Max always longed for physical affection. He found himself often staring at you—his best friend—and simply just wishing you’d lean even an inch closer.
It was no secret he was deprived of it at home. His mother hugged him, but briefly. It just wasn’t enough, especially when he could feel the warmth just oozing off you as he sat next to you in class.
Being a teenage boy didn’t help the yearning, either.
He was zoning out a little, only half paying attention to whatever his teacher was on about when you jumped a little in your seat.
‘Huh?’ Max’s head turned, just to see you flushed.
And then he saw why.
His own hand had crept under his opposite arm, and was fiddling absentmindedly with the sleeve of your uniform. Immediately, his cheeks reddened, and he jerked his fingers away.
Apparently he needed to get a better reign on those thoughts, because right now, he wanted to simply evaporate on the spot.
You both turned back to the teacher slowly, Max hating himself, while you? You were wishing you hadn’t made such a big deal about it; you already missed the contact—even if it wasn’t really skin-to-skin.
Neither of you said another word to each-other until you were in the hallway. Max leant against the locker to the left of yours, unable to tear his eyes away from your profile.
‘Welke les volgt?’ you asked, turning to him and seeing him quickly try to play off that lovesick little stare. [What class is next?]
‘Niet zeker,’ he shrugged. [Not sure].
You rolled your eyes playfully, murmuring something about how helpful he was.
‘Je stropdas zit scheef, Max,’ you noticed suddenly, reaching out to fix his tie. It was wonky, the knot at the top far too tight, so you tugged on it a little.
Max fell forward a slightly, and you squeaked. ‘Sorry!’
He was about to tell you he didn’t mind, but as he looked up, he realised just how close you were.
One of your clammy hands was still clasped around his tie. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes a little wider than usual seemingly just so he could get all the more lost in them.
And you, too, were trapped in his gaze, the boy’s thickset brows almost looking angry from your angle—the opal of his irises becoming more striking as a result.
‘...Max?’
His hand had just started to creep up again, but he quickly dropped it as you said his name.
‘Oh.’
And he drew away completely, tie slipping from your fingers, melting back into the hallway crowd.
You’d never hated yourself as much as you did in that moment. Max was delicate, like a little shelter puppy that had to be coaxed out of his cardboard box. You had just successfully made him retreat with his tail between his legs back to the darkness of his enclosure.
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oh my god I just lovedddd the idea of evie and ollie having a kid maybe you could have them announcing it at their anniversary or at the weeknd in Mexico where ollie got p4 and maybe having interactions with Luci being so supportive and excited on being an 'aunt'
❝looking back, it was obvious❞
where ollie and evie announce they're expecting a baby
face claim: annie schroter & pinterest girls
pairing: ollie bearman x oc evie
(a/n: hope you enjoy it <3 any name ideas for their little girl?
∞ terrible greek translation)
bearmanwaves posted a video
🎥 video: the video is barely ten seconds long. it starts with ollie stretched out across a sofa, eyes closed, looking completely unbothered by whatever is happening around him.
which turns out to be quite a lot.
one of evie's nieces is concentrating very seriously as she fills his hair with colorful clips and tiny plastic bows. another is decorating his face with stickers.
not one or two.
a concerning amount.
at one point she carefully presses a glittery star onto his cheek while ollie doesn't even react.
in the background, evie is laughing so hard the camera shakes.
one of the girls proudly announces: "Έγινε!" (done)
the video ends with ollie finally opening one eye.
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bearmanwaves a difficult afternoon for a brave man 🎀
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user he's got the patience of a saint
user evie's nieces are so cute
user one thing about ollie: if a child asks him to participate, he's participating
user the missing tooth 🥰🥰
user girl dad energy 💪⚡
↝ user girl... they're going to cancel you
↝ user why?
↝ user because they're doing this to anyone who even hints that evie and ollie are going to have a baby
↝ user 😒😒
user human dress-up doll
user the closed eyes are taking me out
user okay, okay, you've convinced me to follow a wag on instagram
↝ bearmanwaves 🤭
📆 march 15
bearmanarchives posted a video
🎥 video: the video shows them walking through the paddock side by side.
ollie is talking. a lot.
his hands are moving, he's telling some story with way too much enthusiasm, and at one point nearly starts walking backwards because he's so invested in whatever he's explaining.
evie doesn't interrupt once.
she just keeps looking at him, smiling occasionally and adding a comment here and there while he continues his very important presentation.
the other thing people immediately noticed
the oversized hoodie.
one that looks suspiciously familiar.
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bearmanarchives ollie arriving at the paddock with evie today
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user he was TALKING talking in this video
user evie's entire role here is professional listener
user whose hoodie is that i wonder
↝ user the mystery may never be solved
↝ user be serious
user the smile she gives when he's explaining something is so cute
user every couple has a talker and a listener
user girl stood there wearing half her husband's wardrobe
user some things never change
📆 march 29
gridmoments posted a video
🎥 video: a short clip from the aftermath of ollie's crash in japan. the camera is shaky and clearly wasn't meant to be filming her.
for a few seconds, evie can be seen standing near the garage area while information about ollie's condition is still limited.
she's crying.
not loudly. not dramatically. just visibly overwhelmed.
ollie's dad has an arm around her shoulders while a haas staff member hands her a bottle of water.
what struck people most wasn't even the tears. it was how unlike her the moment felt.
evie is usually composed. calm. measured.
here, she's trembling slightly, her hands clasped tightly against her stomach while she tries to listen to updates.
the clip ends before anything else happens.
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gridmoments oliver bearman's wife after his crash at suzuka
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user 💔💔💔
user she was terrified
user sometimes we forget how frightening these crashes are for the people who love them
user the most heartbreaking part is knowing she couldn't do anything except wait for news like everyone else 😔
user that was a nasty crash. i hope ollie makes a full recovery, and next time we’ll come back stronger 💪💪
user the trembling hands 😞
↝ user her hands are on her belly all the time, she must be pregnant
↝ user not this again? cut me some slack, man
user seeing ollie's dad holding onto her like that always gets me
🚨 THREAD: reasons why i think evie bearman might be pregnant (and why i'm prepared to look incredibly stupid if i'm wrong)
before we start:
❗this is NOT based on her body. ❗women don't owe us explanations. ❗i could be completely wrong.
1. evie attended the chinese gp and japanese gp.
that's it.
she wasn't at australia, wasn't at miami and wasn't at canada either.
for someone who usually tries to attend a few races throughout the year, it's noticeable.
2. the clothes
again, NOT talking about her body.
but since the end of last year, she has started wearing looser-fitting clothes in public, which wasn't very typical of her.
3. at the japanese gp, after ollie's crash, she kept her hands on her stomach in a very protective way.
could it just be nerves? anxiety? yes. but it still seems suspicious to me.
4. over the last few months she's liked multiple posts related to motherhood, parenting and pregnancy experiences.
normally i wouldn't care.
except...
5. she also followed several motherhood creators.
again: could mean absolutely nothing.
but this thread exists because i'm collecting small things.
6. a fan spotted ollie and evie leaving a baby store together.
before anyone says gifts: yes, could be gifts.
but they apparently left carrying bags. on plural.
7. ollie has been weird.
respectfully.
he's always adored his wife. but recently he seems even worse.
extra obsessed and protective.
final conclusion:
am i saying evie is pregnant? NO.
am i saying something feels suspicious? YES.
am i prepared to be clowned publicly if she's not? also yes.
thank you for attending my ted talk 😃😃
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user "respectfully" TOOK ME OUT
user ollie has been talking about that woman like she's the eighth wonder of the world for years 😭
user i'm not convinced but i'm definitely listening
user if this turns out to be true i'm coming back to this thread
user honestly if they're expecting, good for them 🤍
user i'm afraid people will be too intrusive, and then they'll stop sharing anything about their lives
↝ user same here
↝ user 🫠🫠
user impossible, she never stopped posting bikini photos
user in any case, we’ll respect their privacy
eviebearman made a post
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eviebearman hello 🌼🌼
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olliebearman hello 😊😊
olliebearman pretty pretty pretty
↝ eviebearman handsome 😍
user good morning to evie bearman and nobody else
user she's glowing
user girl the internet is in shambles
user respectfully, she looks gorgeous
lucianadalessandro 😘😘😘 ♥︎ by eviebearman
user ma'am people are conducting investigations
user face card never declines
bearmanclips made a post
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bearmanclips folks...
"evie's been talking about getting a dog for a while now, she says it'd be nice for our dau—.. for our... house"
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user FOR OUR WHAT OLLIE
user the way esteban started laughing before he even finished the sentence
user what was he ABOUT to say
user maybe he meant daughter???
↝ user don't start 😭
↝ user i'm just asking questions
user the way he corrected himself made it ten times more suspicious
user esteban's face killed me 😭
user FOR OUR HOUSE
user omg 🤣🤣
user SIR???
olliebearman & eviebearman made a post
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olliebearman & eviebearman two years ago, we promised to build a life together.
since then, we've lived in different countries, spent too much time in airports, celebrated the good days, survived the difficult ones, and somehow found a home in each other wherever we were in the world.
now we're getting ready for our biggest adventure yet.
our daughter will be joining us at the beginning of june ❤❤
keeping this little secret has been one of the hardest and most wonderful things we've ever done. we've spent the last several months dreaming about her, talking about her, and loving her long before we've even had the chance to meet her.
to our families and friends, thank you for protecting this chapter with us. and to our baby girl, if you're anything like the people already waiting for you, you're going to be so very loved.
happy anniversary to us.
we can't wait to become your parents 🤍
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terribearman we love you three so much 🥰
↝ olliebearman love you mom ❤
↝ eviebearman 🥰😘🥰🥰
lucianadalessandro OH MY GOD FINALLY ❤❤
lucianadalessandro best secret i've ever had to keep
↝ eviebearman love youuuuu ❤
kimi.antonelli congratulations!!! there are a thousand gifts at home that luci bought
↝ olliebearman more??
↝ kimi.antonelli yes
gabrielbortoleto_ can't wait to meet her 🤍 ♥︎ by eviebearman and olliebearman
user after three years, they posted a single photo from the wedding
user I KNEW IT
charles_leclerc congratulations!! ❤️ ♥︎ by eviebearman and olliebearman
oscarpiastri congratulations to you both ♥︎ by eviebearman and olliebearman
user this is sick actually i'm so emotional
davidbearman87 our beautiful granddaughter 🩷
↝ eviebearman 💞🩷💕
user what about the regular bikini photos? i'm confused
↝ eviebearman those were old ones, honey
user OLLIE ALMOST LEAKING IT IN THE PUPPY INTERVIEW OH MY GOD
lando congratulations! i couldn't stand hiding it any longer
↝ eviebearman you did a good job hiding it, lando 🧡
↝ user 🤨🤨
↝ user HE KNEW?
↝ user okay i wasn't expecting that
Lewis was on the podium on George's first ever podium and win, and George was on the podium on Lewis's first ever podium and win with Ferrari. This is poetic 🥹! (Barcelona 26 & 23)
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Yours Truly: I couldn't decide who I wanted to dom so why not both? Happy birthday to Charles! This wasn't even planned i forgot his birthday is in October lol Enjoy!
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The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across their shared bedroom in Monaco, where the salty breeze from the open balcony doors mingled with the faint scent of Charles's cologne. You'd been together for over a year now, and tonight, after his latest podium finish, the adrenaline still buzzed between you. But instead of the usual quick, celebratory fuck, Charles had that glint in his eye—the one that promised something slower, more torturous. Edging. Your shared kink, the one that left you both trembling and desperate, bodies slick with sweat but denied the sweet rush of release.
"Are we doing this?" Charles murmured, his voice low and rough as he backed you against the king-sized bed. His hands gripped your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft skin just above your jeans. You nodded, heart pounding, already feeling the heat pool low in your belly.
"Yes. No cumming. Not until... whenever." You smirked, challenging him. The rules were simple: tease until one of you begged to break, but neither ever did. It was a game of wills, of pushing limits without crossing that final line.
He kissed you then, hard and demanding, his tongue sliding against yours as he walked you backward. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling just enough to make him groan into your mouth. Clothes came off in a frenzy—your shirt yanked over your head, his tossed aside, jeans shoved down legs until you both stood in just underwear. Charles's boxers tented with his hardening cock, and you could see the damp spot forming where pre-cum leaked through.
He pushed you onto the bed, crawling over you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. "Hands above your head," he ordered, and you complied, wrists crossing as he pinned them with one large hand. His free hand trailed down your side, nails scraping lightly over your ribs, making you arch. He hooked his fingers into your panties and dragged them down, exposing your already wet pussy to the cool air.
"Look at you," he breathed, eyes darkening as he spread your thighs wide. His fingers parted your folds, thumb circling your clit slowly, deliberately. You gasped, hips bucking up for more friction, but he held you down. "So eager already. But not yet."
He dipped two fingers inside you, curling them against that spot that made your toes curl. The stretch burned sweetly, your walls clenching around him as he pumped in and out, slow at first, then faster. Heat built fast, your breaths coming in short pants, pressure coiling tight in your core. "Charles... fuck, I'm close."
He smirked, feeling your pussy flutter around his fingers. Just as the edge loomed, he pulled out, leaving you empty and throbbing. "No," he said simply, licking his fingers clean while you whimpered in frustration.
Your turn. You flipped him onto his back, straddling his hips, feeling his cock twitch against your bare pussy through his boxers. Grinding down, you rocked slowly, coating the fabric with your slick. He groaned, hands gripping your ass, but you slapped them away. "My rules now."
You tugged his boxers down, his cock springing free—thick, veined, the head flushed red and glistening. Wrapping your hand around the base, you stroked upward, thumb swiping over the slit to spread his pre-cum. He bucked into your fist, but you slowed, twisting your wrist just enough to make him hiss.
"Like that?" you teased, leaning down to flick your tongue over the tip. He tasted salty, musky, and you took him deeper, lips sealing around his shaft as you bobbed your head. His fingers fisted the sheets, hips jerking, but you pulled off when his thighs tensed, breathing ragged.
"Fuck, baby... don't stop."
"Not yet." You pumped him once, twice, feeling him swell, then released, watching his cock bob untouched, a bead of pre-cum sliding down the length.
Back and forth it went. Charles flipped you again, mouth latching onto your nipple, sucking hard while his hand worked between your legs. Fingers plunged deep, thumb grinding your clit in tight circles. Your back bowed, moans spilling out as the orgasm built, hot and insistent. "Charles—please—"
He stopped, pinching your clit lightly instead, the sharp sting making you whine. "Begging already? We just started."
You shoved him off, pushing him to sit against the headboard. Climbing into his lap, you guided his cock to your entrance but didn't sink down. Instead, you rubbed the head along your slit, coating him in your wetness, the friction making you both shudder. Every slide over your clit sent sparks up your spine, and from his gritted teeth, you knew he felt it too.
"Slow," you whispered, grinding just enough to tease. His hands clenched on your thighs, nails digging in, but he didn't thrust up. When your pussy clenched, aching to take him, you lifted away, denying you both the penetration.
He growled, flipping you onto your stomach, pulling your ass up. "My turn to make you suffer." His tongue licked a stripe from your clit to your hole, then delved inside, fucking you with it while his fingers rubbed your clit. The wet sounds filled the room, your face pressed into the pillow as you moaned. Pressure mounted again, your legs shaking, but he withdrew, blowing cool air over your soaked pussy.
"Too close," he murmured, voice strained. You could hear how affected he was, his cock heavy against your thigh.
Turning the tables, you had him lie flat, kneeling between his legs. Your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking firmly while your other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently. He cursed in French, hips snapping up, but you edged him mercilessly—fast strokes until his abs tightened, then feather-light touches until he cooled.
"You're killing me," he panted, but his eyes burned with lust.
"Good." You leaned down, taking him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue. He throbbed on your tongue, pre-cum flooding your mouth, and just as he tensed to cum, you pulled off, hand squeezing the base to stave it off.
He hauled you up, kissing you fiercely, tasting himself on your lips. "On your back." You spread your legs, and he settled between them, cock nudging your entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you full. The burn was exquisite, your walls gripping him tight.
He bottomed out, holding still, both of you adjusting to the fullness. Then he started thrusting—deep, measured strokes that hit every nerve. Your nails raked down his back, urging him on, but he kept the pace torturously slow. Faster now, his hips snapping, the slap of skin echoing. Your pussy clenched, orgasm spiraling close, so close—
He stilled, buried deep, grinding against your clit instead. "Not yet." You cried out, frustrated tears pricking your eyes.
Pulling out, he flipped you to your side, lifting your leg over his hip. Spooning behind you, he slid back in, one arm banding across your chest to pinch your nipples while his other hand found your clit. Thrusts came shallow and quick, building you up again. His cock dragged against your walls, hitting that spot relentlessly.
"Charles... I can't—" The words dissolved into a moan as the edge hit, your body seizing.
He stopped, fingers stilling, cock twitching inside you. "You can. Hold it."
Your hand reached back, gripping his thigh, pulling him closer. But you didn't let him cum either—when his breaths grew erratic, you clenched around him, then relaxed, denying the friction.
Hours seemed to pass like this—positions shifting, touches varying. He had you on all fours, fingers in your pussy while his thumb circled your ass, pushing you to the brink before withdrawing. You rode his face, grinding down as his tongue lapped at your clit, only to lift off when stars burst behind your eyelids.
Sweat slicked your bodies, the sheets tangled and damp. Charles's cock was red, straining, veins prominent from the repeated denials. Your pussy ached, swollen and sensitive, every touch electric.
"One more," he rasped, voice hoarse. He laid you on your back, hooking your legs over his shoulders. Sliding in, he fucked you deep, the angle letting him grind your clit with every thrust. You met him halfway, hips rolling, hands clutching his biceps.
The build was relentless this time—faster, harder, but always stopping just before. Your body trembled, muscles quivering from the strain. "Charles... please, I need—"
"No." But his control cracked; his thrusts faltered, eyes squeezing shut.
You pushed him off, taking control. Straddling him, you sank down on his cock, riding hard. Your ass bounced against his thighs, pussy swallowing him whole. He gripped your hips, helping, but you slowed when he groaned low, close.
"Please, please you win ahh I-I wanna cum," he begged, the words breaking on a whine. The sound snapped something in you. All the hours of torment, the shared agony—it was time. His hands roamed your body—pinching nipples, slapping your ass lightly, urging you on. You leaned forward, kissing him deeply.
Faster now, your hips slamming down as he thrust up, the bed shifting beneath you. His cock hit deep, grinding your clit with every movement. The coil tightened, unbreakable this time, pressure mounting without mercy.
"I'm close—don't stop," you panted, and he nodded, eyes locked on yours.
"Cum with me. Now." His voice was a command, thumb finding your clit to rub in tight, fast circles. The world narrowed to the slap of skin, the stretch of him inside you, the electric build.
It hit like a crash—your pussy clamping down hard, waves of pleasure ripping through you as you cried out his name. He followed seconds later, cock pulsing, hot spurts of cum flooding your walls. You milked him through it, grinding to prolong the bliss, bodies shuddering in unison.
You collapsed onto his chest, both gasping, his arms wrapping around you tight. Cum leaked from you, mixing with sweat, but neither moved, basking in the aftershocks.
"Finally," he murmured, kissing your temple. The denial had been exquisite torture, but the release? Worth every denied second.
