#vampire!lando norris

[amirasainz]

I love the vampire one soooo much, can you do something similar where the f1 drivers are all vampires and are obsessed with poor reader and made her dependent on them ?

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

Blood runs thicker than Water

The dimly lit room hummed with tension, the air thick with the scent of iron, sweat, and the lingering effects of an intense race. The drivers sat around a long oak table, their eyes all fixed on Yn. She was seated at the center, her presence an ethereal calm amid their predatory gazes.

Yn wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but these men—her drivers—had her utterly captivated. Each of them had found a way into her life, gently manipulating her into their world until she no longer had the will or even desire to escape. There was something exhilarating, something blissfully overwhelming, about their hunger for her. She felt warmth settle in her chest as she sat there, knowing what was about to happen and feeling nothing but happiness.

Carlos was the first to rise from his seat. His eyes gleamed in the soft light, his dark gaze locked onto her with a mix of affection and need. Charles followed closely behind, his movements graceful, yet filled with a barely contained hunger.

Carlos reached her first, standing in front of her, cupping her cheek with a hand that was surprisingly gentle. "Mi amor," he murmured, his voice smooth like velvet. "You know what we need, don't you?"

Yn nodded, her pulse quickening—not from fear, but from the anticipation that sent shivers down her spine. She tilted her head slightly, exposing her neck for them.

Charles appeared behind her, his breath ghosting over her other ear. His cool fingers gently trailed down her neck, causing goosebumps to form on her skin. “Tu es très belle, Yn,” Charles whispered, his voice laced with an almost tender reverence. "You always make it so easy."

Carlos bent down first, pressing a soft kiss to her throat before his fangs pierced her skin. The sharp sting of pain quickly dissolved into a dull, warm sensation as the euphoric fog washed over her. She felt her blood being pulled from her veins, her head growing light, but there was no fear. Only bliss.

Charles leaned in next, his hand gripping her shoulder as he followed Carlos’s lead, sinking his fangs into the other side of her neck. His bite was more intense, more desperate. Yn let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as the room seemed to spin around her. The world outside them didn’t matter—it never did when they were like this.

Carlos, ever the one in control, could sense Charles’s hunger growing too quickly. He reached up, threading his fingers through Charles’s tousled hair and gave it a soft tug. Charles groaned, his teeth retracting as he reluctantly pulled away, licking the last traces of her blood from his lips.

“Basta,” Carlos murmured, his voice low but firm. "Don’t take too much."

Charles huffed in frustration, but he obeyed. He always did when it came to Carlos. He moved to sit again, his eyes still dark with want but restrained. Carlos kissed Yn’s forehead softly before stepping aside.

Next came Max, his blue eyes almost glowing in the dim light. There was always something primal about the way Max approached her. He crouched in front of her, placing a hand behind her neck, guiding her forward just slightly as he leaned in to drink. His bite was harder, less restrained, but still careful enough to not hurt her. Yn gasped softly, her fingers curling into the armrests of her chair.

Max’s free hand came up to stroke her hair, surprisingly gentle for someone who always seemed so rough. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough, like gravel. He didn’t linger long, but each pull of her blood felt like fire coursing through her veins. When Max finally pulled back, his tongue flicking out to catch the stray droplets, he gave her a smirk. "Perfect, as always."

Yn's vision was swimming now, her body heavy, but she never felt safer. Never more cherished.

Lewis was next, his approach slow and deliberate. His dark brown eyes were filled with a deep affection, one that went beyond just hunger. He crouched beside her, lifting her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. “You’re doing so well, love,” he murmured, his voice a soft hum that sent warmth through her chest.

When he leaned in to bite, it was the most tender of all. His lips brushed over her skin, almost like a lover’s kiss, before his fangs broke the surface. The sensation was almost comforting, like falling into a deep, warm sleep. Lewis drank slowly, lovingly, as if savoring every drop. His thumb gently stroked her jaw, and when he finally pulled away, he kissed the wound tenderly, as if to soothe it.

“You’re safe with us,” Lewis whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

George and Alex approached together next. They always liked to take their time, making sure she wasn’t overwhelmed by the others. George took her right side, his long fingers brushing over the still-fresh bite marks. He smiled down at her, his gaze filled with warmth. “You’re a miracle, you know that?”

Alex settled beside George, his hand resting on Yn’s thigh as he leaned in. “We’ll be gentle,” he promised, though his voice carried an edge of excitement.

They both bit into her neck simultaneously, their movements synchronized like they were on the track together. It wasn’t as intense as the others, but there was something soothing about their presence, like they were taking care of her even as they fed.

Yn’s breath came in slow, shallow gasps. Her head felt light, like she was floating, her heart beating in a soft, steady rhythm as they drank their fill.

Oscar was the only one who preferred her wrists. He knelt at her feet, lifting her hand to his lips. His gaze flicked up to hers, checking for any sign of discomfort, though he never found it. Y/n smiled softly, giving him the silent permission he always seemed to seek.

Oscar bit into her wrist, his lips wrapped around the small wound as he drank. His movements were slow, methodical, almost as if he was savoring the moment. He never took much, always careful, always precise. When he finished, he pressed a kiss to her wrist, his fingers lingering for a moment before he stepped back.

Finally, it was Lando’s turn. He had been watching eagerly the entire time, his eyes dark with desire. He was always the most eager, the one who sometimes struggled to control himself. But the others trusted him with her, and Yn trusted him too.

Lando rushed forward, kneeling beside her. His hands were trembling slightly as he lifted her chin, his breath coming out in quick bursts. “I—I can’t wait any longer,” he admitted, his voice a little shaky.

His bite was deep, too deep. Yn gasped, but not out of pain. Lando’s feeding was intense, overwhelming, and she could feel herself fading into the background of her own mind as he drank greedily from her neck. It was only when Carlos and Lewis stepped forward that Lando stopped. Carlos placed a hand on his shoulder while Lewis gently pried him away.

"Lando, slow down," Lewis instructed softly, but with a firm edge.

Lando blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and nodded. He pressed a quick kiss to Yn’s cheek, a sheepish grin spreading on his lips. “Sorry,” he muttered, still licking his lips. "Got carried away."

Finally, Lewis knelt beside her once more, biting into his wrist and pressing the wound to her lips. “Drink, love", he said softly. "You need to heal."

Yn obediently drank, feeling the warmth of his blood rushing through her, the dizziness fading and ger strength slowly returning. Lewis held her close as she did, whispering soft reassurances into her ear.

When it was over, she leaned back into the chair, exhausted but utterly content. The drivers gathered around her, each one of them watching her with eyes filled with love, hunger and something more.

"You're perfect" Charles whispered, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

"Always perfect" Carlos agreed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, before returning his arm around Charles again.

And Yn, lost on the haze of their affection and need, couldn't help but smile. In their arms, she was home.

[heartiella]

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Belle Mort || LN4

AN: this was deep in the archives of abandoned fics but figured I’ll just post it anyway.

Pairing: Lando Norris x vampire!fem!reader

Summary: Your paths weren’t meant to cross - he was a famous driver and your brethren were the thing of myths and nightmares.

Warnings: smut, major character death

He didn’t belong here.

You could only surmise Vinny let him in the club because he knew an easy target when he saw one. Rich, young and handsome - he was ripe for the taking. A part of you knew not to get involved but, unlike your brother, you had a small conscience, especially when it came to the pretty, blue-eyed man who had shared your bed.

Making your way across the busy dance floor of Belle Mort, you snaked between the women who were selling themselves to the richest man one sway of their hips at a time. You slapped away roaming hands that tried to pull you into their laps and glared at the men until they looked away with wounded egos.

Your brother spotted the target and you stepped lightly in your high heels as you dodged the revellers, finally making it in front of the handsome man. “Qu'est-ce que tu fais, garçon perdu?”

Lando smirked as he cast his eyes over your body, the tight fitted dress hiding very little of the body he knew intimately. “I don’t speak French.”

“I know.”

His hand caught your waist and pulled you closer, his lips brushing your cheek. “You didn’t call me.”

You rolled your eyes at the need that laced his words, but it would have been a lie to say you hadn’t thought about it. You had even kept his number when you should have deleted it. Your worlds were so far apart you didn’t see the point in making it more than a one night stand, it was safer that way. “I know. Find another bar.”

“I like this one.” His hand tightened and his thumb brushed over your ribs, tracing the curve under your breast. His smirk grew as he felt your ribs expand with the sharp intake of air you took.

“You’ve never been here before.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I own it.”

“Co-own, dear sister,” Nix added as he stepped to your side. “And if Lando wants to party then who are we to deny him.”

You narrowed your eyes at your brother. “It’s bad for business.”

“Why? Because you mixed it with pleasure,” he laughed as he ruffled your hair, cracking your neck as he pushed you away to leer at the man himself. “I can see the appeal. No one can deny you have good taste, it’s just a shame you always leave them broken.”

“What’s he talking about?” Lando asked as he helped keep you steady from your brother's push.

“Nix has always been jealous of me, haven’t you?” you taunted him. “Always wanted my dolls for himself.”

Nix’s jaw ticked and if the music wasn’t so loud you probably could have heard a tooth break. “Shouldn’t you be working?”

“I’m on a break,” you stated, catching Lando’s attention as you grabbed his wrist and started to drag him to your office before freezing. Your hand met bare skin and you held your hand out to your brother. “Give it back. Now.”

Nix rolled his eyes but reached into his pocket to return the watch he had easily lifted from Lando. The glass and diamond face slapped into your palm but you curled a brow at him and cleared your throat, waiting for the rest.

“You really used to be more fun,” he grumbled as he returned Lando’s wallet too. “Don’t worry, the condom is still in there.”

“And the cash?”

“I don’t think that is really your worry, but yes, cash too.”

Nix disappeared into the crowd and even you found it difficult to trace his movements but he was one of the fastest vampires you knew.

“Interesting family you have,” Lando commented as the music was cut off with your office door.

“You should be more careful,” you warned as you slid the security chain onto the latch. “This side of town could get a guy like you killed.”

“A guy like me?” he asked as he accepted the whiskey you poured, neat. “Handsome?”

“Well known,” you corrected, despite his knowing smirk. Of course you found him handsome, or else you wouldn’t have let him fuck you in the bathrooms of another nightclub in the city. You had a business meeting, with a wolf no less, and the owner had left you displeased, so you found another form of pleasure in his den. “Where you go, pictures are taken. That is bad for my business.”

Who knew what illegal activities those pictures or videos might capture and be uploaded. Voices had been silenced for less in the dark alleys around the club - but the bodies were never found.

Lando took a sip as he weighed your words of warning, but it didn’t stop him wanting to go another round with you. He knew you were different from the moment he saw you. Determination and strength rolled off you as you stalked through the club to a door labelled ‘staff only’. A different look of determination had been seen when you emerged, scanning the crowd for someone to use - he had come to the club for the same reason.

“I can be invisible, when I want to be,” he promised as he followed you to the desk you leaned back on, crossing your heeled ankles in front of you. He placed the glass on the wood beside you and smelt the smooth spirit on his breath when he kissed the corner of your lips. “But I wanted you to notice me, again.”

His hand ran down your thighs and your ankles uncrossed. He took the space given and parted your legs so he could step between them and steal your moan with his kiss. His tongue parted your lips with the same confidence he parted your legs and he hummed when your hands slipped under his shirt, your nails dragging down his spine.

“I’m going to fuck you on your desk and every time you have a meeting here you will think of me.”

Desire pooled between your thighs at the promise and when his fingers found your body bare beneath the dress he felt it slick and warm. “You like that idea don’t you?” he chuckled in your ear, the deep timber of his gravelled voice making you clench around his fingers before they withdrew from you. “Turn around.”

For a woman who considered herself to be the bossy one, you were quick to follow his instruction and it didn’t go amiss from the smirk on his face. “I don’t remember you being this demanding last time,” you said over your shoulder, feeling the air on your skin as he pushed your dress up over your hips.

“That’s because you looked like you needed it more than me.” He flipped his wallet open and pulled the condom out, tearing through the foil packaging before rolling it down his hard length. With one swipe of his arm he cleared space on your desk and started to push you down before he changed his mind and spun you to face him. “Actually, I want to see your face when I make you come.”

The mahogany wood was hard under your ass and you spread your knees for Lando to step between. His cock pressed to your entrance and he watched your lips part as he slowly began to stretch you, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you.

“You’re going to call me, aren’t you?” he asked with the teasingly slow retreat he made. He stopped just short of leaving you empty and made no move to fill you again. “I’m not going to fuck you until you answer me.”

You tried to shuffle your hips closer but he held them tight and your feet were off the ground so you couldn’t move, not without revealing your unnatural strength. Finally a frustrated sound left your lips and he smiled triumphantly when you agreed. “Now would you please fuck me?”

He answered with the snap of his hips and you moaned in unison as he filled you completely. The computer screen came to life and the mouse moved with the rocking desk and the cup of pens tipped over, scattering among the mess he had already made. Stars danced across your vision and your body pulsed with the deep bass that made it through the soundproof door.

“Lando,” you moaned as you tipped his head back, baring his neck as you felt your canines elongating behind your lips. The throb of his rapid pulse invited you to taste him and you dragged your nose over the vein, inhaling the rich scent hidden beneath his cologne. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

He shivered as your teeth grazed his skin but he was too far gone in his pleasure to question the sharp points. Just a little sip, you told yourself.

Lando gasped as pain flared, but just as quickly as it came it bled to a burn that felt better than any high he had ever had. He couldn’t breathe as you sucked at the puncture wounds, filling your belly with the same need you had for his cock.

He couldn’t explain how he found himself sat on the couch in your office with you on his lap, he had only blinked. You were high on him, making silly errors like using your speed and strength carelessly. You weren’t new to this life, but you were acting like it with him.

“Why did you come here?”

His head fell back and his eyes closed as you took your pleasure in riding him. He couldn’t think, there was only the tight feeling in all his muscles as his orgasm threatened to shatter him beneath you. “Just wanted you,” he choked as he bucked his hips up to meet you. “Again.”

You cried out as your climax peaked and Lando followed, unable to hold back with how tight you felt around him. Your head spun as the high receded, but you wanted more - it was the curse of immortality, you always wanted more.

You turned his head and struck again, lapping at the twin lines of life blood running down his collar. Cursing inwardly, you realised you were taking too much, you always took too much when you played with your food. Lando’s eyes fluttered shut and his breathing laboured, his skin fading before your eyes. Nix was right, you always left them broken.

“Fuck,” you growled at the thought of losing another man. Tearing the skin from your wrist you made what was possibly the second biggest mistake of your life, the first would always be asking for this life. Your blood was thicker and darker than his, staining his lips as you squeezed it out before the wound could heal.

“Wake up…” You prayed you weren’t too late, the seconds ticking by with quiet reassurance that time would continue to move on even if Lando never did again.

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Nix crashed through the office door as dawn approached and the club closed. His black eyes found Lando’s body on the couch and a sneer carved across his lips. “What a waste.”

You barely lifted your head from your hands as you sat at your desk. You had felt lethargic from a full belly and drained veins. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You never do,” he snickered. “There will be people looking for him, I’ll have Vinny dump him in the marina - another rich boy who partied too hard.”

Lando gasped as he jolted upright, his eyes ringed red from the transformation, and a war waged within you. Rage exuded from Nix as he realised the danger you had put the entire coven in and his features sharpened as his fangs pierced his lips. “You would bring the Council down on our heads, sister?”

“I said I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t stand to see another die because of my weakness.”

“I would rather you have just killed him.” Nix pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. To change a human required petitioning to the Council, and permits were rarely given this century - and certainly not to those well known. People tend to notice when someone doesn’t age at the same rate: Jennifer Anniston, Cillian Murphy, Paul Rudd, Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Those half breeds could get away with it for a little longer but they would soon be faking their own deaths to keep the secret of their heritage.

“Take him to the mountains,” Nix said as he crossed the room to where Lando writhed in pain on the carpet, the transition destroying his delicate human cells for something much more robust. “I’ll tie up the loose ends here.”

Nix took the car keys from Lando’s pocket and checked his watch. There was still enough time before dawn came to wreck the car off the cliffs and into the French Riviera. When the car was found empty they would assume his body was carried out to sea. Lando Norris was dead. Lando de Belle Mort had risen.

[k0juki]

You don't wanna dance?

vampire hunter!Lando Norris x vampire!fem!reader au!

Warnings: mentions of drugs and killing but it's just a mention!

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Also picture is not mine! Credit goes to the owner! Request are open!

More posts here! I'm gonna make it a little series.

Words: over 2k.

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For the last couple of centuries, I spent my importantly traveling and hiding from vampire hunters. They almost killed all mine kind and because of that, vampires have become mere legends and myths.

A lot of them died, but others learned how to survive. Most of young vampires stayed in groups with others, more older vampires. Who protect them.

And in the heart of the loud city, where cobblestone streets echoed with human laughter, stood a lone figure cloaked in shadows. It was Lando.

Lando is a renowned vampire hunter, prowling the night with purpose, his senses honed to detect even the faintest trace of the undead. He always knew what he had to do. What is his purpose in this world. And mostly, he knew where to look for his prey.

They always hide in places like this, with loud music and a lot of people that spend all their money on doubtful drugs that get them killed.

Places like night clubs and bars are no stranger to Lando, and if he wasn't tangled up in this kind of job, he would have joined everyone there and enjoyed his young life with pretty women and one night stands.

"It's always clubs, never the quiet, relaxing places." Lando sighed and stepped inside. Saint and Sinners, an amazing name for a club. The air was a lot heavier and smoke from cigarettes could be smelled. A perfect place for vampires.

Amidst the pulsating rhythm of the club, neon lights danced and shadows whispered secrets in dark corners, the vampires were here, he was sure of it. Lando stood like a solitary sentinel, his gaze sweeping the crowded dance floor with practiced vigilance.

He's from a family full of vampire hunters and as a seasoned vampire hunter, he was no stranger to the dark allure of the night, but this night would test his resolve in ways he could never have imagined.

Across the smoky haze of the dimly lit room, his eyes locked on one woman whose back was towards him. Her hair was moving around as she danced carelessly. But then it was like something had stopped her.

As she turned around and her eyes locked with his, it was like when time stops. Who is she? What a girl like her is doing here? Surely she wasn't here for some drugs, she isn't this type of girl. And when you live long enough, you start to recognise the same people in different bodies but with the same intrigues.

She knew who he was the moment she saw him, only a fool wouldn't know who he is, but she wanted to know what he was doing here. She decided to move towards him with an ethereal grace, her every step a was grace and allure that she knew that drew him in like a moth to flame.

That woman is Y/n, a vampire whose beauty defies description, her eyes like pools of liquid moonlight that held him captive with their magnetic gaze. Despite the danger she posed, Lando found himself unable to tear his gaze away, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of fear and fascination.

As the music pulsed through the air like a heartbeat, Lando felt the pull that drew him ever closer to her, like two stars destined to collide in the vast expanse of the night sky. With each passing moment, the distance between them narrowed until they stood mere inches apart, the air thick with anticipation.

"Who are you?" Lando's voice was barely a whisper, lost amidst the cacophony of the club around them.

Y/n's lips curled into a seductive smile, her voice a melody that sent shivers down his spine.

"I could ask you the same thing, handsome stranger." She replied, her tone playful yet tinged with a hint of danger. "But I think we both know the answer to that."

Lando felt a surge of heat rush through him at her proximity, his senses overwhelmed by the heady scent of her icy perfume and the electricity that crackled between them.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

Y/n's smile widened, her gaze never wavering from his. "What do you think I want?" she teased, her words laced with a hint of danger.

She stepped closer to him and said "Isn't it obvious? I wanna dance." She whispered in his left ear and wrapped her arms around his neck. Inhaling his scent that filled her lungs, she felt as he put his hands on her hips.

His cold rings burned against her soft, yet cold skin, but his hands were so much warmer. She knew that she will lose control, but he smelled so godamn good.

"Dance? Is that what you want?" He thought that was a strange request, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, you're at the night club and you don't want to dance?" She started to pull away, but he was quick to take her back in.

"No, no, I just…I don't know you, you know? How could I trust you?" He still wasn't sure if she was a vampire, but vampires are known for how they can manipulate you into things you would even dream about. And he felt like she could be one of them.

"Hmm…you're right, we don't know each other so well," she spoke "and you're right, you can't trust nobody" and completely pulled away from him and stepped back, so he couldn't grab her like last time.

"Maybe it's better if it's stay like that." She answered somehow coldly, she wanted to vanish into a crowd of dancing bodies when she felt his hand grasp her wrist.

Turning to look at him, she was about to say something, but he beamed her with "I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry." He felt the cold skin in his hand and decided if his theory of her being that mystical creature was true.

Y/n wasn't stupid. She knew he was a very dangerous man and that she shouldn't be playing around with him, but because she knew who he really was, she thought it could be fun to mess with him a little and play along with her being just a tipsy little girl that has a little drunk crush on him.

"It's alright. Let's just dance, yeah?" She asked and he just nodded with a smile on his face. She tugged him more into the dance floor and gosh, he was beautiful, with his green eyes that had sparks in them, his curly hair that was so soft to touch and with that gorgeous smile, he was just amazing.

"So" She started, breaking their silence.

"So?"

"So, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" Curious little thing she is. Always needs to know all the answers. And you know what they say, curiosity killed a cat. But, well, she was already dead, so she couldn't care less though.

"I could have asked you the same thing?" He wasn't going to tell her that he's here because of her kind. That he's going to kill her if she is something that he thinks she is, no, he knows it.

"Yeah, but I asked first."

"I'm looking for someone." He stated after a few seconds. His green eyes looked around the club and then back to her.

"For who?"

"I don't know yet," he started "but I think it could be you." He wasn't so smooth about it at all and took her back in his hold.

She knew what he meant by it and he knew it was her that he was looking for, but she just smiled at him and pulled him closer by the collar of his white shirt that had a few open buttons down.

"Yeah? And how do you know it's me you are looking for?" She chuckled, maybe because she knew he couldn't do anything to hurt her. There was too many people and other vampires that were watching them in dark corners and if he even tried something, she could end him by just snapping fingers. That's how powerful she really is.

He didn't say anything, he just looked at her and as they danced together in the dimly lit room, Lando found himself drawn deeper into this woman's web of temptation, his every instinct screaming at him to flee, even as his heart urged him to stay.

"You know I can't stay here" he whispered, "stay here with you." His voice barely audible above the din of the club. It was something about her that just took him in and he knew he had to leave or else things could get bad.

Y/n's eyes softened, a flicker of vulnerability passing across her features, strange. "I know," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the moment while it lasts."

He was mesmerized by her. She wasn't just an ordinary vampire, no, he was pretty sure that she is one of the vampires that lives so long because they live in clans, with other, more older and wiser vampires.

This could be his chance.

His chance to get closer to her and her vampire family. To kill them. To kill all the remaining vampires like he promised to do, because that's his job. His purpose.

But each of them, was playing their own dangerous game.

"I'm Lando, by the way." He introduced himself with his British accent. "Lando Norris."

As Lando extended his hand towards her, Y/n's eyes sparkled with mischief, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She knew the game he was playing.

"It's nice to meet you Lando," she answered "but unfortunately for you, I already know your name." Her smile was getting bigger and that sweet playfulness was now becoming a little less and less funny.

That made him stop. She knew him? How does she know him? They had never met before, did they? Confusion could be seen on his pretty face and she loved every second of it. She lives for it.

"You really think I'm this stupid?" She said as laughter left her mouth. The music swelled around them and Lando leaned in closer to that pale woman, his voice a low murmur against her ear.

"How? How do you know my name then?"

"I had hanky-panky with your father too," she pointed out back in his left ear, "and with your grandfather as well and so on...you are all very similar.”

Lando said nothing. He just stood there like a fool. Who was this woman? Was she really this old vampire that knew his family members better than he did himself?

"Your family is notorious for hunting my kind Lando. You really think I wouldn't know you? Or your family?" She teased, her voice a soft melody that sent shivers down his spine.

And he knew that he should be afraid. He was in the lair of vampires. He had every right to be afraid. But then again, he needed to know her. Her true identity and what she is capable of, if she is a threat.

"You won't tell me your name?"

"I don't know," she admitted, "I haven't decided." Y/n liked to play hard to get. It was in her nature.

“You want to know my name hunter?” she felt his hands tighten on her hips and how he started to rub his thumbs up and down.

“Yes, of course I do.” What was he doing? He should have left and not be asking for her name. And definitely not holding her close to him.

“It's Y/n”

It's Simple, but effective. He liked that name, he liked her. She had this something inside of her, that he hasn't seen in everyone else. Something special.

As the music continued to pulse through the club and the crowd swirled around them, Y/n suddenly pulled away from Lando's soft grasp, leaving him standing alone on the dance floor, bewildered and disoriented.

"Well...I guess i will see you around, Lando"

For a moment, Lando stood frozen in place, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched that strange vampire woman disappear into the sea of dancing bodies.

He felt a surge of panic rising within him, a sense of vulnerability he hadn't felt in years. "Wait!" he called out, his voice lost in the loud music of the club around him.

But she was gone, vanished into the dark club without a trace, leaving Lando to wonder if their encounter had been nothing more than a figment of his imagination. No, no, she was real. She has to be real, she knew his family, she knew him.

As he stood there, alone in the dimly lit club, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him from within. He had been so sure of himself, so confident in his abilities as a hunter, but now he felt lost and adrift in a world he no longer recognized.

With a heavy heart, Lando turned and made his way towards the exit, the sounds of the club fading into the background as he stepped out into the cool night air. He felt like he could finally breathe again.

As he disappeared into the darkness, he couldn't help but wonder, if he would ever see that woman again, or if she had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion in the night.

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Do you want a part 2? Or just some blurbs, imagines, etc. from this au?...write me!🩷

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[strwbrryfire]

TALK SO PRETTY BUT YOUR HEART GOT TEETH!

teeth — 5 seconds of summer

no text version : D

+ the fic(s) that inspired this! (written by @insanedevotion !!!)

[ladymarvel27]

Dog or Corpse? | Carlando | (II)

werewolf!Carlos x reader / vampire!Lando x reader

Part 1

f1 masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of little blood, knives, cuts, fangs. Werewolf transformation?

"You're speaking metaphors, right?" She finally spoke, after a long silence. Carlos softly places his hand on his chest and sighs in relief. He sits down on the couch and takes a deep breath.

“So, are you going to tell me?” She asks.

“What?”

“Why do you hate my project partner?”

“Because he is a vampire. He is posing threat on you. And I have sworn to protect you from him. I am a werewolf and you're my mate. It’s my duty to protect you from him."

She rolls her eyes at him. “I think you have a disease, Carlos.”

“What disease?”

“Lycanthropy! Do you think you are some wolf? And-and we are mated? Gosh, Carlos! You need help!”

“Trust me, I am not lying! And that stupid friend of yours is a vampire!”

“I trust you but-” and she heard bones cracking. His clothes had started to rip and the way those bunch of hairs grew on his body; she had to look away.

A few moments later she heard a soft growling. Her skin had turned pale and her body started sweating, not the way he always made her do, but this time in fear. She slowly turned around. In his place stood a huge black wolf with the same big brown eyes she adores. He held out his paw in front of her. Her hand slowly reached for the jacket and her phone on the table. She immediately grabbed them and ran out of the apartment. Her action caught him off guard and his hand was left hanging there, waiting for her touch, his jaw hanging.

He had to follow her. It was dark outside and she must be in danger. He followed her smell and found her, lying in the middle of the forest, completely passed out, with a little scratch on her head. He must approach her in his human form, maybe she will accept him.

He slowly nudges her body. She blinks and opens her eyes. “What the hell are you, YOU MONSTER!” She immediately snaps at him. Tears blur his vision hearing these words and he takes a step back. “Hermosa please li-,”

“Stay away!” She snaps. He threw his hands in frustration.

“If I wanted to harm you, I already had done it, Mariposa!”

Her face softens as she realises.

“So do you trust me that i won't pose a threat on you?”

She tries to get up and sighs in frustration. “Yes, I trust you.”

“Let me take you home.” She nods and takes his hand to get up.

“I love you amor. I am- we are mated. And I pledge to protect you from any kind of harm.”

“Carlos,” she breathes out softly, “So are you like my guardian angel?”

“No mi amor, I am your boyfriend, your lover,” his face lit up with a smile, his cheeks blushing madly“, And I-I desire to spend the rest of my life with you, Hermosa.”

“And Lando?”

“He is a bloodsucking monster, who wants your blood. He isn’t mortal like us.”

Her eyes widened, “So he will never die?”

“He can die if we stack his heart with a silver dagger.” A dagger goes through a man’s heart even if he did nothing wrong? “NO!” She blurted out loudly.

“What?” He knitted his eyebrows in confusion with her sudden response.

“It’s wrong to kill him. We don’t have any reasons. And how you’re so sure he is a vampire?” She inquired. He shifts and takes a deep breath. “Do you want a real proof?” She nods.

Lando cheerfully greeted her as soon as she opened the door. She gracefully greeted him back and led him to their study place. He looked around, probably checking if that scary boyfriend of hers was here today.

She side-eyes his face as he settles down on one of the chairs. His skin looks paler than what is natural, Carlos had told her, like life had been drained out of him. Lando’s face looks greyish, not the natural skin colour. Seems like all his blood drained from his face. He might look like he is scared, but he isn’t, his tone conveys it. It’s just his natural colour.

After a while, she brought up snacks for them. “Whoa! These are so big,” he commented on the sandwiches. She had made them bigger intentionally. When he opens his mouth wide open to take a bite, she notices his canines. They might not look noticeably like fangs, he might have them filled up so they aren’t easily detectable, but they will be very sharp, like mine. He had told her that Vampires have longer canines which are fangs to suck the blood. Carlos did have sharp canines like a wolf, but not long like a vampire has.

“Oops! I only have one cupcake left,” she spoke looking into the contents of her refrigerator.

“It’s okay,” he smacks his hands in the air.

“No, we can share,” she brings the cupcake in a plate with a knife and place the plate on the table. “I will cut it in two halves, then we both can get it. How’s that?”

“Fine for me,” he shrugs.

She slowly brings the knife but accidentally cuts her finger as she shrieks lightly. “Oh gosh!” A small stream of blood spurs out from the tip of her finger, in the usual bright red colour.

“Are you fine?” He asks, his voice laced with concern but he has his face turned away. Finally, if he gets startled by the bleeding of natural blood and reacts unnaturally, he is for sure a vampire, Carlos' voice kept echoing in her mind.

“Hey! Look at me!” She shouts at him but he keeps looking at the floor. She lifts his chin with all her force and shouts, “LOOK AT ME!” He finally lifts his chin and growls at her, his eyes have turned darker, almost pitch black like he had been possessed, and his canines had elongated into fangs.

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[lovelylotusf1]

When the blood is dripping

🟠 Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

🔴 Rated E

✍️ 8248 words

Summary:

“Sorry?” Oscar stares at him with a blank look. His cheeks are a pretty shade of cherry-red, meaning he fed recently.

“I said,” Lando tries again, “that I’ve decided you’re not allowed to come ‘til you bite me.”

In which Lando wants to find a way to get his vampire boyfriend to bite him. His plan? Denying Oscar an orgasm until he caves, of course.

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Orgasm denial part inspired by @foggieststars burning up verse <3

Tag list because people seemed interested: @wanderingblindly @jusst-you-race @1425fivefive @maaxverstappen @fueledbyremembering

[venusbsenna]

Guys... i did something and I'm obsessed

[sociallyrepressed]

devour

[norstappen]

There’s blood dripping from Max’s hands. It’s staining the hotel carpet, but Lando can’t be bothered by it when Max approaches the bed, bloodied hands leaving red imprints against the pristine white bedding. He tugs at Lando’s ankle to pull him away from the headboard, laying him out across the comforter. Lando goes with it, incapable of not following Max wherever he leads.

He moves them so Lando is flat on his back. It accentuates the slow rise and fall of his chest, the steady calm of his heartbeat. Sometimes Lando is unsettled with the way he’s comfortable around Max. He’ll allow the hands that choke to cup his cheek and stroke his hair. Max is so gentle with him, but he can see the tension jumping beneath his skin. Lando can see the wild gleam in Max’s eyes, the saliva that pools in his jaw. He doesn’t know what keeps Max from snapping and biting and ripping and pulling until Lando is so wholly undone he’s nothing but strips of tendon and shredded bone. But sometimes, he doesn’t care because Max is Max and when Max decides it’s time to finally consume Lando then so be it.

His attention slips back to the present by the weight of Max’s body pressing against his torso. His cheek is resting on Lando’s chest, but Lando swears he can feel the ghost of sharp teeth at his neck. He doesn’t feel alarm, the pressure isn’t biting, the threat of his throat being torn out by Max is nonexistent.

Sometimes, he thinks this is all Max wants. All Max needs. A place where he can exist with no expectations and no need to be anything but present and alive. Deep down, Lando knows being quiet and docile is the only thing sparing him of Max’s brutality.

It’s different out on the track. While racing, Max succumbs completely to the animalistic side of him. The side that hungers. No one is spared because when Max is hungry, he devours. Lando can recall the collision that ended his race early. He can recall the way Max shrugged it off, eyes glinting. Lando’s just a human, fragile, so he didn’t argue his defense. He knows his place and he won’t be forced to bow like some of the other humans standing before Max.

(Is what he’s doing any different? Is it any better? He’s laid himself out, but his fate won’t be any different.)

He remembers Max’s first championship. He remembers how Max came to Lando with blood running down his hands in thick rivulets more times than not. Lando never considered what would happen if it was his own blood. He can feel it drying between his own fingers from where Max is holding his hand. It’s gentle, far too gentle for a raging beast, starving for everything he could ever have and beyond that.

This thing being nurtured between them is dangerous. It could easily sour and destroy Lando. He knows he wouldn’t be able to stop it, he’d probably welcome it because if anyone were to ever to ruin Lando, at least it’d be Max.

He runs his hands down Max’s spine. Back up again to scratch the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. He rests his head back against the pillow, falling asleep to the phantom feeling of hot breath panting against his throat.

[amirasainz]

So, I don't know if you do the October writing thing like everyone else, but could you please do Vampire Lewis with Reader and he is always drinking her blood and makes her believe that it's good, manipulates her, etc.... And some of the other driver are vampires as well and tell him that he is obsessed with reader and it's not healthy and unfair to her. So he gets mad and leaves with his girl the country?

Sorry, if my english is very bad

Omg,this was so much fun. If you guys send me more supernatural requests, I'll definitely write them.

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

Dark Red

The dim light of the post-race debriefing room cast long shadows over the tense faces of the Formula 1 drivers, who were assembled after a grueling race at Monza. The air buzzed with a strange energy, not just from the post-adrenaline rush, but from something darker, more primal. They were all vampires, powerful and ancient, each with their own quirks and vices, but something—someone—stood out.

Lewis lounged in his seat, the sleek lines of his jaw catching the light as he rested against the chair. His eyes, a glowing, hypnotic amber, fixated on the girl in his lap, Y/N. She sat perched there, her head resting against his chest, neck tilted slightly, exposing the delicate skin of her throat. Her eyes were half-closed, lost in a haze of pleasure and something more dangerous.

Lewis's lips brushed her neck as he whispered soothingly, "You’re doing so well, love. Just relax. It’s good for you… so good for you." His voice was a melodic purr, designed to lull her deeper into the thrall he had her under. She didn’t protest as his sharp fangs pierced her skin again, drawing from her in slow, deliberate sips.

The other drivers, scattered around the room, noticed the scene unfolding but said nothing at first. It wasn’t unusual for Lewis to indulge in a feeding post-race, but this… this was different.

Max , seated across from them, crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, the blue of his irises glinting as he exchanged glances with Charles and Lando. Something wasn’t right.

“Mate, you’re taking it too far,” Max finally spoke up, his voice low but firm. "She’s human, Lewis. You’ve been drinking from her too much."

Lewis lifted his head from Y/N’s neck, his lips stained with crimson. He didn’t bother wiping it off, his tongue darting out to lick the blood from his fangs. His eyes flicked lazily toward Max, amusement dancing in them.

“She’s mine,” he said simply, possessively, as though that answered everything. Y/N, dazed, shifted in his lap, clearly drained yet completely unaware of how much control Lewis had over her.

Charles leaned forward, his usually soft features hardened with concern. “You’ve made her dependent on you. She can’t think straight anymore. It’s… unhealthy.”

Lewis smirked, brushing Y/N’s hair away from her neck as if showing off his work, her pale skin now littered with faint scars from where he had fed from her repeatedly. "She loves it," he said softly, almost too softly, running a finger along the bite marks. "Don’t you, love?"

Y/N, her voice weak, nodded, “Y-Yes… it feels good…” Her words were a hushed breath, as though she couldn’t quite find the strength to speak louder.

Lando, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, glanced at the others. “This is… this isn’t fair to her, Lewis. You’re not giving her a choice anymore.”

Lewis’s jaw clenched, and his eyes flared briefly with anger. “A choice?” His voice was venomous now. "She made her choice the moment she wanted to be with me. I’m giving her everything—pleasure, protection… she doesn’t need anything else."

But the room wasn’t convinced. Max leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing with irritation. “This isn’t about protection. You’re obsessed. You’re draining her, and not just her blood—you’re taking her will. There are rules for a reason, Lewis. You can’t keep feeding off a human like this. You know that.”

Charles nodded, his expression serious. “It’s cruel. She’s too weak to even realize what’s happening anymore.”

Lewis's lips curled into a dangerous smile, his fangs glinting under the dim light. "You think I care about your rules? I’m not like the rest of you. She’s mine, and I’ll do whatever I damn well please."

The tension in the room thickened, the air almost crackling with the electric undercurrent of their ancient power. The other vampires were powerful, yes, but there was something different about Lewis—an edge, a dominance that they couldn’t quite match. He reveled in it, in the control he held over Y/N, in the way she was utterly devoted to him without even realizing the extent of his manipulation.

Then, in an act that sent shockwaves through the room, Lewis bit into his own wrist, his eyes locked on Y/N’s half-conscious face.

The other drivers froze.

“No. No, Lewis, don’t—” Charles’s voice was laced with panic as he shot up from his seat.

But it was too late. Lewis pressed his bleeding wrist to Y/N’s lips, forcing her to drink his blood. "Drink, darling," he whispered in a low, hypnotic voice. "It’ll make you feel better."

Her lips parted weakly, and she obeyed, too far gone to resist. She drank from him, her eyes fluttering shut as the vampire blood coursed through her veins, healing her instantly. Her pale complexion gained color in an instant, the bite marks on her neck fading, disappearing altogether. But it wasn’t just her wounds that healed. She would be bound to him forever now, tied by the most sacred—and forbidden—act in their world.

Max shot to his feet, his face a mask of disbelief and fury. "You just—You gave her your blood! Are you insane? You can’t do that!"

Lando stood up too, shaking his head in shock. “You’ve broken the most important rule. You’ve just bound her to you forever. She’ll never be free of you now.”

Lewis remained calm, almost smug, as Y/N rested peacefully in his arms, her body revitalized by his blood. He ran a hand through her hair, brushing her cheek gently, as if daring them to challenge him.

"You all talk like you’re concerned for her," he said coolly, "but none of you could protect her like I can. None of you can give her what I do. She belongs to me now, fully."

Charles was seething. "That’s not your decision to make! She’s human! She didn’t agree to this!"

Lewis’s eyes flashed dangerously, his voice a low growl. "She doesn’t need to agree. I know what’s best for her."

The room was in chaos now, the drivers pacing, muttering angrily amongst themselves. But no one dared to confront Lewis directly. His power was too immense, too dangerous. They knew he’d crossed a line, but what could they do about it?

Max finally stepped forward, fury etched into every line of his face. "You’ve gone too far. This is bigger than just you and her, Lewis. You’ve broken every rule we have. You’ll be hunted for this."

Lewis stood slowly, Y/N still cradled in his arms as if she weighed nothing. His eyes locked onto Max’s, the challenge clear. "Let them hunt me. Let them try. They’ll never take her from me."

With that, he turned sharply, striding toward the door, Y/N held protectively against his chest. "We’re done here," he spat over his shoulder. "She’s mine, and I’m taking her far away from all of you. You’ll never see us again."

The other drivers watched in stunned silence as Lewis disappeared through the door, his power echoing in the room long after he was gone. They knew they had witnessed something forbidden, something dangerous—and they knew that Lewis Hamilton had just declared war on their world.

And there was nothing they could do to stop him.

[heartiella]

[turbomnstr]

[fairylando]

is there a iwtv/f1 subfandom? like does it exist?? because it's been years of these two hyperfixiations of mine going hand in hand and i have no on to talk about how lando is literally daniel molloy coded — luke brandon field's version of young twink daniel molloy most of all — or the fact that brocedes are literally loustat?? and iwtv is literally lewis' favorite piece of media...

[gartyontumlr]

✨vampire bite✨plus my art not arting🤸‍♀️

[ladymarvel27]

Dog or Corpse? | Carlando | (I)

werewolf!Carlos x reader / vampire!Lando x reader

Inspired from this fic by @vivwritesfics

f1 masterlist

Part 2

Warnings: Brief mentions of smut.

Her boyfriend had taken her out on a date. And these kinds of dates often end passionately, in the bed of any of them. She came several times, and he marked her passionately, making her feel loved, safe and protected. That was his character. But also to remind the bloodsucker whose she was. That was his nature. He will stay behind his lines. These marks aren't just love bites, those were symbols, that they are mated now, so the sucker will know didn’t have any chances. He will stop lurking around her.

She is his and he must respect it or die.

She had met him last week. He was supposed to be her assistant but maybe he wanted more of her, which was not possible. And she was completely oblivious to his actions. She was too innocent for this world. He won’t let him take her away from him.

That bloodsucker must stay away. Stay away from her.

"Princesa," he spoke slowly in her ears,"you're mine, all mine."

She moaned under him and felt all happy in his arms, oblivious to his intentions.

How dare he give her his jumper? How dare he think that a strong werewolf like him is just a pet of hers? He is an apex predator and HER protector now. And he has sworn he will protect her from monsters like him.

Carlos won't let him be with her alone at such a personal place, so his presence was necessary when the bloodsucker came to her house for whatever project they were working together on. It was a hard task to convince her. But when Lando arrived Carlos realised it would be harder to control himself when the parasite would be around her. She would raise an eyebrow at him and he would be silent. She shook her head and ignored him. He sighed in relief.

He kept hovering over them, trying to keep an eye. But that bastard kept smirking at him like he won and Carlos lost. He couldn't control it anymore. His protective nature overpowered him and growled loudly at Lando. "What the hell?!" She shouted at him. He had to step back, like the obedient dog he is. Her eyes said that she needed an explanation for his behaviour. She is suspicious! And he doesn't want to lose her trust, the woman he thinks he is mated to.

Finally, Lando left and he had to tell her the truth. "I am a werewolf, mi amor," he spoke, "And that stupid classmate of yours is a vampire." He was met with a long silence from you. Finally, she spoke, "You're speaking metaphors, right?"

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[verstappenclerc]

what’s up with max, his little shiny fang, looking like he is made out of cardboard in these recents pictures and having a complexion that rivals jasper’s from twilight