#werewolf slash

[he-goes-down]

The Blood That Moves The Body:

-irl friend req

Masterlist

Pairing: Vamp! Izzy x reader x Were! Slash

- quick moment of silence for me not finding a gif-

Warnings: smut (with plot), threesome, vampires, werewolf, fingering, unprotected p in v, oral! M receiving, slight oral!F receiving. Blood

Second person pov:

A low animalistic growl echoed through the trees as you walked through the dark foggy forest. Standing dead still, your senses peaked with anxiety. Your eyes scattering from one dark corner to another, swearing that each shadow was out to get you. Your eyes landed to in-front of you. In the distance, orange-yellowish eyes glowed out of the darkness. The eyes position closer to the ground, like a wolf staggering and bending down as it stalked it’s prey. With one fast growl and leap your live flashed before your eyes. You were paralysed in fear. Couldn’t move. Only put your hands and arms in-front of you, squeezing your eyes shut. Ready to embrace quick death.

Breathing hard, that was the only thing you heard. Your breath. And silence, the sound of charging towards you on the soft forest floor was gone. Another hard breath. Not yours. A warm blow on your hand, your one eye peered open. The beast. Now in-front of you, the moonlight shining on it’s dark brown fur, had all the features of a wolf except it was huge. It’s head tilted like a puppy as it sniffed the hand that was still frozen in-front of you. After a few nerve racking sniffs it began to lick ur hand, getting more playful after each one. It’s tongue nearly bigger than your hand itself. But you began to relax seeing it was friendly and for now harmless. Taking a big sigh as your other hand went to the side of its furry head, scratching through it like you would to a dog. It seemed to enjoy it, you pulled your hand away from it’s tongue and began scratching the other side of it’s face. It’s eyes closing and mouth open panting as your scratched in all the right places.

‘It’s like a puppy.’ You thought to yourself. ‘Just an abnormally large and kinda freakish one.’ You added to your inner dialogue.

“Oh, he’s no puppy.” You heard a voice behind you, you turned around. Not just behind, but above, in the trees. You looked up to the tall towering trees. A shadow figure standing on one of the big branches that formed the canopy above. It walked forward onto the air, a fast accelerating drop but as the figure was inches above the ground it stopped in the air, taking a step down to the forest floor. And another accelerated charge, in humane speed. The figure stopped to right in-front of you. Some of the leaves on the forest floor fell back down again as the figures speed triggered it to lift from the ground.

A very pale, dark haired handsome man. His nose straight, his eyes a dark hazel. God he was quite fine, the comedic relief in your brain added to your monologue. His eyes flashed red, a weird feeling came and gone from you, almost unnoticeable. “You really think I’m handsome?” He asked, smugly raising an eyebrow. As he spoke you noticed his fangs. A vampire. Of course he knew what you were thinking, he could read minds. Before your sputter out a fearful exclamation you felt a nudge on the middle of your back. The animal was still there, wanting attention. “Slash you can stop it now, stop using people to scratch your nasty flee invested fur.” The vampire crossed his eyes, talking to the animal. With one dog like whine, the beast, apparently named Slash turned from an animal to a human. A werewolf. Some animal parts still attached but fading; ears, fur - now body hair, but not everywhere - a tail that seemed to be retracting back into his body. He had gorgeous abs, soft brown skin and luscious curly hair that covered his face a bit. And with your eyes scanning his body you noticed no clothes and immediately looked away. “I don’t have- sorry-“ Slash protested but then apologised to you, “ I don’t have fleas you nocturnal prick.” He continued his protest. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cover up mutt.” The vampire rolled his eyes and tossed Slash a pair of underwear and pants. He quickly put them on and turned to you. “Sorry for scaring you in the beginning. I thought you were Izzy.” He said as he put his hands on your shoulders. The vampire’s name was Izzy. “What are you doing out here anyway?” Izzy butted in. “Yeah it’s dangerous, there are other creatures out here that aren’t that friendly.” Slash said.

You had explained to them that you were chased from your small heavily religious and traditional town that was close by, because they thought you were some sort of witch or demon, for many silly and miscommunicated reasons. You ran to the forest knowing no one would follow you in. Slash and Izzy were nice enough to be sympathetic to your story and allow you to stay at their place. An abandoned cottage, you were thinking more of a manor or castle as there are many stories about vampires living in such places.

As you got more comfortable in being with magical strangers you were encouraged by them to ask questions on what the towns people think is real about them. It was a real laugh but some a bit more dark, Izzy did drink blood, Slash does prey on animals like a wolf and once or twice a human that annoyed him. But assured you they had their fill today. You then asked about the cottage and why they don’t live in an abandoned manor, and adding that question of rivalry between the two groups. They explained that they were a bit exiled as well, they became friends when they were young and saw no problem of the two groups mingling but each clan kicked them out and now hate them.

You slept in Izzys bed that night as he slept through out the day, Slash slept in his bed which was next to Izzys, but in the middle of the night turned Were and slept by your feet taking in some of your human body heat.

The next morning you discussed with them about finding a nearby town to settle back down in, but they insisted that you stayed with then for a while as it was the start of a complicated season of moon for both Werewolfs and Vampires alike, and if other members of the clans found you in their forest it wouldn’t end well.

About 3 weeks into the season, and you were comfortable with Izzy and Slash, not seeing them any different your average human, sure they were different but it didn’t freak you out as much as when you first met them. You liked them. Sure they had their annoying moments like; Izzy reading your mind and giggling at you when ever he pleased, or Slash which took most of the bed space when you allowed him to lie down by you. But again you liked them, maybe a bit too much, you tried to get your sinful thoughts of them out your head before Izzy had the chance to randomly infiltrate your mind and see your deepest feelings. The thoughts became worse when they dropped an small flirt here and there. You didn’t know what to do and it was getting you nervous as now was the blood moon week and meaning they both stay inside 24/7.

Evening fell and a red ball which was the moon rose to the sky. All of you sat on the couch watching the window from a far. Izzy began to sweat, trying to hold something in, picking at his lace collar, holding it from his skin to get cool air in, especially on the bite marks on his neck. Slash began to scratch, but hard. Itching everywhere, taking his one hand and transforming it into a claw just to try scratch it right. You were worried for them, asking them if they were okay and what was happening. “Just go upstairs…” Izzy stuttered out as he scratched his bite marks. “But-“ “Go.” His tone changed to irritation and anger, eyes flashed a red warning. You didn’t retaliate and went upstairs swiftly. Closing the door and sitting on Izzy’s bed, knees up, your chin on them, gazing out the red scenery of the misty forest. Now 30 minutes later of lazy boredom your mind wandered to Izzys change of tone, dark laced with anger. Making your heartbeat faster thinking about it, and your thoughts going down a darker lustful root, thinking of him calling you horrific names while he- and your thoughts continued, soon also turning to Slash, thinking of his pleading eyes, as he wanted you to touch him, sick dirty thoughts infiltrated you head again. You never thought of them this heatedly, you were slightly embarrassed. Looking back out to the moon again. That might be a reason for your change as-well.

Soon you heard the door creak open slowly, your gaze traveling along the wooden floor to the door, as the door opened by itself, revealing Slash and Izzy.

Izzys shirt was half way unbuttoned, scratch marks and sweat dripping down his chest, the same with Slash but it seemed like he grew another foot tall, maybe double the size of Izzy, making his pants tighter against his legs, which made your eyes travel and reveal an aching hard on. That just made you soaked to the core. “I saw some… interesting things that came to mind, wouldn’t you say so too?” Izzy chimed. Fuck. Izzys senses where heightened to the max this week, meaning he could read minds of people in other rooms. You blushed hard, embarrassed. You swallowed hard, both of then inching closer to you. “We can make those dreams a reality.” Slash told you as he came behind you sitting on the bed, his now larger body engulfing you as his hands held your hips. Kissing your neck as he spoke in lust. Izzy sat in-front of you, his eyes glowing another red flash. Infiltrating your mind, but now you could feel his emotions. A fiery lust, an animalistic need. But a hard desire and want. For you. To fuck you. To eat you. Suck all the life from your veins. Your mind became foggy from his long search through your private thoughts. You were now filled with the same lust and desire that they were feelings. You felt a tingling sensation on your skin, wanting to rip it out. An even stronger feeling was making your pussy soaked. Slash’s big hand began to wander to your shorts. Landing on your thighs, giving a rough squeeze, his fingers on your inner thighs, dangerously close to your core. Your knees still up, Izzy put his head on your knees, looking at you from under his brows. His eyes flashing another red, reading your sinful thoughts, mostly about what you wanted Slash’s hand to do to you.

“Mmm… Slash, I think she wants something from you.” Izzy said smugly, and with one look yours were roughly spread open by an invisible force. Slash’s hand grazed your clothed pussy, his whole hand was now bigger than your crotch and it made you weak thinking if the unspeakable things his large fingers could do. A sharp claw like nail tract from his previous shorter nails. With one swift movement your shorts were split ripped off, and ripped to shreds, the fabric scattering on the bed. Now the sharp nail resting on your panties, digging a small hole in the fabric, you could feel it against your wet folds. Another quick motion and your panties were off and in pieces, and not one nick on your pussy. He retracted the nail and his fingers now exploring your soaking cunt. Izzy on the other hand began to take your shirt off for you, not in a traditional way. His eyes flashed another red and like a lit match to paper your shirt disintegrated, not one fluff of fabric was left. But he gently let his invisible powers unclasp your bra and let it fall to the side. “ My precious moon…” Slash whispered as he sloppy kissed your neck, his canines making brief contact with your skin making you shiver. His one finger began to enter your pleading pussy. It was big, almost not enough space to add another, but soon after you settled on his finger he added another one, stretching you out. You moaned, falling back onto Slash’s chest. Izzy taking the opportunity to crawl between your legs and kiss you from your tits to your neck. A low groan cane from his lips as they grazed over your neck, just wanting to dig his fangs into you and leave you whining his name as he sucked your life away.

“Sunshine… can I?” He groaned against your exposed neck. You nodded hesitantly, waiting for the stinging injection. The sharp tips of his fangs pierced your skin, making you hiss, soon it dug all the way through your veins and his mouth was no situated on your skin, skin and grunting as he tasted your sweet blood. Slash was pumping his fingers in and out of you as you moaned both their names through pain and pleasure. You felt yourself draw closer to your orgasm as both Izzy and Slash worked on your pussy, Slash fingering you and Izzy playing with your clit. Tears began to stream down your face from the pleasure and the howling pain you were feeling as Izzys sharp fangs were still lodged in the side of your neck. Slash whined like a dog as you felt his hard on on your lower back, his hips bucking against you to get friction. You thought about how his big cock probably wouldn’t even fit you, but god it made the pits of your stomach burn with desire. Blood dripped down your collarbone to your tits and then to your stomach and thighs, gushing out of the two bite marks like a waterfall. You were getting light headed, from loss of blood and of your orgasm coming near. Slash did a few more slams against your g spot, feeling you clench around him and finally cumming all over his big fingers. You sighed as you came down from your electrical high. Izzy taking his fangs out of you the same time Slash took out his fingers. Slash took his fingers and licked them softly groaning to himself as he tasted your cum. “Fuck… you taste so good.” He sighed.

Izzy’s mouth dripped with your blood, quickly wiping of the excess he had to get another kind of taste of you. You moaned and your hands flung to his dark head of hair, tugging as he licked through your folds. Groaning as he tasted you on his tongue, both your blood and cum. He cleaned up your wetness, devouring ever single drop, whilst you moaned out at his actions and how his fangs were so close to cutting you. “So fucking good…” Izzy agreed with Slash as his mouth detached to your aching pussy. You whined at the loss of friction and pleasure. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll fill you up real good…” Slash said lowly in your ear, feeling his big cock against your back. You mind wandered to the endless things he could do to you with his now bigger stronger body. “I see… only thinking of the little mutt are we? Well thats not fair is it… I’m the one that marked you as mine.” Izzy spoke, his last line directed at the two fang marks on your neck. You were willing to do anything for him, you being his or not. “Do what you’re thinking of sunshine.” Izzy said with a smirk, his hard on getting more visible as he read your thoughts. He sat back on the bed in front of you, his elbows perching him up as he laid back. You lead forward, now away from Slash’s torso, leaning down and arching your ass in the air like a cat. Your hands going over his clothed thighs, soon unbuttoning his jeans, his hard on now deliciously close to your mouth, under his boxers, you took them off too and watched as his dick sprung out of its retrains. Dripping with precum. You looked him in the eyes as you licked up and took his tip in your mouth. He groaned, his head flung back in ecstasy.

You felt a something press against you ass while you were taking Izzy’s big dick in your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the side as far as they could to see what it was. Slash. Only in his underwear, his enormous boner pressing against your soft ass cheeks. You moaned a nod, telling him he could do what he wanted. Taking off his underwear, positioned behind you. So certain it wouldn’t fit, but you didn’t care, you wanted him to fuck you to shreds with this new growth of his. He slowly entered you, only the head, you already felt filled. You moaned against Izzy’s cock. Izzy taking you by the hair and pushing you down gently, making your body feel on fire as you heard Izzys soft erotic groans as you pleased him with your mouth and tongue. You whimper against him, holding onto his thighs as Slash pushed deeper into you. It hurt like hell but god was it hot. You felt like he was reaching all the way to your throat, you were filled to brim with Izzy that was already down your throat. After you got comfortable with his huge cock in you, he started to thrust in and out of you. Moaning hard on Izzy dick making him groan and tug at your hair.

Slash’s thrusts got faster and harder, making your whole body move and shake, the bed squeaking and skin slapping. His one hand parted from your hip and with a flick of the wrist, nails turned to claws and he scratched his side, drawing blood, dripping and staining the sharp ends with his scarlet blood. Then swiftly going to claw at your back, harder than he did with himself, your blood starting to run, his that was on his nails fused with yours in your new wounds. A strong burn erupted your senses as his blood dripped into your veins. Marking you as his, just like Izzy. Another sweeter and stronger feeling erupted as Izzy spilled into your mouth and down your throat. “Swallow baby.” He said through pants. You did just that. “ Good girl.” He praised. Soon you and Slash felt the same feeling as his thrusts got sloppy but harder and he moaned, cumming into your clenching hole and you cumming over his dick, your sweet fluids fusing as-well.

“Ours.” The word that rang in your ears.

You were Izzy’s s Sun

You were Slash’s Moon

Both weaknesses, but intertwined with their souls

A/n: idk what to write at the end so theres some horrid poetry i guess

[nefarrilou]

The Killer ⤶ @windbrook's SLASHED challenge

Evangeline Moroi, a descendant of the Lunvik family, grapples with a unique identity as a half-werewolf, half-vampire hybrid with a magic bloodline. -ˋˏ✄ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⊱🩸⊰ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Standing at the crossroads of two conflicting factions she bears the weight of her inner turmoil through self-inflicted scars on her face.

Determined to redeem the Lunvik family name and seeking peace by aligning herself with one side, she embraces the legacy passed down by her ancestors, vowing to eliminate all vampires, starting with her oblivious great-great-aunt Elizaveta.

However, has this vengeful pursuit paid off after spending some time on the estate where she surprisingly found friends after all? Thank you @aniraklova for the stunning hair!

[nonymous06]

Werewolf!Robin aus have me in a chokehold

Also featuring the rest of the fruity four as supernatural creates (Nancy is a monster hunter, mainly cause that dynamic absolutely slaps)

[isa-ah]

ARTFIGHT! Here are the pieces I got done on stream! You can find their pages and owners on my artfight page, @ isa-ah!

[newtrogichighzone]

Slash the Wolf, an old Sonic OC of mine, finally getting the redesign he deserves

The one on the right is his werewolf/Nightmare form (it also counts as a Super form of sorts)

[angelshadowsinger]

y’all remember how in the Wattpad days you could comment on any part of the fic you wanted??

like if one line was particularly slay, the people would spEAK U P and you just felt such a sense of delusional unity.

i rly need that to be a thing on here 😔

[669ratz]

I got possessed

[verybreadmoon]

I had this question on my mind for a while but I never get answers to it.

Does it still count as Monster Fucking if I wanna be the monster instead? Not just fuck the monster

[mokadevs]

excited for artfight this year to show off my blorbos ;w;;

find me here !!

[calenhads]

THE INNER CIRCLE

give me a fight i can't resist give me something to break with my fists take me to war oh, honey, i dare you

[x]

[cream-and-tea]

LAY ME DOWN. chapter thirteen excerpt. unedited. featuring: a spiraling pallas accidentally (and then very purposefully) listening in on judge and calliope as the two take a private moment to discuss their newly-formed plans. arguing and relationship conflict. death mention. eavesdropping with malicious intent.

[Transcript under the cut]

happy pride it’s judge and calliope time. alexa play steamroller by phoebe bridgers.

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“…not gonna be us.” The murmur drifts up, spoken with a firm certainty. Pallas, feeling distinctly gargoylelike, slides down until they can crouch by the arm the statue has cocked against its hip. Closer to the conspirators. All the better to hear you with.

“You don’t know that,” Calliope says, petulant and pouting as a child denied desert.

“I do. Come on, what is there to lose by losing us? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we’re not exactly the most loyal knights in the kingdom. We just need this to work.” Judges voice is rawhided and definitive, as if the plan has already been carried out and the inevitable outcome insured. From here Pallas is startled to see that her hair is unbraided, so long now it falls well past the bottom of her back, lying against her shoulders like a raven-coloured cloak.

Calliope snorts, ever impetuous. “And you trust Fiver to know what he’s doing?”

“Of course I don’t, but he’s right that we’ve been hitting dead ends for years now. This might be wild enough to actually work.”

“And if it doesn’t?” Pallas wonders if anyone else notices how still Calliope goes when Judge touches them. With anyone else it would be too subtle to catch, but Calliope is so overwrought in everything he does that the quiet always overtakes her like a possession, not a natural state of being. Wet wool slung over a fire, honey-glaze smothering a cut of meat. It spreads from the point of contact (in this case Judges hands moving to rest on her hips) and swallows the rest of his body in wavering silence, eyes darting to the scars gored across one side of Judges face. Unless it’s a fight Calliope never initiates touch. If it’s a fight she always hits first.

“Then we find something else.”

“I mean if it never works, Judge,” Calliope huffs exasperatedly. “If it turns out the puzzle can’t be solved. What then?”

Trouble in paradise. It brings Pallas a gross sense of satisfaction to watch them fight, to see Calliope clumsily jab her fingers into every sore spot imaginable without even trying. Watching the spectacle he makes of himself almost makes them feel better about Agnes. Almost.

Judge laughs, and it’s not a kind sound. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re pissed and want to fight something. I won’t humour it. Besides, that’s not possible.”

“Why!” Pallas wonders whether the nights have been rough recently. Calliope is in a proper state, one that can only come from the wear of a particularly vile transformation.

“I don’t know Cal. Because if you open a door to get in a place you have to be able to open a door to get out of it? Because nothing else makes sense? Because I have a life, okay? I have a family, and I need to get back to them.”

“You don’t know that you do though! It’s been years! It’s the apocalypse! They could’ve left. They could be dead.”

Immediately after the words leave her mouth Pallas can see regret flood into Calliopes face. They watch with a sick, bubbling joy as her mouth opens and closes several times, obviously searching for something to say and finding nothing. Silence stretches and congeals between the two of them, a physical thing. Pallas almost feels like they could reach out and touch it, if they wanted to. The naked pain in Calliopes eyes is unmistakable even from a distance. If the words struck Judge like a physical blow her pain is reflected back onto Calliope tenfold, and Pallas watches the corners of his mouth work in a panic. They bite the inside of their cheek.

Three, two…

“I’m sorry,” Calliope blurts. Totally pathetic, but for some reason that doesn’t help Pallas feel any better. In fact how they can still predict these people is making things increasingly worse. They were supposed to be past this as well. Judge and Calliope are nothing to them now, relics of something long dead. At least they should be.

“I’m sorry,” Calliope repeats again. She drops to her knees in front of Judge, gathering her hands in theirs. Pallas suppresses the urge to vomit. “I'm sorry. That was a shit thing to say.”

Judges voice is so small and strained it’s barely audible. “…was.”

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t.” The alien stillness shrouding Calliope is gone, instead replaced with a wild and tender desperation, every expression and movement raw as a new wound. There is nothing subtle about any of it and Pallas is safely smug that this lack of control is something they’ve been able to overcome that he never will. That is what separates the wheat from the chaff after all.

“I know Cal,” Judge sighs, not unbitterly. She detangles her non-scarred hand to comb it through Calliope's hair, and that aching stillness washes over them again. It’s the trembling quiet of a bull in a china shop, the silence of someone scared to move lest they break everything around them. Calliope lays her head down in Judges lap. Pallas has to lean closer, arms straining, to catch his next words.

“Please don't hate me forever,” she says miserably. “If you hate me forever I’ll die.”

“I do not. Hate you. Forever,” Judge sighs. “I’m just upset. There’s a difference.”

[he-goes-down]

VAMPIRE AND WEREWOLF TROPE NEOWW

I did it … Vamp Izzy and Were Slash

[adhdelirium]

im reading some old werewolf by night comics and why was topaz blonde

also now i know why i love jack so much poor boy he's always a step from ending it all pls baby my baby don't

he tries so hard he slays and wants the tea just let him be happy

Werewolf by Night (1972) #32 & #38

[gorgynei]

okay, dog soldiers wins. this is one of the creative shots ive ever seen in a werewolf movie

[demenior]

i literally do not remember if i've already sent an ask but if i haven't i would love to hear about the critrole werewolf AU pretty please! and if i have. then i would like to hear about it again anyway 👐

Check my list of current wips here and send me a title and I’ll post a bit or share some details about it.

The CritRole Werewolf au is a mighty nein werewolf au. I set it in a vaguely modern world, but... in the 90s/early 00's. I wanted it to have some Buffy/Blair Witch/Lost Boys vibes. Like, grotesque and terrifying but with moments of absurd humor and a really bitchin' soundtrack. The Brjeau's are, loosely, the main characters.

Beau and Fjord were the intro duo. They're amateaur ghost hunters touring the country's most haunted locations. They're using Beau's absent fathers' credit card to fund them sleeping in Fjord's work van and get them access to dope shit like handheld video cameras and microphones that Beau uses to prove the supernatural is real. (Fjord films/runs tech. He a) doesn't believe in the supernatural and b) is terrified of it).

They pair up with Caleb- a mysterious dude in a long duster coat with a weird accent who may or may not be a monster hunter, and Veth- who's definitely just some normal housewife who just so happens to hate werewolves and definitely isn't one. They join the team after a scary event where Fjord is lost for a few days in some weird haunted place/sacred temple to some old forgotten wolf god. Caleb and Veth want to make sure Fjord isn't cursed, Beau is thrilled to be proven right that the supernatural exists, and Fjord thinks this is all ridiculous. So what that he's been having some weird dreams? That doesn't mean anything.

(You can see where this is going).

To keep things reigned in, I tried to limit all the supernatural entities to just werewolves (save for Fjord's eventual eldritch horror wolf thing he has going on).

Yasha, Caduceus, Fjord, Veth and Jester are all werewolves. Some of them were born werewolves, some of them were turned. Some were turned willingly, some not(t). Caleb and Beau remain Team Human (though Scourgers are now werewolf hunters, and through grueling training are a weird almost "half" werewolf, so they can't be turned).

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Guns N’Roses Halloween 2022

Steven Adler as werewolf

Axl Rose as undead pirate

Slash as creature of the lake

Duff Mckagan as Frankenstein’s monster

Izzy Stradlin as ghost