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preet-01 · 3 months

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The Many Boyfriends of Daniel Ricciardo

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Chapter 1: The Third Constant in F1

After well over a decade in the sport, Sebastian Vettel is sure of three things in Formula One. Three things that never change and will always remain a constant in the circus that they all loved so much.

One: Cash is King. Everything they did, everywhere they raced, every track they raced on, it was decided based on how much money people were willing to spend.

Two: People will always hate the dominating driver. They had hated him, they hated Lewis, and now they hate Max. It’s just how the world of Formula One works, or rather the way of sports in general. People will always hate the winners because their guy is losing.

Three: Daniel Ricciardo will have at least two men fighting for his attention at any given moment. And more than likely, Daniel will be completely unaware that they can’t stand one another.

In the early days of Daniel’s career it had been Lewis and Jenson. The teammates loved the adoration Daniel gave them. Two world champions, young and talented at a team that could win them races but not more championships, had found a sort of solace in the adoration given to them by a driver so early in his career. It didn’t hurt that Daniel was so willing to go along with whatever they wanted, so happy to be positioned any which way, to be shared and used and ruined if they so wished.

Then it was Lewis and Nico. The teammates playing tug of war with their favorite Aussie on podiums. Both wanting Daniel and not wanting the other to have a moment alone with him. Daniel hadn’t minded being stuck between the two Mercedes teammates due to his love for their attention. A heady feeling for the Australian who was trying to make his mark on the sport and prove that he deserved his Red Bull seat over all the others.

Towards the end of the Lewis and Nico teammates era, Max had entered the picture. Young, rash, and so clearly in love with Daniel. So it had become Lewis and Max chasing after Daniel’s affections. A driver cemented in the sport and in his efforts for Daniel versus a driver desperate to clutch on tightly to everything that he received.

Lewis always remained, never pushing for more than Daniel was willing to give but never settling for anything less than what he wanted. A complicated position for a complicated man. Max, on the other hand, wanted to take and take, never settling for sharing Daniel. At least not in his early years when his only true competition had been Lewis and Max had been on the same team as Daniel.

As time progressed and more competition for Daniel arrived, there was little Max could do about his selfishness when it came to Daniel. They were no longer on the same team and the others outnumbered him.

In 2018, Charles and Scotty James had staked their claims on Daniel. Unlike the rest of them, Scotty was Australian and close to Daniel in ways the others never could be. Charles, so pretty and perfect, had been just like Max in the sense he took what he wanted and without any hesitation. And when it had been Daniel, he hadn’t hesitated in securing a place at Daniel’s side during the Monaco celebrations. His own awful home race hadn’t prevented him from celebrating Daniel’s win and claiming Daniel as his prize.

Then came George, a fan who wanted to know Daniel intimately, in every sense of the word. And Lando who laughed like he was dying at Daniel’s jokes about pubes and mustaches. But unlike George who didn’t hesitate to befriend Daniel and call him Danny Ric and wear clothes that Daniel designed just to have his attention, Lando was shyer, took more time. He’s more sensitive, Daniels had once said with a look of pure adoration for the young Brit.

Sebastian had gotten used to dealing with drivers that fell for Daniel’s charms. He knew what to say to them, how to give them a shovel talk and threaten them if needed, he knew how to protect Daniel from getting hurt. Hell, he even knew how to deal with Scotty.

One would think that by the seventh time it happened, Sebastian would have no qualms with threatening someone and being intimidating for Daniel’s sake. One would think that until they saw the most recent victim to Daniel’s charms.

Daniel had gone and gotten an American football player to be completely enthralled by him. Twice his size (and Sebastian’s), Josh Allen towered over all the rest and easily manhandled Daniel.

Sebastian would need to get creative in his threats, but he would do so if it meant preventing Daniel from getting hurt by some American athlete.

#daniel and his harem of boyfriends #dosh #dewis #chaniel #maxiel #ricrussell #dando #scaniel #daniel ricciardo x charles leclerc #daniel ricciardo x lewis hamilton #daniel ricciardo x josh allen #daniel ricciardo x max verstappen #daniel ricciardo x lando norris #daniel ricciardo x george russell

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semperama · 2 months

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On the Fifty Yard Line

This is now complete! Thanks for the lovely feedback so far, and I hope you enjoy the rest! <3

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Josh Allen/Daniel Ricciardo Additional Tags: Sexual Tension, American Football, Competence Kink, Wall Sex, Sharing Clothes Words: 6500 Summary:

“Come on, really throw one,” he says, holding his hands up in preparation. Josh chuckles at him, pulls his arm back, hesitates, and then lets it fly. This time, when it hits Daniel’s hands, the sound is loud, echoing. It fucking stings, more than he thought it would. Daniel wants it again. “Is that, like, your maximum?” he asks as he lobs it back.

#daniel/josh #dosh #ricallen #f1 #my writing

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danthropologie · 11 months

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these two pics back to back, he said happy pride to all the bisexuals out there

#daniel ricciardo #josh allen #heidi berger #dan #wags #dosh #idk if that was a tag but #dot jpg #he's psychotic for this actually #why would you do that daniel.....#this poor woman puts up with so much 😭#bde (bisexual disaster energy)#sabbatical23

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dr3smile · 3 months

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Daniel via LinkedIn: “Had a great break. At home, off the grid, with loved ones. Refreshed and ready for a big 2024 💪”

#daniel ricciardo #danny ric #dr3 #ric3 #LinkedIn #he’s ready for this year and I can’t wait #he’s going to cook #visa cash app racing bulls #summer break 24 #Perth #always ripping his man #dosh

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maxcuntstappen · 3 months

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Get 2 Know F1 (Tumblr Posts Edition) (6/?): Daniel (and his love for big, beefy men) edition

#daniel ricciardo #josh allen #dosh #f1 #f1 incorrect quotes #funny text posts x f1 #f1t #f1i

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adimouze · 3 months

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need someone to check in on max verstappen now that josh allen has stolen his man

#maxiel #f1 #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #josh allen #dosh

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landoom · 3 months

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"I was with him yesterday"

"See him tonight, too."

"That's my guy."

"I love him"

#okay #very heterosexual #dosh #josh allen #daniel ricciardo

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yesloulou · 3 months

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Daniel Ricciardo and Josh Allen at the 2024 V-CARB Car Launch in Vegas 🇺🇸

#(extremely affectionate) stupid4stupid 😭#daniel ricciardo #josh allen #dosh #f1 #nfl #*#**

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ayu1708 · 3 months

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husbands fight

#maxiel #f1 fanart #dosh #Daniel's baby bear&lion

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preet-01 · 3 months

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Thinking of writing a Daniel fic with all of his bfs — Josh, max, George, Lewis, Charles, Lando, etc

Here’s a little snippet

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Max Verstappen had not known a moment of peace since the fateful day he shook hands with Daniel Ricciardo.

All sense of normality had gone out the window and he’d been a man possessed. A man in love — never mind that he was a teenager when he’d shook hands with Daniel, his point still stood. He’d fallen quickly and there was no going back, not that he would ever want to. Max was many things, idiotic was not one of them.

So there was no peace for Max because he hadn’t been the first to fall for Daniel’s pretty smile, brown eyes, and charming personality. Nor had Max been the last.

But he had dealt with it.

Max could handle the other drivers, he knew how to push their buttons and the lines that they couldn’t cross due to existing contracts and all that. Max had beat so many of them on track as well and knew that he could take out his frustrations with them during a race and Daniel would be none the wiser about it.

But then Scotty had appeared in the picture. Scotty — Red Bull sponsored athlete and Australian. However, Scotty was a snowboarder which meant more often than not his schedule was the opposite of Daniel’s and most importantly Daniel hated the cold. Then Scotty got married to Lance’s sister and it was even easier to keep Daniel from the Australian.

Max had never accounted for some American to take Daniel’s time away from him. He should have been more careful in hindsight because the American seemed to be everything that Daniel loved. Big, athletic, a farmer, all American (whatever that meant).

Daniel had met Josh Allen the American in 2019. The one year that Max and Daniel hadn’t been very close due to hurt feelings and stubbornness on both their parts. The American had snuck in when Max and Daniel were on the outs like Max’s worst nightmares.

Max couldn’t intimidate a man twice his size, he would try, of course, but Rico said he looked more like a cute angry kitten than a terrifying lion. Max didn’t know the boundaries for American football players. It was a whole new set of rules.

He’d much rather fight with Scotty for Daniel’s affections or George, at least with them he knew what their limitations were.

#Daniel Ricciardo #Daniel x Josh Allen #dosh #maxiel #f1 #Daniel and his harem of boyfriends

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semperama · 2 months

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Soak + dosh please

This is way too long for tumblr and I'm sorry, but it totally ran away with me. Also there is going to be a Part 2, I promise. Also I'll put it on AO3 later when I can think of a title lmao. Please forgive me because I have no idea how to write Josh yet, but this was fun!!

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It’s probably crazy for Daniel to be in the back half of his 30s and still feel like a fucking imposter all the time.

He opens the door to Josh tossing a football back and forth from hand to hand, mouth curved into a grin, and has to bite down on the inside of his cheek just until it hurts, just to make sure this is real. He heard a story once—maybe an urban legend—about a man who was in a coma and thought he lived a whole entire life, great job and wife and kids and the whole nine. Sometimes he thinks that could be him. F1 driver, friends with fucking—movie stars and NFL players. It’s all a little much when just a minute ago he was a kid with goofy hair and crooked teeth and a sense of humor no one got.

“Hey,” Josh says, with his stupid handsome face. ��Good to see you, man.”

Daniel steps back to let Josh in and wills the blood vessels in his face to fucking cool it. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he jokes. Another thing to be self-conscious about, this stupid-huge house that’s always empty. It’d be great for parties, but Daniel’s never thrown one.

They should have made other plans, Daniel thinks. A concert. A movie. A bar. Hanging out at home—who does that? Teenagers?

“Humble indeed,” Josh says with a chuckle, elbowing Daniel in the ribs as he walks by. “They don’t pay you anything to drive those cars, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m barely scraping by.” Daniel settles into the banter, grateful for it. “Can I get you anything? I have water, stale bread, maybe some mouse droppings…”

Josh throws his head back at that one, his laugh sending electric tingles down Daniel’s spine. “No beer hidden anywhere?” he asks, and Daniel grins at him, indulgent.

“I think I can rustle one up for you, maybe.”

He waves Josh out to the patio and then heads into the kitchen to grab two bottles out of the fridge. It’s the middle of the season, just a couple weeks until he has to be in Austin, so he probably should be sticking to clear liquor if anything, but who’s here to judge him?

“Did you bring that for me?” Daniel asks when he emerges into the sunshine, nodding at the football Josh cradles in one palm as the takes the beer bottle from Daniel with the other.

The corner of Josh’s mouth tilts upward. “You just about creamed yourself last time we tossed the ball around,” he says. “I figured I’d make your day.”

“My year, more like.” Daniel can’t deny it; Josh has his number on this one. “I don’t want you to be bored, though. You do this for a living.”

“You ever get tired of racing?” Josh asks.

Daniel chuckles, shaking his head. “Touche.”

There’s no grassy field behind Daniel’s house to play in, but they make do with the long strip of pool deck, all the chairs pushed to the side. At first, they just toss the ball back and forth lazily. That’s honestly enough for Daniel, just watching the satisfying spiral of the ball and feeling the slap of leather against his palms. It’s warm and breezy and Josh keeps grinning at him—he could do it all fucking day.

But eventually he gets antsy, wants to make sure Josh is still having fun, so he starts trying to make things difficult, prancing back and forth, sometimes running to the other side of the pool. It feels better when Josh is laughing at him. It feels like he’s pulling his weight.

Daniel wants it again.

“Is that, like, your maximum?” he asks as he lobs it back.

Josh grins and shakes his head. “Nah, man. I don’t want to hurt you. You gotta be able to hold a steering wheel in a few days.”

“Oh, come on,” Daniel says, hopping from foot to foot and shaking out his arms. “You won’t hurt me. I can take it.”

Josh quirks and eyebrow at him. “You sure do talk a big talk, Ricciardo.”

All the blood rushes to Daniel’s face. He can only hope he’s already red enough from exertion and the sun that Josh won’t notice. Josh seems so fucking implacable, but Daniel’s been soaked in sweat and breathing hard for a while now, his t-shirt clinging to his chest. He pinches the fabric and unsticks it, letting some of the breeze in, but doesn’t help much.

“Just once,” Daniel says, unable to help the pleading note in his voice. “I want to know what it’s like.”

Josh walks over to the table near the house where their sweating beer bottles sit and takes a long swig. Daniel watches the bob of his throat, watches him lick the moisture from his bottom lip when he sets the bottle back down. When he turns back toward Daniel, he starts tossing the ball from hand to hand again, putting a spin on it, the silence stretching until it makes Daniel’s skin prickle with discomfort.

“Alright,” Josh says at last, “but I don’t want to hear your crying if it hurts.” He beckons Daniel with two fingers. “Come here. I need to show you how to catch it first.”

“I know how to catch it,” Daniel says, but he jogs over anyway.

“You know how to catch a ball thrown by a buddy,” Josh says. When Daniel stops a couple feet away, Josh lunges for his wrist and drags him in closer. “You don’t know how to catch a pass thrown by one of the most powerful arms in the NFL.”

“Fuck,” Daniel says, embarrassingly, out loud. He jerks his wrist out of Josh’s hand and wipes his palms on his shorts. “Fine, fine. Show me, then.”

Josh tucks the ball into his armpit, then cups his hands together, a foot or so out from his chest. “This is the way you have been catching it,” he says. “Which is good if you’re a professional receiver. But this time—” He brings his hands to his chest and turns his palms upward— “let it hit your chest first and kinda fall into your hands.”

He motions for Daniel to show him, and Daniel mimics his hand placement as best he can, hands cupped near his stomach. Josh rolls his eyes and puts his hands under Daniel’s, nudging them upward and squeezing, molding them into the shape he wants. His fingers are softer than Daniel thought they’d be, maybe a little callused but still gentle. Daniel can feel his heart thundering against his ribs, and he can only hope Josh can’t feel it too, close as he is.

“And, uh,” Daniel says, voice cracking, “what’ll happen if I don’t to it right?”

“Oh, nothin’ much.” Josh grins, winks at him. “Just a broken finger or two, maybe. But I hear you already have some experience with that anyway.”

Daniel lets out a nervous, high-pitched giggle. “Christ.”

“I’m just messing with you,” Josh says. “I’ve never broken anyone’s fingers.” He pushes on Daniel’s shoulder, like he’s trying to wrestle some of the tension out of him, then points past Daniel’s ear to the far side of the pool. “Go to that corner over there. Then put your hands like I showed you. I’ll put the ball where it needs to be, and you’ll be fine.”

If Josh keeps talking like that, Daniel’s pretty sure he’s going to embarrass the hell out of himself. His shorts are too loose, too thin, and he’s already half hard in them. He wonders, sometimes, if players get like this during games, if it’s normal to be turned on by the perfect tight spiral or the smack of leather against your skin. He’s not sure if it’s the game, the thrill of it, or if it’s Josh, all that power right up close, all of it focused on Daniel.

He turns and jogs back over to the far side of the pool, getting as close to the edge of the deck as he dares. Sweat is dripping into his eyes, and swiping a forearm across his head doesn’t help much. After this, a cold shower. He fucking needs it.

“Alright,” Josh calls to him, “you ready?”

Daniel puts his hands in position and looks to Josh for approval. “Like this?”

“That’s fine,” Josh says. “A little higher, maybe.” Daniel brings his hands up another inch, and Josh nods at him. “That’s good. Now…don’t move.”

The windup feels like it takes forever. Daniel watches Josh’s arm, the bulge of his bicep, the way the muscles of his forearm shift as he brings the football up past his ear. His feet jig a little, his body arcs back. The expression on his face—it’s like he’s already so fucking pleased with himself, and he ball hasn’t even left his hand yet. Daniel wants to reach down and adjust himself, but he can’t move. He isn’t allowed to move. Josh told him not to.

Then, suddenly, the ball is shooting through the air, so fast Daniel can’t even track it like he should. Good thing Josh is a pro and didn’t need Daniel to track it. It hits his chest right where it was supposed to, so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of him, and his fingers curl around it instinctively, hugging it into his body.

“Holy fuck, mate,” Daniel says in disbelief. His palms are still stinging from the last throw, and now his chest aches, and—he feels like he’s losing his mind, but he wants more. It’s still not enough. He wants to catch ten more passes like this. Twenty. He wants his whole chest to hurt, his whole body to be one big bruise.

“You okay?” Josh says, and suddenly he’s right there in front of Daniel again, prying the football out of his hands. “All good?”

“Yeah, I—” Unthinkingly, Daniel reaches down and lifts up the hem of his shirt, looks down at his chest. He expected—maybe was hoping—to see a mark there already, but the skin is just a little red, a faint starburst in the center of his breastbone.

“You’ll have a hell of a bruise there tomorrow,” Josh says. He pokes the spot with two fingers, and the throb of pain makes Daniel’s dick throb in sympathy. If Josh looks down, Daniel’s fucked.

Of course, Josh does look down.

“Hmm.” The sound comes from somewhere deep in Josh’s chest, and this time Daniel’s whole body throbs. “Is that for me? Or the ball?”

That nervous laugh bubbles out of Daniel’s mouth again. He feels so fucking unsexy right now, like he’s in one of those nightmares where’s he’s shown up to school in his underwear. “I dunno, dude,” he says. “You get a personal demonstration of the talent of someone you admire and see how you react.”

“Mhm,” Josh hums again, thoughtfully this time. “No, I know.”

He touches Daniel again, pressing his thumb against the spot on Daniel’s chest and rubbing gently. Anymore of this, and Daniel’s going to have to climb out of his own skin. He takes a deep, shaky breath and pastes on a smile, then steps backward so Josh’s hand is hovering in midair, nothing left to touch.

“Anyway.” Daniel steps out of his shoes. He tugs his shirt off the rest of the way, refusing to notice whether Josh is still looking or not. “I gotta get out of this heat. You coming?”

He’s a coward, but he doesn’t wait for Josh’s answer, only steps around him and takes a flying leap into the pool. The cool water closes over his head like relief. He floats there, weightless, until his lungs burn.

#daniel/josh #dosh #my writing #f1 #sorta #sorry but i had to post this right away #because i'm self-conscious and i'll never post it if i don't post it right now ahaha

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