do not feed rabbits oats, they are a treat meant to be given very infrequently, if at all 🐇
Something has been unsettling Ghost since they started walking. A presence crawling amongst the undergrowth they push through and over, gentle footsteps vibrating the dirt underneath them.
He can feel its nearness now; warm, beating, lurking somewhere close. It sets him on edge more than a person, eyeing the shrubbery for the flick of a tail or the point of an ear - god knows what kind of animals they've got for tracking now.
You're finally caught when the chill sets in, shivering underneath bracken as you observe them cook over the gas burner. The smell of oats is enough to have your teeth grinding, involuntarily stretching out your nose to chase the scent, and your dewlap brushes against the brittle leaf litter.
Four heads snap towards you, your limbs tensing into a perfect paralysis - but the colour of your coat is a spotlight of its own, a sore eye amongst the dark greens and browns.
"Poor thing," Gaz coos towards the bushes, where your tufts of fur peaks out amongst the speckled leaves. "Lost in the chaos, lookin' for an owner, I bet."
It's something he gets caught up on often, Kyle thinks, looking at the slim, wide-eyed mammal - stray animals, the tatters of domestication trailing with them, nosing through the rubble and destruction. Wishes he could take them all far away.
It takes a few minutes but their gazes become less intense, though their conversation still loops around you between crude jokes and banter, as the younger men debate which food rabbits really live off - you want to tell them they're both wrong, but you'd eat anything at the moment to lessen the gurgling of your stomach that's becoming harder to ignore. The sensation has you pressed against the dirt, stomach catching on twigs and weeds as you inch closer and closer to the smell of sustenance.
Ghost is amused by the statue-like approach you take to creeping towards the fire. A rustle crackles throughout the quiet camp, and when he turns his head, there's a small rabbit perched perfectly still, nose twitching furiously. When he looks back at the fire, the sound of leaves crunching under tiny paws continues. It takes a few minutes until you're beside to him, low to the ground.
Another few minutes, and you're next to the fire, low and flat as you creep. When Price shuffles, you skitter towards the closest shelter - Soap's stretched out legs, shoving yourself underneath them. He freezes, looking around unsuredly, until you poke your head out again to inspect them with those wide, brown eyes.
Finally, it's Price that caves and reaches into his bag. He pulls out a package, tearing it open and watching your tiny head bob into the air as soon as the scent hits. You crawl over to the oats as they spill on the ground, snuffling through the dirt to lap them up, grinding them between your sharp incisors.
Really, you should've seen it coming; the stillness of the man above you as you ate, ears relaxed and mouth full as you savoured the sweet grain until you were nosing amongst the ground for crumbs left behind. He snatches you up, and you immediately start wriggling wildly, flailing in every direction in hopes of landing a kick to spring away from him. But Price holds you close, taking each lash of your powerful back legs with the grit of his teeth, until you calm down and still against his chest.
He rewards you with a big, rough hand against your back, scratching at your spine in a way that has you reluctantly pushing into his fingers, teeth grinding into a purr as he rubs apart the dirt matted to your soft coat. The sensation continues as the boys sit in silence, eating their own food and watching the sight of their captain, and the atmosphere almost lulls you into a lazy moment of respite until the body underneath you rumbles a laugh.
I know I’ve been on that oscmark dadson propaganda machine but this osc&mark Mark-becoming-a-grid-dad-without-realising-it fic is SO GOOD. The epilogue for Daniel got me legit tearing up and the whole fic is beautifully written and so in-depth. Highly recommend it!! - 🧚🏻
the fairy anon mega fic oscmark/sebmark fic rec post
you are loved, you are loved, more than you know - hm132050
Five times Mark Webber didn't realise he was Oscar Piastri's dad... and the one time he did.
Mark finally realises he has a kid, with plenty of help from a few grid dad's along the way.
Featuring a goodbye to Danny Ric in the final chapter <3
guardian 🔒(series) - anon
In the hospitality suite one day, Mark tugs him aside by the shirtsleeve and keeps his voice low. "Hey. You need to drop?"
Oscar looks up at the ceiling, bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Might do," he says tightly. "Yeah." His eyes flash somewhere else - a mechanic coming over to ask him a question - but he returns to the fleeting bubble of safety Mark has made for him, right here, to add, "And touch, too."
Mark nods. "Got it."
take a shower and say sorry 🔒- redpaint
They should stop. He should stop. But he’s spent four fucking years wondering how exactly to deal with Seb and now the answer is finally simple and at least he’ll get to come at the end of it.
(After Multi 21, Sebastian is determined to earn Mark's forgiveness.)
my friend you have been a TREASURE TROVE of fic recs, absolutely loving the guardian series and Oscar saying dada to Mark, like aaaAAAAAA
Slowly getting into Charlos and read this fic and it has EVERYTHING. Ferrari as a religion. Being the priest’s favourite sacrificial lamb. Mental instability - 🧚🏻
worthy is the lamb (thank you for the price you paid) 🔒 - choripan/@7msc
Regarding the age swap “WDCs win through orgasm denial” idea:
https://archiveofourown.org/series/4694896
Just read this Lando/Oscar/Mark series and it has Mark putting Oscar in a cage and lo and behold, he wins the championship. When it comes to the next year, Oscar tries to get out of wearing the cage and Mark tells him it seems to be the reason he won
The vibes are incredibly rancid and therefore even more delicious. Highly recommended! - 🧚🏻
Slept a solid ten hours and I’m back on my bullshit
Max and Daniel sequestering themselves away in Max’s Monaco apartment when Daniel’s “ovulating”. Max is determined to knock him up, keeps pushing into Daniel every time he gets hard til they don’t need lube anymore, the plug keeping Daniel wet and full of Max’s seed
It’s been days at this point. They sleep, fuck, eat, fuck again, nap, wake up to Max’s wandering hands groping Daniel’s tits, Max murmuring about how fat they’ll get with milk, fuck again and again and again
Daniel feels like he’s going mad, delirious, constantly split open on Max’s cock. He’s meant to be the younger one, he’s barely an adult, but at this point it’s dry orgasms only, tight contractions that almost hurt but are guaranteed to have Max filling him up again
It’s the third, maybe fourth time he’s been fucked today. Max has him prone on his belly, fucking him into the mattress, no stimulation but the dry friction of the bed sheets. They tried with Daniel on his knees, shoulders to the mattress but his knees gave way and he collapsed face first into the pillow
Daniel can’t remember how long Max has been pushing into him. Can’t really remember how many times he’s had his hole full and clenching. Max is saying something but the words don’t make sense. Maybe he’s speaking Dutch. Maybe Max has fucked him so many times he doesn’t have brains anymore, just cum inside of him
Max petting at Daniel’s obliques. He’s not sure himself which language he’s using but the meaning’s all the same, you’re so lovely for me, surely this one will take, you’re being such a good boy aren’t you
Daniel’s face scrunched into the pillow. His brows are furrowed, eyes creased closed but his mouth has been open for ages, drool slipping out and tiny noises fucked out of him with every thrust like he can no longer control his body. He’s just a vessel for Max’s pleasure and when Max shoves his hand to cup Daniel’s cock, Daniel starts sobbing with pleasure when he tightens up and cums again, eyes opening only to roll back and what else can Max do except grind his cock further and fill Daniel up for the millionth time? Daniel won’t be in his fertile phase for much longer, better make good use of that time
- 🧚🏻
GWOAAAAAAAA
...Daniel feels like he’s going mad, delirious, constantly split open on Max’s cock. He’s meant to be the younger one, he’s barely an adult...
...Max is saying something but the words don’t make sense. Maybe he’s speaking Dutch. Maybe Max has fucked him so many times he doesn’t have brains anymore, just cum inside of him.
...His brows are furrowed, eyes creased closed but his mouth has been open for ages, drool slipping out and tiny noises fucked out of him with every thrust like he can no longer control his body. He’s just a vessel for Max’s pleasure...
...Daniel won’t be in his fertile phase for much longer, better make good use of that time.
HOOOWA
Age swap max discovering Omegaverse and getting obsessed and not telling Daniel that that's exactly why he's keeping him in bed and full of cum for a week straight. I kid i jest.
