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even George is sick of Daniel being chronically offline
via @ georgerussel63: Real athletes sweat, right @danielricciardo? Season prep continues.
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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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F1 FANFICS REC LIST - George Russell (non Galex)
(this list doesn't contain Galex fics as there will be another list dedicated to those)
snap out of it (7177 words) by 140445
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Max Verstappen
Summary:
Frequency illusion was a disease, and Max had it.
Max spent twenty-five years on this earth without seeing George Russell shirtless. Twenty-five great years that ended now, because for the second time in the span of two weeks, Max saw George without a shirt on.
(5 times Max struggles with George, none of them out on track.)
oOoOoOo
Brake Balance (25901 words) by Russilton
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/George Russell
Summary:
"Why don’t you come dance?” With me goes unspoken, and George is eyeing him with a familiar look, like he’s sure Lewis will brush him off again, but he still wants to try.
Maybe it’s the buzz of alcohol. Maybe it’s the shiny skin of a tanned collarbone showing through George’s three open shirt buttons. Maybe it’s just the adrenaline of the whole day in general, but for once, Lewis thinks that sounds like a pretty good idea.
Stop overthinking, just go with it.
Bono’s words echo pointedly around his mind. Fuck it
oOoOoOo
Doctor, call the undertaker (This one might be bad) (14296 words) by Be_Abnormal
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell
Summary:
“Uhm, I guess you already know what people say about me.”
Daniel nods, because it feels like the right thing to do and also because, well, it’s true. He does.
That you’re gay? Are you gay? Please be gay, even if you’re- like- gay just for me. Wait— actually, that would be perfect, please-
“That I act like I’ve got a stick up my asshole.”
Daniel almost spits the entire bottle in his face.
Or: George and Daniel and the essence of being too chaotic and British
oOoOoOo
can’t start a fire without a spark (7399 words) by peachbellini
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell, Alexander Albon & George Russell
Summary:
“Saw you wore my merch again. Anyone would think you fancy me."
oOoOoOo
Eight Geese a laying: or, how George learned to love the goose (2819 words) by What_The_Earth
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Summary:
Storks bring babies, doves bring peace, and geese will drag you to your soulmate.
The issue really is that there are quite a lot of geese in the world. Specifically many different species of geese.
In his defence the first time he encountered it he was mid run and was doing a loop round St James Lake in Brackley when it appeared.
oOoOoOo
I can't swim the ocean like this forever (16133 words) by TheWiseOne12
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lando Norris/George Russell
Summary:
“I’m George,” he introduced himself to the other man.
“I know,” the other man replied, “I follow F1.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are.”
“Lando Norris,” he replied, reaching his hand out to shake George’s.
“And how come you are here?” George asked. He looked too young to be a sponsor or some rich old guy but he didn’t recognise him.
“I’m an Olympic diver.”
oOoOoOo
GR63 (12047 words) by Ossobuco
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell
Summary:
“All right, thank you, everyone,” George says as the last few of his colleagues settle into their chairs. “This meeting of the Grand Prix Drivers’ Association is now in session. As you all know, it’s our third race week of the year and we have quite a bit to get to, but as the first order of business, I would like to propose an inquiry into a situation in which many of us have found ourselves, rather inexplicably. I’m aware that in past seasons, established procedure has been to simply—er, handle the problem as quickly as possible—”
There’s a low snicker from somewhere in the back of the room. George ignores it. “But I believe it’s time we took a more proactive, analytical approach to this, ah, phenomenon.”
oOoOoOo
shake me down (5419 words) by litaf1101
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Logan Sargeant
Summary:
Logan doesn't know what the hell he's doing, hooking up with George Russell of all people.
oOoOoOo
winning mentality (18500 words) by linearity
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Max Verstappen, Alexander Albon/George Russell
Summary:
It’s not, like, a thing.
It’s only happened twice, if you don’t count the time during the pre-season when Max shoved a thigh against George’s crotch, and George, touched-deprived and broken-hearted, let out a sharp gasp and came instantly. Max, looking shocked and frightened, stormed away.
MASTERPOST
#f1#formula 1 fanfic#formula 1#f1 rpf#george russell#logan sargeant#daniel ricciardo#f1 fanfic#lando norris#max verstappen#lewis hamilton#gewis#gax#norrussell#ricrussell#lorge#f1 fic rec#rec list#fic rec list#fic rec
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"oh, you are already falling in love with me."
"i'm going to make you wish you were dead."
#daniel ricciardo#george russell#danorge#ricrussell#watched the movie again and saw these pics again and tried to do something here#but omg the new danny and georgie pics of them at the photoshoot i can't do it anymore please
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nearly a full minute of Daniel and George giggling and making heart eyes at each other from the Abu Dhabi press conference, a.k.a. get a room
#they want to fuck each other so bad it makes them look STUPID#riccussell#ricrussell#danorge#ricrus#dr3#gr63#formula 1
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Doctor, call the undertaker (This one might be bad)
- Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell, 14k, E
“Uhm, I guess you already know what people say about me.”
Daniel nods, because it feels the right thing to do and also because, well, it’s true. He does.
That you’re gay? Are you gay? Please be gay, even if you’re- like- gay just for me. Wait— actually, that would be perfect, please-
“That I act like I’ve got a stick up my asshole."
Daniel almost spits the entire bottle in his face.
you can find my new fic on my ao3.
#daniel ricciardo#george russell#ricrussell#f1#formula 1#ao3 fanfic#f1 rpf#max verstappen#lando norris
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18 for riccussell?
things you said when you were scared
It’s not like George thinks Daniel could fall in love with him.
They fool around, sure, but Daniel probably has a vast array of friends with benefits, and George has no clue—doesn’t want to know—where he ranks on the list. He’s not sure what particular circumstances must align for Daniel to pick up his phone and shoot off a text with a room number or an address. Maybe it’s the phase of the moon. Maybe it’s a mood—something that makes Daniel crave him the same way you might crave a taco or a bowl of spaghetti, not because it’s your favorite food, but just because it’s what you want that night.
They do hang out every now and then. Daniel knows the good restaurants, the chillest clubs. Sometimes George shows up to find himself one of a large group, but sometimes it’s just him and Daniel laughing at each other from opposite sides of a two-top table, their shins occasionally bumping underneath it.
And when they hook up, sometimes Daniel lingers. On one occasion they showered together, after, and Daniel kissed him under the spray, looked at him and said, “Your eyelashes are so long,” and then chuckled like it was a joke. Once they shared a bottle of champagne on a hotel balcony, George in his briefs, Daniel with a sheet wrapped around him like a toga. Once George even spent the whole night in Daniel’s room, woke up in the pale early morning to Daniel stirring, stretching, smiling at him.
It’s all those things, all those little moments, that make George wonder if—if maybe they’re not just hooking up. If maybe it is something more. Or it could be.
He hasn’t seen Daniel in months by the time they go to Miami, but it hasn’t stopped him from looking for Daniel in the paddock or listening for his goofy laugh. When he actually does hear the laugh and pokes his head out of the garage to see Daniel on the pit wall, talking to Horner, he has to bite his lip to keep from calling out.
The night after the race, he declines a few invitations to sit in his room and pretend not to stare at his phone.
His screen stays dark all night.
A few weeks later in Monaco, Daniel texts him the night before practice and asks him to come over. He’s only been to Daniel’s place once before, but he saved the address in his phone and doesn’t need to ask for it now.
“I’ve missed you,” he says when Daniel pulls him into a hug at the door. Embarrassing. Stupid. He should have said something meanly humorous instead—but then again, he could never pull that stuff off. It always comes out too transparent, too desperate.
“Aww, that’s sweet,” Daniel says, grinning wide as he steps backward to let George in. “I know the paddock is a lot less beautiful without me.”
“It really is.” If he says it emphatically enough, it might sound like a joke after all.
Daniel pours them both half a glass of red wine—all George can manage when he’ll be driving tomorrow, and even then he feels guilty as he takes the first sip. They drink it in Daniel’s kitchen, leaning against opposite sides of the counter. Daniel asks about how the car is doing, and George demures as much as he can, all too aware that their teams are actually enemies now.
When their glasses are empty, Daniel crosses into his space, rests his hands behind him on the counter to box him in. “Did you really miss me?” he asks, grinning. He’s so close his face goes blurry. George wants to touch him but doesn’t, not yet.
“No,” he says. He thinks the lie will make him feel less terrified, but it doesn’t. His heart is beating so hard he fears Daniel will be able to hear it when their mouths meet.
They make out against the counter until George’s back aches from where the counter digs into it, and then he pushes Daniel off of him, drops to his knees, and sucks him off slow and careful, trying to make it last. He always wants to make it better than the last time. Wants Daniel to remember it. Wants it to pop into his head at inconvenient times so he’ll reach for his phone, text George again, ask for him again.
“Fuck,” Daniel says when he comes, dragging the word out, the pads of his fingers digging into George’s skull. George wants to feel smug, but he can’t. Instead, he wonders if they should have moved to the bedroom. Or if he should have let Daniel fuck him. He wishes he could ask Daniel for an evaluation—What can I improve? How can I be better?
“You can stay, if you want,” Daniel says as he helps George to his feet, sweaty palm pressed to sweaty palm. He’s tucking himself back into his shorts with the other hand. “I can take you down to the track tomorrow.”
This is the part where George could say something. He could ask Daniel what they’re doing, what they are to each other. He could tell Daniel he really does miss him. He could say the churning need inside him eases a little when he has Daniel’s attention.
But there’s something about the casualness of Daniel’s grin, the way he runs his hand over his curls and straightens the hem of his shirt like he’s trying to get rid of the evidence. What if George is wrong? What if there’s nothing between them but sex? And what if it’s not even Daniel’s favorite sex? What if George is just…nothing. No one.
“No, I really should get back,” George says, already backing out of the kitchen. He never got off, but he’s already soft again. His skin is prickly with the fear that Daniel can read his mind. “I have to get up early.”
“I know,” Daniel says, chuckling, but he follows George to the door and doesn’t try to change his mind. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
George kisses him goodbye, on the corner of his mouth. For the next three days—after practice, after qualifying, after the race—he keeps his hand curled around his phone in his pocket, waiting for it to vibrate, but it never does.
It’s not like he thinks Daniel could love him, but he wishes he could at least be sure Daniel likes him.
#ricrussell#daniel/george#f1#my writing#oof not sure why i always go angsty with these two#i'm sorry!!
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so here's a web diagram(?) i have where i keep track of all driver pairings i have ever seen on the internet
#i keep having to update it at least once a week to keep up with everything#f1#formula 1#piarles#pierlex#galex#chalex#charlos#carlando#dando#gassell#ricrussell#lestappen#chestappen#sebchal#valewis#pierresteban#norstappen#sewis#chewie#lewdo#yukierre#maxiel#so many and i haven't even tagged all of them
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The Many Boyfriends of Daniel Ricciardo
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Chapter 2: Who Does He Think He Is?
Everyone knew that Daniel loved all things American.
You just had to spend a few minutes with him and you'd realize that the Australian was absolutely, undeniably charmed by the United States. Though his affections were specifically focused on Texas and cowboys, he did appreciate other things as well.
Like football.
Daniel loved football. He may not fully understand all the intricacies of the sport or the vast history, but he did love it.
All the other drivers knew just how much Daniel loved American football and how many times during race weekends, he could be seen watching a game or telling Blake to record it for him to watch later.
None of them expected a football player to actually encroach on Daniel's inner circle. To carve out a space for his rather large self in Daniel's close-knit group of lovers. Making room for Scotty had been easy, but Josh Allen? No, they did not like it one bit.
Despite Max's best efforts of keeping Daniel in Monaco in their shared apartment building or Lando's efforts in keeping Daniel in Woking, Daniel ends up in Buffalo, New York (a place that most of the drivers didn't even know was a real place).
From there on, it's just bit by bit of realizing that they would have to deal with the American for more than just a little bit like it typically was with Daniel's LA friends.
Max should be happy, basking in Daniel's company and delighting at the sight of the crop top that the McLaren media team had gotten Daniel to wear, but instead, he was grumbling about a big, burly American football player manhandling Daniel all around the paddock as if he was the only one to have Daniel's attention.
"Who does he think he is?" Max grumbles as he talks to Charles. They’d all seen how this Josh Allen never left Daniel’s side and looked like some lovesick fool. (They all also chose to completely ignore that they looked like that when Daniel’s undivided attention was on them.)
"Does he not know that Daniel is taken?" Charles questions in response, his eyes narrowed as he watches this so-called football player catch popcorn in his mouth that Daniel was throwing. Charles could do that too, why did Daniel need someone new when the rest of them were so good at catching things in their mouth.
In another part of the paddock, Lewis and George were watching the same scene with the same annoyance. "I hope that your team beats his team," George says. He doesn't know a lick of American Football, but he does know that he doesn't want the latest entry on the list of boyfriends to win.
"I want that too, but he's annoyingly good," Lewis mutters. "Maybe we should set an F1 curse on them or something," he says. Lewis only partly considers how influential Nico's selfie curse would be on football outcomes.
In his opinion, Lando thinks he has it the worst. Sharing a garage and a wall between drivers' rooms meant that he got to hear and see everything. And a guy like Josh Allen was intimidating, to say the least, so he couldn't even do something about it.
He rolls his eyes when he sees this Josh guy pick up and twirl Daniel in the garage. Sure, he couldn't do that, but he could do other things. Lando's sure he's more flexible than the hulk-like man Daniel seems to want in his bed after the race is over. He's not as flexible as Lewis, but he is much more flexible than Max and George, and definitely more flexible than the American.
#daniel and his harem of boyfriends#dosh#maxiel#dewis#ricrussell#dando#scaniel#chaniel#daniel ricciardo x josh allen#daniel ricciardo x lewis hamilton#daniel ricciardo x max verstappen#daniel ricciardo x lando norris#daniel ricciardo x charles leclerc#daniel ricciardo x george russell
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i can’t wait for the live cage match for daniel’s heart disguised as a driver’s press conference tomorrow
#me and guanyu in the corner like: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT#zhou#charles#dan#george#max#lecciardo#ricrussell#maxiel#suzuka22#mine#m:text#that is a disgusting number of tags ew
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George?? Why so close to Oscar??
Also, Oscar pasty skin would look great against George's... (or in between George and Dan...)
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ever since what fic?👀
anonsty!! Hello!
So the wonderful @onboardsorasora recommended me the fic my temple will be beautiful, too by @notthehardtyres and it was just beautiful to read truly!!
It’s about non-binary!daniel sort of discovering who they are and trans masc!george helps them and they have great and beautiful affirming sex in the fic and it has just made a soft spot in my heart for them now. I would 10/10 recommend you read it and read the small update!!
#a wonderful fic fr!#it’s not too long but it made an impact and I see the ship now#fic rec#ricrussell#asks#anonymous
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Kinktober – Days 27/28
Sensory Deprivation: Daniel / George
It started by accident – George bopping around the apartment in Daniel's matchy matchy, noise-cancelling Beats by Dre headphones, listening to the playlist that reminded him of summer break and LA and the face Daniel made when the spicy fried chicken turned out to be very spicy, and he hadn't heard the door thud shut on Daniel's return or his footsteps or the groceries being deposited on the kitchen counter.
He hadn't heard him call his name as he leaned in the doorway, watching him dance, hadn't realised he was there until halfway through an embarrassingly cowboy-swinging-a-lasso-esque turn and George had pulled the headphones down and turned a shade of red he had no control over.
"Well, howdy," Daniel had drawled. "Ain't that a real purdy sight."
And George had laughed and blushed hotter as Daniel lifted the headphones back over his ears and insisted on dancing with him – George to the music, Daniel to George – until there was more swaying than dancing, more kissing than swaying.
So now, occasionally, Daniel holds out his matchy matchy, noise-cancelling Ornamental Conifer headphones to George and George puts them on and they dance – one to the music, the other to the one – until they're out of tune with everything except each other.
#i can't explain this#other than i very much assume daniel makes playlists for the people he cares about#because sharing music is sharing love#daniel fic#george fic#danorge#riccussell#ricrussell#363#3#63#f1 rpf#kinktober#kinktober 2022#tppkinktober2022#ricrus
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F1's shipping riccussell on main again...
#riccussell#ricrussell#danorge#ricrus#sorry i didn't see this get shared anywhere which maybe means i'm just not following the right blogs...#formula 1
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OK I'll explain the GR💖DR situation as someone who has been the GR in a similar situation. It's essentially a cop out It's having this hot older guy who gives you attention if you just put in a little bit of effort to get it and deep down you know you don't want to be his friend, you don't want to hang out with his friends and you don't want to introduce him to yours, you'll still tell everyone you're single and your parents don't know that he exists BUT he's your exotic hookup, he's the mind blowing sex with an older guy you brag about to your friends at brunch, he's the guy you're draped all over at a sketchy bar. It's the thrill of it all, the chase with no ending eventually you'll get bored or he'll marry someone his own age or both and his friends will probably remember you as annoying and clingy while he'll be a part of your wild child days stories that your friends will the boys that you actually date and introduce them to.
oh anon... you were in your down tremendously bad era 🫂
but yeah GR chasing DR as this exotic hook up he's built up in his head, 8 time race winner, he can pretend he's getting RBR Dan cause if there's anything GR respects, it's power and who has it. as a no race winning virgin, DR is that el dorado for him. he's probably also into DR sending him a womens cardigan, and then he showed up on the grid wearing it. Daniel just needs to say The Word and GR is gonna wear lingerie under that rich boy Ralph Lauren polo I know it. i don't respect it but I know it
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