100, and even then it would probably not be a vital organ.
  9. Ted Bundy, the serial rapist and killer, raping and killing over 30 women, was very charismatic and would often walk with a limp or cane and ask women for help to his car or with his car. This is how he would kidnap them. Women are naturally quite sympathetic and caring. DO NOT HELP MEN, EVEN ONES THAT APPEAR DISABLED. 
  10. If you hear a crying baby outside your house do not go out to help it. Immediately call the police. It has been known that predators have recorded the cry of a baby to lure women outside. A women once heard a baby crying outside her house, she called the police and they said they were sending a unit to her house and not to go outside. she said the cry sounded closer to her window now, and she was afraid the baby was capable of moving, and would move into the street. Once again the dispatcher told her that they have a unit on the way and to NOT go outside, as they have received a tip that a serial killer had the sound of a baby’s cry recorded to lure women outside.
  11. If you hear all your taps outside running do not go outside to investigate. Call the police.This is a great way for attackers to lure their victim’s outside. 

I hope someone reads this and reblogs this. It could save lives.

babybeezyx-deactivated20171102  asked:

Werewolf & bat!

Werewolf - A good change you’ve made in your life in the past month
I would say improving on appreciating myself at all times - even on bad days I don’t let it get to me or times where that voice in my head nags at me; I’ve started just accepting things as they are or present them self to me especially about myself.

Bat - Most wanted superpower
I’ll be honest I wouldn’t mind having like a Poison Ivy kiss to lure and kill men. It’d be nice