#amelia.asks

[passengerprincipessa]

lovee that you included Lando liking ‘artistic stuff or whatever’ cause he does! honestly his merch is one of the best ive ever seen across my corner of the internet and idk, its refreshing to see fic!lando have actual personality instead of being only the playboy or shit

yeah! i was thinking about it after that tumi video where lando drew a suitcase and it actually looked really good. plus the contrast between his f1 movie poster and oscar’s 😭 like sorry i do not trust oscar painting her own nails or doing her eyeliner. that’s lando’s job and he’ll delight in getting to do it for her

[passengerprincipessa]

re: you will get more insight into lando's headspace in chapter 4!

YAAAAAAAAAAAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY

Sex in it is the hottest thing I have ever read in my life but I anticipating their big talk about everything so much!!

i feel like a lot of people have been in my inbox and comments talking about them having some sort of big conversation and i do want to make clear that neither of them really have the language to have a conversation about gender in a way i think people are imagining. like obviously this fic has trans themes but they’re both f1 drivers who do not know any trans people irl. my intention with this fic really isn’t to have there be some tidy resolution where oscar comes out as the first trans f1 driver or something like that. im much more interested in exploring shame and gender and agency, and a public vs private sense of self, using a character who doesn’t fully understand the things he’s feeling. im so glad people are enjoying the fic but if people are looking for a linear, straightforward trans coming out narrative, that’s not the direction the fic is taking

[passengerprincipessa]

waiting patiently for wednesday for wip wednesday 🥹🙏

i mean you can have a snippet now. i'm feeling generous and attention-seeking

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Lando keeps making him touch himself, over and over again, stopping every time he starts to get hard. It’s torture, watching himself leak into his panties, watching his pink nails stroke over his soft little dick, hearing himself let out small, desperate noises every time Lando tells him to stop.

��You have to learn, baby,” Lando says gently. “You get hard so fucking easy.”

As if to prove his point, Lando stretches his leg out, pressing the sole of his socked foot against Oscar’s dick through the panties.

Oscar lets out a sob at the pressure, fucking up helplessly against Lando’s foot, his dick already firming up.

“Look at that,” Lando says, keeping his foot pressed against Oscar. “You’re already hard, aren’t you?”

Oscar shakes his head, his lip trembling, even as he drags his dick against Lando’s foot, even as he can feel how hard he is under his panties, throbbing, aching, desperate to come.

“Can’t help yourself, can you?” Lando says. “Such a fucking slut, Osc.”

“M’not,” Oscar whimpers, even as he grinds desperately against Lando’s foot.

Lando laughs. “Look at yourself, babe. You’re frickin’—humping my foot.”

Oscar lets out a humiliated sob, but he can’t seem to stop, desperate and ashamed and so turned on he thinks he might pass out.

It feels deliriously good, the way Lando’s treating him—the edge of cruelty in Lando’s voice, the tenderness underneath it. Oscar feels like the men in the videos, like all of this is a performance, like Lando’s offered him a role to play.

Like this, it all feels—easy.

Oscar could cry, but Lando’s pressing his foot firmly against Oscar’s dick and Oscar can’t think of anything, really, then how desperate he is to come.

“S’alright, sweetheart, if you can’t help yourself,” Lando says gently. “Just means we have to lock up that pretty little clit of yours.” Lando gives Oscar a lazy smile. “Reckon if we kept the cage on long enough, you couldn’t even get hard anymore.”

“Please,” Oscar whispers. 

His face burns when he realizes what he’s just said. That he’s just fucking—asked Lando to lock his dick up, to keep the cage on until he forgets how to get hard, until he’s only good for being fucked.

“Knew you’d like that,” Lando says, smirking. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you? You’d frickin’—beg me for it, if I made you.”

[passengerprincipessa]

i need to manhandle lando so bad like why is he so pretty if he cant be manhandled

every time i start to feel normal about him ill see a photo of him looking so fuckable and it ruins my whole day

[passengerprincipessa]

I think lando's big dick exists to fuck oscar's big butt

maybe his big dick exists to flop uselessly while he's fucked

[passengerprincipessa]

hear me out, slutty little booty shorts + crop top on our (pink diamond in the dark) beautiful princess oscar. like she wears that around while staying at lando's place because it's comfortable ykwim

like I have no clue what you're going for or flow of the story now but yk, just casually throwing in an idea... anyways, have a wonderful day

oscar with her itty bitty waist and her bodacious ass in booty shorts and a crop top... anon you've actually derailed my whole day. like i'm staring at a wall rn thinking about it

[passengerprincipessa]

people on f1 TWITTER.. of all places appreciating pink diamond in the dark oh godmelia

every time someone recs my fic on twitter i go into fight or flight. friendly reminder that i lock my fics for a reason and do not want links to my fics shared on twitter or tiktok! im so glad people are enjoying it but it’s not the kind of thing id want a driver or someone they know stumbling on while scrolling

[passengerprincipessa]

Lando is a meerkat!!!! Yes canon

like look at him popping up out of his hole to take a look around

[passengerprincipessa]

i know it’s just meant to be smut but like will osc accept himself in pink diamond. like ik he��s all like ‘ugh fine lando ig ill put on the lingerie i don’t care about just to get u off’ but like is he ever gonna admit anything to himself and be happy??? again it’s like pwp but like osc deserves to enjoy this all without shame. like it’s insane u have this ability to write filthy smut that makes me think like dang i really hope this fictional version of oscar is happy :(

it has a happy ending! i don’t want to spoil how im planning to get there, but i think it’d ruin my life if i didn’t let this version of oscar be happy

[passengerprincipessa]

yes, you could see a bra through oscars linen shirt, but consider: he can't yet wear a bra in public so he has to go topless and is stressing out about everyone seeing his tits

😩 why am i worked up about irl oscar being at cannes in a see-through shirt with no bra

[passengerprincipessa]

Saw the tag "cock cages" in the update email and felt so unbelievably giddy I can't WAIT to read it when I get home 😘😘

tragically this chapter is more about cock cages as a concept than an actual cock cage. stay tuned though ☝️

[passengerprincipessa]

Love u queen but I need to take a break from the pink diamond in the dark because I saw Oscar this week and thought to myself, wow SHE has child bearing hips. About a grown ass man. I will come back when I trust myself to tell the difference of reality and fiction.

im laughing so hard. everyone’s worried about people irl shipping drivers when everyone should’ve been worried about people irl forcefemming drivers

[passengerprincipessa]

pink diamond is so oscar focused that when you mention landos hot too im like oh yeah so true

no genuinely same. they were fucking on the sofa and i was like oh right lando probably looks hot or something ig

[passengerprincipessa]

landoscar and piercings pretty please? but also like some feminization maybe? THANK

non-famous au landoscar + piercing (for the kink prompts)

“Wish you’d wear something tighter,” Lando murmurs, sliding up behind Oscar and nosing at Oscar’s neck, one hand slipping under Oscar’s boxy t-shirt.

Oscar laughs, dragging Lando’s hand out from where it’s crawling up his abs. “You don’t.”

“I do,” Lando whines. “Can’t see how good your tits look in this.” He brings a hand up to Oscar’s chest and tweaks Oscar’s nipple through the fabric, just for good measure.

Lando hears Oscar let out a small, helpless whimper, but Oscar bats his hand away and spins around, frowning down at Lando. It’d all be a lot more convincing if Oscar’s cheeks weren’t flushed a bright, hectic pink, his trousers slightly tented.

“What?” Lando asks innocently.

“We’re in public.”

Lando snorts. “Yeah, at a gay bar. No one gives a shit if I play with your nipples.”

Oscar lets out a tiny squeak, but he gives Lando a disapproving look as he says, “I give a shit.”

“Is this one of those situations where you’re, like, bad embarrassed?” Lando asks. “Or where you’re embarrassed because it’s hot?”

Oscar groans and squeezes his eyes shut, taking a shaky breath. “The second one,” he grits out.

“Right,” Lando says, caging Oscar in against the bar, slotting his thigh between Oscar’s legs and sliding a hand under Oscar’s shirt. “Then I’m going to play with your tits, yeah?” He slips his hand up until he feels Oscar’s nipple, pebbled and hard, the balls of his piercing on either side. “And you’re going to tell me how much you like it.”

Oscar lets out a fractured moan, hips hitching against Lando’s thigh. Lando wonders idly if he could make Oscar come in his trousers in the middle of the bar. He won’t, doesn’t want anyone but him to see what Oscar looks like when he falls apart. But when Lando brushes a thumb back and forth over Oscar’s nipple and Oscar fucking whimpers, Lando knows he could. Knows it’d take barely anything to have Oscar falling apart against his thigh.

It’s why Lando had made him get the piercings in the first place. Before Oscar, Lando had never met anyone who could come just from having their nipples played with, thought it was just, like, a thing in porn. But the first time Lando got his mouth on Oscar’s nipples, Oscar had come all over his stomach with a shocked moan, blinking down at Lando with a dazed expression.

Lando hadn’t thought Oscar would say yes when Lando brought up getting them pierced. Lando had been biting and sucking at Oscar’s nipples while Oscar rode him, and he’d pulled off, Oscar’s nipples wet and shiny with spit, and said, “They’d look so fucking good pierced.” Oscar had barely had time to get a hand on his cock before he was coming, panting out a shocked, “Lando.”

But Oscar had done it and they’d taken ages to heal and now Lando wants to enjoy them. Fucking sue him for wanting to play with his boyfriends’ tits.

Lando slides his other hand into Oscar’s hair and tugs Oscar in for a sloppy kiss, pinching Oscar’s nipple tight between his fingers as he licks into Oscar’s mouth.

But Oscar makes a frantic noise and pulls back, looking down at Lando with a desperate expression.

“What?” Lando asks, trying to sound casual as he thumbs over Oscar’s nipple.

“Lando,” Oscar pants. “You can’t—” He trails off and Lando can feel how hard Oscar is against his thigh, knows exactly how much Oscar likes this.

“Not an answer, mate,” Lando says, pressing his thigh firmly against Oscar’s cock.

Oscar whimpers, even as he pushes his chest into Lando’s hand, like he’s begging for Lando to touch him. But he still doesn’t say anything, just stares at Lando with a half-crazed expression.

Lando can’t resist teasing him a bit. “Doesn’t seem like you like it,” Lando says, pulling his hand out from under Oscar’s shirt. “Reckon we shouldn’t—”

Oscar makes an indignant noise, dragging his cock against Lando’s thigh.

Lando tsks and grips Oscar’s hips in his hands, firm, pinning Oscar against the bar. “None of that, mate,” Lando says, trying to sound unaffected. “Good boys ask for what they want, yeah?”

A moan spills out of Oscar, even as he tries to glare at Lando.

Lando grins, delighted by Oscar’s obvious desperation, and leans in to press a kiss to Oscar’s jaw, smiling when Oscar shudders. His lips are right next to Oscar’s ear when he murmurs, “You’re a good boy, aren’t you, Osc?”

Oscar whimpers, but he manages a tiny, “Yes.”

“Then ask,” Lando breathes, fingers brushing against the gap of exposed skin where Oscar’s t-shirt is still rucked up.

Oscar takes a shaky breath and whispers, “Please.”

Lando presses another kiss to Oscar’s jaw. “Please what?”

“Please—” Oscar breaks off on a small, humiliated whine. Lando thinks for a moment that he might not say it, that it all might be too much. But Oscar whispers, voice so small Lando can barely hear him, “Please play with my tits.”

Lando lets out a shocked moan, already sliding a hand up to Oscar’s nipple. “Good boy,” Lando murmurs, and pulls Oscar in for a searing kiss, swallowing Oscar’s frantic sob.

They’re still in public, after all.

[passengerprincipessa]

Idk if it's something in the water or if something happened over winter break, but to me, Oscar looks hotter, happier, more relaxed, and confident. Like he's literally glowing. I wish he was my girlfriend 💔

[passengerprincipessa]

Can we have a snippet, queen?🤲🏻

“Sorry it doesn’t smell as nice as your stuff,” Lando says softly, working the shampoo into Oscar’s hair, massaging Oscar’s scalp. Oscar’s eyes flutter at the feeling.

“All good,” Oscar says, voice just as soft.

It’s dizzying, being touched so tenderly. He feels taken care of in a way he can’t remember being for years. Probably since he was a kid, sometime before he left for boarding school.

Lando conditions his hair, too, and climbs out of the shower first, drying himself off and grabbing a towel for Oscar.

He pats Oscar dry, running the towel over his arms, his chest, his back. Lando even gets on his knees to dry Oscar’s legs. He presses a kiss to Oscar’s thigh while he’s down there, blinking up at Oscar through his absurdly long lashes.

“Love your legs,” Lando murmurs. He nuzzles his face against Oscar’s thigh, his eyes sliding shut.

When he stands back up, he wraps the towel around Oscar, just below his armpits. The hem of the towel skims the very tops of Oscar’s thighs.

Oscar realizes with a jolt that Lando’s treating him like he really has tits. Like he really is a girl.