sneak peek of upcoming vampire landoscar below 😌 i am so not normal about them 😌
Vampires aren’t exactly rare; they’re about as common as any other supe, protected under the same legislation. But by the time he’s back in Monaco the next day, Lando realizes he doesn’t actually know much about them beyond the basics. Blood diet, no reflection, aversion to garlic. His sisters were obsessed with Twilight growing up, too, though Oscar’s definitely no Edward Cullen. Lando’s pretty sure Oscar would rather die than sparkle under the sun for eternity, actually.
So when he opens his laptop and types in vampire facts, he tells himself it’s just research. Educational, even. Respecting his teammate. The first few articles are exactly what he expects. Wikipedia pages, NHS articles about supe health accommodations, a Buzzfeed list cheerfully debunking “Ten Common Vampire Stereotypes We Need to Drive a Stake Through.”
He’s halfway through an article on vampire physiology (learning that they have enhanced strength and reflexes, because of course Oscar’s got a competitive advantage, the absolute bastard) when he hits the section on fangs. Vampire fangs are semi-retractable, the website explains, which must be why Lando’s never noticed Oscar’s before. They can be managed, but respond primarily to physiological states, meaning emotional control is key for vampires; while fangs descend automatically during feeding as a hunger stimulus response, they can also appear during times of stress, aggravation, or sexual arousal.
Lando’s mouth goes dry.
He reads the sentence three more times, then opens up an incognito tab, goes back to Google and searches again. Vampire feeding, this time. Research. Educational, he reminds himself, and for the most part, it is: suggested meal schedules, synthetic blood alternatives, consent and safety requirements for human donors. Until Lando scrolls and his eyes lock onto a forum thread from a website called, absurdly, FangBang: People who’ve been fed from, what was it like?
He clicks the link before he can think better of it.
The page loads slowly, a mess of red text on a black background. The thread is enormous, hundreds of comments. He scrolls through the first few, which are boring, almost clinical, recommending juice box brands to have on hand and tests for hemophilia, and he’s about to stop reading but then —
Honestly, it feels amazing. Like someone hitting an orgasm switch you didn’t know you had. My husband says their venom has properties that make it pleasurable for us so we don’t freak out, but the first time he bit me… Yeah. WOW.
Heat bleeds up Lando’s neck, pulse beating hard and insistent at his throat. He should close the tab. He should close the tab. He should close the tab.
He keeps scrolling.
it’s soooo intimate, way more than i was expecting!!!! my donor agreement said i couldn’t touch her but i wanted to so bad that my hands were shaking and NOT from the blood loss.
The noises he made were what got me. I literally still dream about it sometimes. Should have never agreed to be a donor (but I also think the fangs are really hot so that’s probably on me)
my gf is a vampire and shes normally so composed but when she bites me she gets desperate, really needy, like losing control almost?? its the hottest thing ive ever experienced. literally came in my pants the first time she bit me no joke
Lando lets out a helpless, choked noise that would be entirely humiliating if he wasn’t the only person in the room and slams the laptop shut so hard it’s a miracle the screen doesn’t crack. Absolutely not. He’s not going down this pornbrained rabbit hole about his fricking teammate, for christ’s sake.
Five seconds later, he opens it again, pulls up Reddit, logs into the burner account he swore up and down to Max he deleted after Brazil last year, types vampire biting human into the search bar.
The suggested posts that pop up are decidedly not educational.
