#lewis hamilton 44

[formulanni]

Soldier, Poet, King

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[thefairyfanartsblog]

104

[formulaarchive]

back on my bs, enjoy these lewis and nico pics from macau 2004

rip my phone gallery because damn do I love scrolling through websites at 6am

[skyleclerc]

Leo Leclerc and Roscoe Hamilton living their best lives

[f1version]

THE SLIP UP SERIES ★ LH44 version

pairing: lewis hamilton x singer! reader ( she/her )

summary: You and Lewis are known to be really close friends, but sometimes the adrenaline of a win or a show makes you slip up some secrets.

or these requests

note: what a busy week! but i’m finally making an appearance… for this au / version lewis wins silverstone !!

YNNATION’s tiktok page

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ynnation Yesterday, Y/n confessed us #Daylight is about, long-term friend and F1 World Champion, Lewis Hamilton! Aren’t they the cutest?! 💘☀️ #TheErasTour

LEWIS HAMILTON’s team radio

lewishamilton’s insta story

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lewishamilton 104. This feeling, sharing it with my home, it’s everything. Thank you to everyone in my team for their unwavering support. Feels like the first one, what a dream.

Also, a very special thanks to ＠yourusername, you give me strength, we rise together, we fail to hide our relationship together. I love you forever. 💜🤞🏾

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yourusername IT WAS JUST HARD OK? i tried

lewishamilton WELL if it makes you feel better, i think i made it more obvious

yourusername “i love you baby” OF COURSE you did

mercedesamgf1 Thank you PR for giving us those last words 🙌

lewishamilton i had to BEG

yourusername oh? 👀

mercedesamgf1 yeahh oh???

yourusername You are a daylight. I love you too 💜🤞🏻

yourusername

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yourusername Kansas City I can’t stop loving you. Thank you for everything. All the cheering, screaming, jumping, dancing, singing at the top of your lungs. Thank you for singing "Dlaylight" with me after that little secret I told you. You were a mesmerizing crowd, love you all 💜💜💜 See you 🔜 Denver

PS Daylight is not the only song about ＠lewishamilton. Congratulations on P1, Lover. 💜🤞🏻

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lewishamilton Love you to the moon and to saturn!!!! wish we could be two places at a time 🫶🏾

yourusername Same, just don’t slip up more things 😭

lewishamilton YOU STARTED

yourusername AND YOU FOLLOWED

lewishamilton WHAT CAN I SAY one single thread of gold tied me to you

yourusername DONT USE MY LYRICS AGAINST ME U DORK

lewishamilton I JUST LOVE U

yourusername ME TOO

georgerussell63 aw blimey now i’ll have to watch you being more lovey dovey than usual 😔

mercedesamgf1 And that is a blessing, George

[daisybianca]

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x femalereader

summary: Lewis proposes in a special ceremony—and it’s dirty

warnings: mentions of sexual activities, slight jealousy

(a/n): this is written from Lewis’ pov cuz I love my man obsessed

I MIGHT BE the filthiest person in her life right now. The dirtiest one, with the most disgusting thoughts about her. Do I care, though?

Absolutely not.

Will I let another man touch her?

Hah. Funny enough.

Because when this night is over, a ring will be circled around the fair flesh of her finger. And my initial will be curved into it. I’m sure of it.

My fiancé soon-to-be has chosen a red, long dress that hugs her curved body for tonight’s ceremony. I can see my parents eye her across the ballroom.

Our names are written on tonight’s sky. Mine and hers. The night is ours. And it’ll not be over until we say so.

Y/N appears at the very top of the stairs and her father rushes by her side, helping her to walk towards me. Reaching for her hand as soon as she reached the last step, the crowd ceases clapping.

I take her hand in mine. It fits perfectly, as always. She fits perfectly. Her body against mine. Her smart brain along with mine. Her eyes on mine.

Everything is perfect because she is a part of it.

“Lewis…” She approaches me and I can detect a particular glimpse of something in her beautiful eyes.

I curl my lips in a smile. “You’re the most beautiful woman in this room.” I say. I’m positive that everyone’s eyes and ears are focused on this moment. On us. “Probably in the entire world.”

She manages a smile, even though I can tell she’s nervous. About a hundred or so people have been gathered by me and her father to celebrate this day.

Three years ago, when the date was the same as it is this day, I met her.

Three years later, I’m marking her as mine. Officially, at least. Because I made sure she knew—and everyone else around us—she’s mind since the very first moment.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” I push her towards me gently and cup her reddened cheeks with my hands.

Across my thumb, her initial is written on the surface with bold ink.

My hands are hers to use. Hers to lick. Hers to fuck. I wanted her to know that.

I turn around and smile at the guests. Toto gives me a reassuring father as he drinks a sip from his wine next to my father.

“Let’s dance,” I brush my lips across her ear, starting to make our way to the centre of the room.

“Lewis, you know I can’t dance in these shoes.” She lifts her right leg just a few inches and waves her dress so I can take a glimpse of her white heels.

I make sure to keep my tone quiet. “Y/N, I’ve seen you pole-dancing in stripper-heels.”

Her face turns into a darker shade of red. Her hands feels cold. Sweaty.

I don’t want her to fucking feel like that on a day as special as this one.

She has to calm down. And I’m the one obligated to make her do it.

I brush her long hair and press pecks on her temple, cheeks, lips… I stop on the neck because it’s a soft spot for me. Can’t let myself lose control in front of all my relatives, friends and coworkers. It’d be such a pity to grab her and take her to the closest room and ruin such an event.

I being a glass of red whine for her knowing how much she adores it. My hand never leaves her and I can tell that as the minutes pass, her breathing feels steadier.

One hour goes by.

Two.

It’s ten past something and about time I…

“Ladies and gentlemen.” I let y/n’s hand and climb on the stage, rolling the sleeves of my white shirt as I do so. “Thank you for attending tonight’s ceremony, to begin with. It is a special day for us and we are very pleased to share such a great moment with the people we love.”

The crowd above the stage claps, I can even take a glimpse of my dog, Roscoe, swirling around in Ricciardo’s embrace… everyone is overwhelmed and that brings a smile to my lips. But nothing compares to the burning sensation in my chest.

I don’t know what it is. But I know it’s a good feeling. I also got it the first time I met y/n. Or when I asked her out. Or when we first kissed or made love.

“I would like to invite my beautiful woman, y/n…” I control myself not to exclaim “fiancé” or “wife” instead of “woman”. I’m not hesitant to go on. “…on this stage with me.”

The people go thunderous and I help y/n to walk the few steps on the stage.

We arrive at the centre of the stage and the music stops.

All the lights on us. Everyone’s eyes.

It feels magical.

I look up and find the most beautiful pair of eyes I’ve ever seen already fixed on me. She’s smiling. It’s contagious so I grin as well. “Y/n…” I start but a voice interrupts my words.

“Go on one knee!” I identify Toyo’s voice in the first row as I reach for the velvet box in my pocket.

“On one knee!” Yells my father and then the guests go crazy.

I turn to my woman and smile. “Don’t ask me to go on one knee.” I say.

“As long as you don’t ask me to get on two knees.” She replies in a dirty voice, leaning towards me.”

“Baby, I want you in all for.”

She smiles again but no one hears our conversation. They still yell for me to propose on one knee.

Fuck. I’ll have to do this.

I grab the box tightly in my hand and do as asked. I get on my knees.

In front of my woman. The woman of my dreams.

I’ve been on my knees in front of y/n countless times before, but for educational purposes only. Nothing like this.

I raise my eyes. She’s crying.

I hold onto her hand. “Y/n…” I start. “Please make me the happiest man in the entire universe and accept this proposal.” I think my heart is going to explode. “Will you please marry me?”

The crowd erupts in a chaos of applause and I find myself trapped in her eyes. I expect her to say the word first, but she doesn’t.

She melts into my hands and buries her small face in my neck.

This has to be the most beautiful moment of my entire existence.

She’s crying and I think I am too honestly. “Yes, yes, yes! A million times yes, Lewis!” She almost creams and between tears, I grab her face and unite our temples. I apply a kiss on her mouth. It’s gently at first but then I can see her craving for more.

When I let her lips to catch my breath (I actually remembered that we are not alone, but in a room with our closest people and if she went on I would without hesitation forget their existence) I look into her eyes. I grab her delicate hand and take the ring out of the box.

It fits perfectly on her finger.

I look at her again and murmur, “Perfectly fitted. Just for you, baby. Just for my wife.”

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[norizz-nation]

Lewis Hamilton x younger reader and he’s like addicted to her, always have to be touching her, involve daddy kink pleaseeee

Generations Apart | L.H44

Summary: Your obsessive old boyfriend can't get enough of your taste.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Age Gap, Young Reader, Size Kink, Spanking, Bruises, Needy Reader, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Degradation, Slut Shaming

Lewis chuckled in between the kiss, "I swear, I can never get enough of you, you're too perfect,"

"Then don't, please," you whined as you kept on grinding again him and he kept on squeezing your ass, making you go insane.

If he kept on going like this then he might see the craziest and horniest version of you that was reflected in you last night. And, he would do anything to see that version of you again.

As you were grinding against his abs you let out a squeaky scream as you felt him place a firm slap on your ass cheek making you frown at the temptation. Lewis just looked at you and smirked.

Read the whole 1.1k fic only on my Patreon!

A/N: Requests are open. Feel free to ask what you want me to write. I love you.

[love44lew]

guys this is my wife. we’re married. we’re in love 💍🪼🤍.

[cak3art]

I don’t know who’s realer, lando for needing multiple takes or Lewis for making fun of it

[isawthesainz]

f1 Making memories on 2024 📸✨

Part. 1

[harmainn]

Lewis Hamilton

Instagram: @hxr_mn_art

[satellitesketchbook]

🎃 I am not a jack-o-lantern!

My name is ✨️ Lewis ✨️

[skyleclerc]

🧸🤏🏽

[f1version]

LOVERS WITH STYLE ★ LH44

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader (she/her)

summary: You and Lewis have the amazing idea to soft launch your relationship during Coachella.

or this request

note: style by taylor swift is iconic, it reminds me of lewis all the time, and while these two don’t exactly fit the situation (toxic relationship) of the song… they never go out of style, if you know what i mean (this is all about the outfits)

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton Midnight...

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yourusername You’re so cool

lewishamilton unlike you 💔

yourusername i hate you

mercedesamgf1 always on style 😎

yourusername

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yourusername …you come pick me up, no headlights 🦋

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lewishamilton cool caption 👍

yourusername i’m cooler 👍

mercedesamgf1 we got butterflies from this 🦋🦋

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lewishamilton’s insta story

yourusername’s insta story

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yourusername RED LIP CLASSIC.

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mercedesamgf1 💋💋

georgerussell @|ewishamilton 👀👀

lewishamilton 🤨🤨

lewishamilton’s insta story

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton Lovely nights, pretty girls

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yourusername so im just a pretty girl? 🤨

lewishamilton you’re MY pretty girl

yourusername awww i love you, best friend!

lewishamilton love you too, best friend!

danielricciardo HAHA FRIENDZONED LEWIS

lewishamilton and yourusername

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lewishamilton We never go out of style ❤️‍🔥

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yourusername baby ❤️‍🔥

mercedesamgf1 mom and dad

georgerussell63 keeping the secret was fun

sebastianvettel Looking good you two!

lewishamilton 💜💜💜

[daisybianca]

pairing: lewis hamilton x femalereader

summary: lewis gives you secretly his number. you're hesitant to call him at first, but when you do, things get a little much more interesting.

warning: mentions of sexual activities, cursing words

(a/n): this is part one. Here's part two and part three.

YOU WERE STANDING in the loud crowd of people. Each one of them holding out a shirt, a picture, or a shirt to sign, including you.

You held out a white hat with a Mercedes emblem on it, hoping Lewis would notice it.

When he finally reached you, he looked at you for a few seconds and smiled.

What the...?!

He signed the hat and moved into the next person.

And when you turned around ready to leave, you looked down at your hat, seeing a phone number written on it.

Fuck.

"My best friend is a total idiot," your best friend shouted from the balcony of your apartment.

"Stop calling me an idiot!" You climbed out of bed. "Or at least try to be discreet with your very generous opinions about me and get your ass inside! I've got some deliciously hot neighbors who don't particularly need to know everything about me."

"Have you even been listening to me this whole time that I've been lecturing you about matters of life and death?" She sighed dramatically.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "A random guy giving me his number isn't a matter of life a death, if you ask me."

"Did you just call Lewis Hamilton a random guy? My husband of nine years?"

"Oh, stop acting like a blushing schoolgirl," You brought your fingers to your temple and massaged the flesh there as if the movement could erase the brutal headache. "Besides, you dragged me to that race. Maybe it's your chance to hook up with your crush-since-for-ever!"

Your best friend's eyes narrowed. "What are you suggesting, filthy woman?"

"You shoukd call him. I'll give you his number right away." You strolled to find your back, but a habd found your wrist, stopping you.

"You're a mad woman. That's a fact."

You fake smiled. "Stop complimenting me that much. I don't think red suits on my cheeks."

"I swear, you're insane. The only reason I'm still by your side is because until 11th grade, you had my back when I sneaked out for parties, hooking up with whoever had a penis and a 6 pack."

You turned to face your best friend, hands in your hips and lips tightly shut together.

"You're seriously going to turn down this offer?" She asked.

"I wouldn't exactly call it an offer."

Your best friend rolled her eyes. "Yes. I'd call it stupidity, actually!" She waved her hands dramatically in the air. "THE Lewis Hamilton flirted with you, and you didn't even notice. Then he gave you secretly his number, and you're freaking going to ignore it?!"

"And what am I supposed to do about it? He's just a normal guy. Don't make him look like he's some God himself."

"First of all, yeah. Lewis is a God himself. He's mouth-watering hot, almost an 8 times champion, has a very cute dog, an 8 pack to stare at all day long, and much, much money," your best friend explained. "You should definitely call him. At least try to figure out why he gave you his number." She added in a calmer tone.

You exhaled and grabbed the white hat curled up under the sheets of your king sized bed. Gazing at the number, you then bit your lips. "Fine," you gave in. "But I'll call him tomorrow so that I don't seem much desperate, okay?"

"He was the one to make a very, very bold first move, and now you're afraid of embarrassment?!" She growled. "Come on! We only live once. Live some adventure, have some great sex, and experience a true love! I haven't seen you going head over heels for someone except that John guy in college."

"It hasn't been a long time since college," you said, contemplating whether you should count the years or not. You choose the second one. "I'll call him tonight. But don't think I'm doing it because I'm actually interested! I'm doing it exclusively for you." You explained, playing with the hem of your summer blue dress. "He probably is an attention freak who only dates supermodels."

"Baby, I assure you," your best friend came and sat next to you, her hand wrapping around you and caressing your cheek. "Supermodels would kill to look like you."

A smile appeared on your lips, and you gazed at your best friend. She always had a special eay about cheering you up and getting you out of your moody and grumpy vibe.

"Tonight." You said.

This has many potential to go wrong, you thought.

You didn't like wrong. You like safe and steady. But what if your best friend was actually right? (For the very first time of your 20 years old friendship.)

"Tonight." She repeated and smirked.

You turned your head and analyzed the hat with the calligraphic black numbers on it.

This couldn't get any more embarrassing.

***

You let out a long, deep, and shaky breath, then dialed the number.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Three beebs later, a male voice answered the call. "Hello?" The tone was familiar and harsh, but you couldn't be entirely sure that it was him.

"Hey," your voice came out steady, much to your surprise.

"Who is it?" The man replied and now you were sure it was him.

The British accent.

"Um, I noticed a number written on my hat that you signed and--"

"You're the girl from the race?" He interrupted you very much, complicated thoughts that would sooner turn into much more complicated words.

"Yes," you replied hesitantly. "Maybe one of them, at least. In case you gave your number to a few more girls for fun."

A laughter sounded. It was bried but somehow contagious. "I assure you, love, I don't usually spread my number across my fans' hats and shirts."

Your senses kicked in, and the temperature rised in your body.

Love.

"So, why was I the chosen one?" You asked.

"Oh," Lewis growled. "Maybe I could answer that question face to face." He said and then added a few moments later, "Join me for dinner tonight, will you, love?"

You laughed. "Isn't it kind of early for us to meet?"

"I'm not going to kidnap you, I promise." You could basixally hear him smile on the other line. "You can bring a friend of your for more safety." He suggested.

"So that it could be two of us to be kidnapped, right?"

There was a moment of silence. "Not sure about that." He spoke a few seconds later. "I only want you to be honest."

You smiled.

Is he flirting with me?

Of course he's flirting with you, you idiot!

"Are you asking me out on a date?" You asked.

"Yes." He replied instantly. "I couldn't wait another torturing hour, anticipating a call or a text from you."

"Okay. I'm in then."

"What about tonight at 9 pm?" He asked.

It was about 7, so you guessed there was plenty of time to get ready.

"Yes, that'd be great." You smiled.

"Perfect. May I pick you up myself at nine?"

"I'm surely capable of driving my own car, don't you think?" You laughed.

"Maybe," he said. "But why actually do it if I can drive for you? I'll come pick you up myself, I promise."

"No cops, no kidnappers?" You joked.

"I promise."

Lewis Hamilton would drive for you...?

"Okay, then." You spoke. "See you tonight, Lewis. I'll text you the address."

You went to end the call, but he stopped you before tapping the red button. "Wait, wait--"

"Hmm?"

"What's your name, love?"

Your heart roared in your chest and your cheeks reddened.

You adored that nickname.

"Actually, this was the first thing that I would mention to a guy, but love sounds much better, don't you think?"

Lewis laughed. "Tell me your name, and I promise I'll use love every single time instead of it."

"Okay," you said. "I'm (y/n)."

A moment of silence occurred again. "Prettier than love, honestly."

"Maybe, but not when you're the one to say it." You smiled. "You know, that British accent can actually kill."

"Hmm," his voice sounded from the other line. "Weird thing. That is exactly what I could tell about your eyes, as well."

[norizz-nation]

i have a vision…

lewis hamilton has the most sittable face ever i just want to 🪑🪑

idk please give me something i beg of you x

He does have the most sittable face ever, girl! 😩 Also, giving you something, hope you like it love ❤️

Too erotic 🤍

Summary: your boyfriend lewis loves it when you wear tiny little skirts only for him

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, spanking, anal, dacryphilia

You let out shaky breaths as your head fell back, closing your eyes shut, chasing your high. All your mind could think about was how lewis’ tongue felt around your clit. Your mouth hung open. Letting out loud whines and moans. Your right hand lifted your skirt up to have a better view of him eating you out as the other one tugged on his hair, guiding him for your pleasure. His hand resting on your ass and spanking it every time you try to lift your hips upwards.

Lewis just loves it when you wear skirts. But what makes him more needy is when you wear skirts that makes your ass peek out for him.

This is how you ended up in this situation.

Your legs started to tremble when lewis licked your clit. Licking it so hungrily as if he was starving for you all these times. His warm breaths around your pussy was sending shivers down your spine. The way his tongue brushed up and down your clit made you tug on his hair harder. You started to grind on his face for more pleasure.

“F-fuck fuck! Ohh-” you screamed out, not even knowing what you’re saying at this point as lust took over your body. You let out a squeaky sound when you felt lewis push his two fingers inside of your ass, fingering you in a fast pace. The things his fingers and tongue was making you feel was something too erotic to explain. His fingers curled inside your ass, finding the right spot making your mind go blank.

“O-oh yes, right there r-right there! Please d-dont s-stop!” you cried out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. He then pushed his tongue in and out of your wet pussy, making you go crazy. Your body started sweating when you felt your orgasm pushing you to the edge. You grind on his face faster, chasing your high.

Your whole body started to shake when you came around his tongue. You could feel him smirking proudly since you were a mess for him right now. “So fucking tasty” he murmured as he licked your pussy clean. Not letting a single drop of cum stay there.

Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to collect everything in your head. Mouth hung open, breathing heavily, hair stuck to your sweaty forehead.

Lewis then pulled his fingers out and palmed your sore ass gently. He then grabbed your waist and pulled you down so then his already hard dick was touching your thighs. “Look at me” he said as he grabbed your jaw and made you look at him. His lips and chin covered in your cum. This sight made you squirm uncontrollably. Lewis then pulled your face down as his lips met yours. You let out a whiny moan when you got the taste of your own cum in his mouth.

He then pulled out from the kiss and flipped you over so then you’re lying on your back now. He then brushed your hair from your face. “Do you like the way you taste, babygirl?” He asked, smirking down at you as your cheeks turned red and you bit on your lower lip.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️