#bono fic

[miloformula123fan]

Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife reader? Bono was on the way to meet his wife and kid(s) and was stopped by Nico Rosberg. Nico's like an excited child trying to make a convo with him. And his family just laughed while watching Nico fumbling over his worlds in front of Bono. Nico then spotted them and decided to ask them a few questions. Just something fluff and sweet. Add something if you want to. You decide how it ended. Thanks!! :)))

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peter bonnington x wife!reader

Bono was excited for this weekend. His wife had brought their 3 year old twins to their first race and so he was speeding through his meetings and the paddock to find his family.

And was he a little in his head?

Yeah

Did that mean he really had to bump into Nico Rosberg?

Apparently, yeah.

“Oh, hey Bono, um, wonderful to see you the paddock, I mean, you are always in the paddock, but y’know, obviously nice to see you…” Nico was floundering, panicking. He’d obviously seen Bono when he was in the Mercedes paddock, but that was before he had become the force he was today.

“Yeah Nico, lovely to see you too, is there anything you need?” Bono was a little annoyed, he just wanted to find his wife and kids, but he was happy to indulge Nico for a second as he tried to find them.

Y/N was barely 5 metres away, having enjoyed a nice coffee and some lunch with the kids. She felt like a spy sitting there with her sunglasses watching as Nico fumbled for his words, blushing and panicking, as her husband tried to look for a way to find his family, or at least a way out of this conversation. She smiled, before picking up her bag, and pointing out to her children their father, as they sprinted through people’s legs to get there.

“Dad! Dad!”

Bono turned around with a huge smile on his face, as he spotted his kids, opening up his arms, as they hugged him, picking them up.

He almost forgot about Nico as he let teh kids talk about how cool he looked and what they’d done at school that week.

Almost.

As he put the kids down, and placed a soft kiss on his wife’s lips, he noticed Nico crouching down and talking to his kids.

“Hello, what are your names?” Nico asked while crouching down to the 3 year olds level.

“I’m Clara and that’s Carl.” The girl, Clara, seemed a lot more confident that the boy, her brother, Carl, who almost was hiding behind his sister.

“It’s lovely to meet you both, I’m Nico, I’m friends with your dad. Are you gonna follow in his footsteps and be racing drivers? Or follow mum’s footsteps and be ballerinas?” Nico asked

“Oh god, Nico. The endless debate in our household. Clara wants to get into karts, but Pete is against it. And Carl wants to get into ballet and I’m against it. So…” Y/N laughed as she hugged Nico as he stood up. “Lovely to see you though.”

“Lovely to see you as well, come around for a dinner some time, Viv would love to see you.” Nico smiled before crouching down to the kids level “and Clara, if you ever need a kart, and your dad won’t let you, call me, and I’l buy you one, okay?”

“Nico stop corrupting my kids.” Bono laughed, before starting to usher the family back to hospitality. 

“I would never.” Nico feigned shock, before waving goodbye and returning to Sky.

“Now, c’mon, I’m hungry, let’s go get lunch!”

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[lewishamiltonstuff]

Everyone deserves to see biker Bono.

[dumbseee]

prince charming.

in which, i tell you the story of how you met yassine bono.

yassine bono (bounou) x reader.

note: this will flop since he’s criminally underrated, give my boi some love too. i love him so much i HAD to write something for him <3

you met him at a wedding. he was invited since he was in the same football team as the groom, and you were invited because the bride was your best friend since childhood. going to that wedding, you surely never thought that you’d meet the love of your life there, dressed in this beautiful navy suit, his signature smile plastered on his face at all time. you immediately noticed him, how could you not? he was insanely gorgeous but also a giant next to anyone so it was hard to not notice him.

you found him extremely attractive and your friends also agreed on that and tried to get his attention. but he gently turned them down, thanking them for the compliments and sending them away with a curt smile. when you saw that, you immediately lost hope and chose to not go to talk to him. if he rejected all your beautiful friends, why would he talk to you? of course, you were as beautiful as your friends and people were naturally drawn to you because of your sweet persona and natural charm. but it was hard to fight back all those voices in your head, telling you that he was way out of your league.

you pushed all those negative thoughts and still enjoyed your night, it was your best friend’s wedding after all. and you had a blast, you were so happy for the couple. you even had some eye contacts with yassine. midnight came and you decided that it was time for you to go home, as you were walking to the parking lot to call a taxi, you tripped over literally nothing and scratched your knee pretty badly and also broke your right shoe.

"fuck! that hurts…" you mumbled to yourself, trying to get up but failing miserably. you were so focused on cursing at yourself that you didn’t notice the very tall and handsome man standing next to you. "are you okay?" yassine asked you, kneeling in front of you, face torn with worry. you didn’t even respond to him, too surprised to have your "crush" talk to you and be so close to your face. you also mentally cringed when you realised that he probably saw you fall miserably to the ground. "you’re bleeding. is your ankle okay? can you walk?" he asked again, his fingers brushing against your ankle, making you shiver. you failed miserably at answering him again, which made you slap yourself mentally again because what was wrong with you?

yassine smiled to you and turned around so his back was now facing you. you frowned, not understanding what he was trying to do. "get on my back, i’ll carry you." he tapped his shoulder, of course he was still smiling. "no, don’t worry i can walk!" you immediately stood up, almost loosing your balance because of how fast you got up. yassine also stood up, you could see on his face that he wasn’t buying it, he had his arms crossed and that damn smile on his face. you tried to walk but almost made contact with the pavement again, yassine catching you with his arm. he put his second arm under your legs and carried you, holding your broken shoe in his left hand. "you didn’t need to do that, you know." you were so ashamed of yourself, but would lie if you said that you didn’t enjoy that moment. "i know, but i wanted to. and i wasn’t going to let you alone and injured in the dark." yassine stopped in front of a black sport car, he gently put you down and opened the car, he opened the passenger seat and helped you sit inside. 

long story short, yassine drove you home and secretly kept your broken shoe, because he wanted you to reach out to him so he could see you again. you got his number through your best friend’s husband and immediately texted him. you invited him for dinner at your place and he came with your now fixed shoe. sooner than later, you two became a couple and you couldn’t dream for a better boyfriend than yassine bono. he treated you like the princess you were, showering you with gifts and kisses every time he’d comeback from practice or a game. even if his team lost, he’d comeback to you with his huge smile and collapse on top of you on the couch. "you’re sweating." you said, almost choking under him. "liar. i took a shower." you laughed before he started to tickle you, making you almost die from laughter. he knew how much you hated tickles, but he loved the sound of your laughter and after a bad game, he needed to hear his favourite melody.

yassine was grateful to have you in his life, everyday he’d thank god to have had him play in the same team of your best friend’s future husband, so you two could attend their wedding and meet. yassine was a gentleman, always opening the door for you, always buying you flowers on your first day of period because he saw how painful those were for you, always cooking your favourite meal when he felt like you needed it. when he was away for work, yassine would always facetime you, even after tiring days, he’d never miss your call, or else he’d have a hard time sleeping well.

yassine was the sweetest human being you’ve ever met and you thanked god every day for making you fall in front of him at that wedding.

[0alanasworld0]

Size Difference (Yassine Bounou x reader) *smut

Description: You grow sick of Yassine holding himself back.

warnings: smut idk

“Please, Yassine!” you moan as he keeps up his usual routine. He’s halfway in and shallowly thrusting into you. You’re clenching around him, ready to cum already even if he hasn't bottomed out nor has it been a very long time.

“You’re fucked out and I only have half of it in, you’re not gonna be able to take it all sweetness. I don't wanna hurt you.” he says through his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. He feels you pulsing around him and he’s doing everything he can to stave off his orgasm. The hand cradling the back of your head combs through the hair and tugs and you cry out. His other hand massages your clit in tight circles and you see stars with the nth orgasm of the night. You both break your kiss to moan out as you cum together. You’re both breathing heavily, hands wandering all over each other's bodies, blissed out, eyes fluttering to a close as the exhaustion hits both of you.

Admittedly, you’re still frustrated. He’s always the most attentive lover he can be, making sure that you’re almost completely fucked out before he even thinks about his own pleasure. He’s always mindful of his strength and size with you. The idea of causing you any sort of pain made him sick to the stomach so in his eyes, being gentle was the way forward. He had you thoroughly overstimulated every time he made love to you so it was much easier to hold back what he wanted to do to you. It was a lot easier to stop halfway when you were gushing around him quickly with just his fingers. Even when the images he conjured up of you taking him in his entirety ate away at his patience.

Being tall generally meant nothing to him aside from a means of making his job a little bit easier but when you came into the picture, he saw things very differently. He remembers the moment of awakening vividly. The two of you were laying down to go to sleep together for the first time. His first night over and he was extremely excited. The pair of you are attached by the hip already but he’d take any excuse to get closer to you with open arms. And there you were, back against his bare chest, you’re swimming in a shirt he lent you: the first sign. You’re all cuddled up, comfortably enveloped in his strong arms. He runs a hand up and down your body, you hum in delight at the additional warmth. His hand pauses at your thigh as the realisation settles properly this time. He squeezes your thigh as he processes it. Are you tiny or is he huge? His arm returns around your body and he buries his face in the crook of your neck as he revels in it:  the feeling of your frame completely encased in his own. You’re just as affected, you’re already drowning in his embrace and the fact that he can’t stop trying to get closer has you biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together to relieve the tingling. What has this man done to me?

His hands are currently gripping your hips tightly as he pushes in and out of you. Your head is buried in the pillow, hands turning white from you gripping the bed sheets. You don’t know how long it’s been but you’re grateful that he’s taking the reins here, you have no energy left. As he finally comes to his high, a hand leaves your hip and combs through your hair, tugging on it so your back is against his chest. The other hand leaves your hip to wrap around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly and you release a broken moan at the feeling. The hand in your hair slides down your body to pinch your nipple and continues its journey towards your clit which he rubs quickly, slapping it to send a blissful shockwave through you. You can’t help but try to wriggle out of his grip and away from the pleasure.

“Yassine, it’s too much!” you cry out, your hand squeezing his forearm as he chuckles darkly, pressing your clit so hard that you’re seeing white. The way you clench onto him unexpectedly sets him off into one of the most mind-numbing orgasms he has ever experienced. Spending two weeks away to you hasn’t been kind to him and he just can’t help but let go. You’re hardly in the state to hold yourself up either so when he involuntarily loosens his grip, you fall back onto the soft mattress, sighing out as you decide to let him enjoy the moment. While trying to catch your breath, you realise that he’s still recovering and you regain some energy with your new idea. He’s still inside you, hardened once again and you readjust your legs. You bite your lip with a smile that he can’t see, take a deep breath in and push yourself back onto him.

You can feel absolutely everything and he’s now nestled so deep that you can feel him rearranging your guts already. Every vein and ridge feels so much more prominent and he’s properly pressing against your spot now; it's intoxicating, it's too much. He has you filled to the brim for the first time and just like he said: you can’t take it. It's so overwhelming, your legs are shaking, your eyes are rolling back and you’re seeing stars in a way you never have before. Your orgasm is earth-shattering. You expected to be done pretty quickly but he hadn’t even had time to react before you tightened and squirted all over him, moaning and crying out loudly in relief. Nothing could have prepared you for just how good it was going to be but you were so glad it happened.

He gasps and hisses at the feeling, hands immediately going to grab your ass in a weak attempt to stop you but it's too late, you’ve already gushed around him and all while he’s now recovered from his previous haze. His cock is still hard and he’s only now able to process what has happened. He looks down at where you are both now completely connected and releases a groan that causes you to clench around him again. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he quickly ruts into you, growling at the feeling of you fluttering around his entire cock for the first time. He can’t think anymore. No more holding back. You twist your hand back to push at his stomach as you seek to slow him down; the pleasure becomes too much. He lets out a breathy laugh at your feeble attempt and grabs both of your wrists in one of his giant hands, using this as leverage to thrust even harder into you. If you wanted to feel all of him, you were going to feel all of him properly.

He flips you onto your back, hands on the backs of your knees to keep you spread for him.

“Oh my baby girl thinks she’s so smart, huh? Think you can take it all?” he mocks, his forehead pressed up against yours so you can feel his warm breath on your face as he pants. The tears in your eyes continue to flow as you’re still trying to come back from the release you just had. The heavy fullness only serves to stimulate you further but you have no means of moving away from it now.

“That’s perfectly fine with me, sweetness. I thought I was being so nice but my greedy little girl doesn’t want that, does she?” He captures your lips in a searing kiss that makes you even more dizzy and has your mind racing. Yassine is overjoyed by the debauched image in front of him. He had imagined situations like this with you more times than he could count but the imagination was nothing in comparison to the real thing. You were so warm and soft and silky and he wonders how he held off from shoving inside you completely this whole time.

“Oh I’ll give it to you now, sweetness. You’re gonna take it all.” He pulls out almost entirely and you begin to whine but it's cut short when he drives his hips to slam back inside you completely. You cry out at the stretch and fullness and he revels in the feeling of not holding back. He sets a brutal pace to the point where the bed frame creaks and groans, headboard banging against the wall as he acts out his desires. Every once in a while he would pull out completely and rub his cock over your folds, pressing the head against your clit before slamming inside again. His pace is unrelenting as he harshly pounds into you and you drag your nails down his back, loud moans reduced to squeaks of delight. Your senses are taken over by the way he feels against your skin, his scent, his appearance, just everything. All you can see, smell, feel and hear is him and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s rough but you still feel his love shine through: his eyes haven’t left your face for a moment, frantically looking for any signs of discomfort; any indication of wanting to stop. He’s met with none of that so much as pure bliss and excitement.

“Such a good girl, aren’t ya? So tiny but you’re still so desperate for all of me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of this, gorgeous. Didn’t think you could take it but look at you? So good for me, baby I love you so much.” He coos, hands leaving the backs of your thighs to cup your face as he gives you a passionate kiss and you can just feel the love he has for you. When you part, you look into each other’s eyes to see the same swirling pools of lust and love. One hand snakes down to where you meet and his thumb presses against your swollen, puffy bud. His mouth feverishly laps and sucks at your neck; leaving dark, splotchy bruises in his wake. You’re already so sensitive that one slip of his thumb sends you spiralling into another mind-blowing high that leaves you completely limp by the end. Your legs, that were tightly wrapped around his waist, are now flailed out on the duvet as he collapses onto you and opts to grind into you. He isn’t lasting much longer and is desperate to be surrounded by your softness and warmth. You’re really able to feel him properly like this and you moan softly in delight. He breathes out heavily as one final thrust sends him crashing down to his own high. Your hands move to card through his hair and glide down the soft skin of his back as you both calm down your breathing, heartbeats pounding against each other and dopey smiles plastered onto your faces.

Once he regains some sense, he lifts himself up onto his arms so he can see your face. Concern washes over his features as he notices that you’re barely even awake. He knows you’re exhausted but he has to make sure you’re okay so he shakes you lightly until he sees your eyes open up again, confusion apparent on your face.

“Sweetheart, are you feeling okay? That was a lot and I didn’t even prepare you!” he says, thumb stroking your cheek.

“You’ve been teasing me for months with that. I was very well prepared, actually!” you sneer and he rolls his eyes. He falls back into your chest and your hands return to massaging his scalp and rubbing his shoulders. 

“You’re so good to me.” he says, a love-drunk haze glossing over his eyes as he looks up at you.

“You’re one to talk! We spend a couple of weeks away from each other and you manage to bring the whole souvenir shop back home!”

“Don’t give me ideas!” you both laugh for a while but the silence takes over eventually. It's comfortable and you’re both still blissed out from the events upon his return. You feel a slight rumble against your chest and look down to see Yassine fast asleep and you smile softly. All of a sudden, exhaustion hits you too and you pull the covers over the pair of you, pressing another kiss to the top of his head and he tightens his grip around your body, nuzzling further into your chest as he revels in the joys of his return. 

Happy valentines day, lovelies. This is a shorter one but i hope u enjoy anyway xxx

[princemick]

test driving the W14

[lfcslut]

pampered

yassine bounou x reader

words: 1.2k

request: a yassine bounou fluff where he's had a particularly rough day so the reader pampers him, makes his favourite food, they share a bath and reader gives him a back massage and he just falls asleep like that? tysm xxx

warnings: fluff, bathing together/nudity, slightly suggestive content but nothing crazy. it's mostly just wholesome fluff!!

"What's wrong, baby?" you ask as your husband walks through the door. You can sense that something is wrong as he doesn't greet you with his usual embrace and kisses, instead setting his training gear down and heading straight towards the shower.

"Nothing, I'm fine," he answers, and his tone of voice only confirms your suspicions. You hear the bath running. You head towards the bedroom and find Yassine taking off his shirt.

"Baby, talk to me," you say. Yassine wasn't usually one to keep his feelings from you, but sometimes he got into these moods where he retreated into himself, and you had to put in the effort to pull him back out. "Did something happen at training?"

Yassine sighs, still not making eye contact with you as he reaches for his towel. "It's nothing. I got into it a little bit with the boss today, that's all."

You frowned. Yassine was not one for confrontation, especially with the manager. You couldn't imagine what they possibly could have gotten into it about. "Was it about the upcoming match?" you ask, knowing that there was an important game coming up that following weekend that Yassine had been nervous about.

"I really don't want to talk about it, baby, is that ok?" He asks, and doesn't wait for your answer before taking off his track pants and boxers and heading into the bathroom.

You hesitate for a moment, pondering whether or not you should give him some space. Yassine didn't have these moments often, but when he did, it was usually related to work. He had a tendency to be too hard on himself, and when he didn't meet the high expectations he set for himself, he would push everyone away as a result.

After thinking it over for a moment, you decide to follow Yassine into the bath. When you enter, you find him already laying down in the water.

"Mind if I join you?" you ask. Yassine looks taken aback - despite being together for years and years, you had never bathed together before. He nods, and you begin to strip, taking off the sweatsuit you had been lounging around the house in. His eyes trail your body up and down as you do so. When you're fully naked, you climb into the bath, and lean against Yassine so that your back is against his chest. He wraps his arms around you and rests his head in the nook of your shoulder. The two of you sit like this for a moment, not saying a word.

"I love you," he finally whispers, breaking the silence.

"I love you too," you respond.

"I'm sorry for being grumpy before."

"Don't apologize, my love. You didn't do anything wrong," you say, as you turn around so that you are now facing him. You take his hands into yours and look into his eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's not much to talk about. Boss told me I probably won't start in the match this weekend and I kind of just lost it."

You can see the disappointment in Yassine's eyes. Besides you and his family, football was his entire life. He took pride in being the starting goalkeeper for his team. "I'm so sorry, baby. That's not fair at all." You caress his cheek in your hands for a moment. The two of you stay like this for a moment, the silence saying more than words ever could.

"Can I bathe you?" you ask after a minute. Yassine nods and you pick up the washcloth and lather it in soap and water. You start with his arms and then move to his chiseled chest, gently lathering him in soap. Yassine closes his eyes and leans his head back, allowing you fully take care of him. You scrub behind his ears and then move to his beautiful, thick hair - you prayed that your children would one day have his hair - lathering it with his favorite shampoo and conditioner. As you work, you take in every tiny detail of the body of this man that you love - the scar on his legs from when he was a child first learning to play football, the veins in his arms, the birthmark on his hips. You've seen it all before, more times than you can count, but each time it feels just as special as the first. You can't believe that this man is all yours.

"Okay baby, gonna wash you now," you say as you prepare to rinse his body off. Yassine still has his eyes closed. This is perhaps the most peaceful and relaxed you've seen him in a while. All of the stress and worry from earlier in the day has been replaced by tenderness and love.

"Thank you, angel," Yassine whispers back to you. As you finish washing him, he opens his eyes and smiles at you, the crinkle in his eyes making your heart jump the way it did the day you first met him.

When you're both done bathing, you get out of the shower and dry each other off. Yassine picks you up - effortlessly, as he always does - and carries you to the bedroom before plopping you on the bed. You both apply lotion to each other, whispering and giggling like school children as you do.

"What do you want for dinner, love?" You ask, as you both put on your pajamas. Yassine looks at you knowingly, and you can't help but burst out laughing. "Fish chermoula, is it?" you ask, knowing very well that this is Yassine's favorite food. You were never much of a cook, but after learning how much Yassine loved this dish, you had learned to make it for one of your very first dates together.

The two of you head into the kitchen together. Yassine prepares the fish while you blend together the marinade. Cooking with Yassine was one of your favorite things to do. Neither of you were very organized, so the kitchen always ended up looking like a tornado had flown through it by the end.

"Open up," you say as you finish the marinade, taking a spoonful of it and bringing it to Yassine's mouth.

"Mmm. That's delicious, darling," says Yassine. He leans in for a kiss, and you can taste the leftovers on his mouth. "No one else knows how to cheer me up like you do, baby," he says against your lips. "What would I do without you?"

"You would be living a perfectly normal and happy life, I'm sure," you respond cheekily. Yassine frowns at this, and then responds by kissing you again, his arms wrapping around your frame.

You spend the rest of the night eating and cleaning up after yourselves as the sun sets outside. Your favorite music is playing on the stereo in the background. You wonder how you could be so lucky to have found the love of your life.

After talking and laughing together for a bit, the two of you decide to call it an early night. You end the day by giving Yassine a back massage - one of his favorite ways to be pampered by you - and then fall asleep with him as the little spoon, just as he likes it.

"Good night, darling," he whispers groggily, and you can tell that he is already half asleep.

"Good night, my love," you mumble back, and the two of you fall into a deep slumber together.

[chaiiitime]

Bunking

Bunking with Yassine in his childhood bedroom is not easy when he is a 6'4 giant

“Are you sure you’ll be ok in this room?”

“Yes Ummi, we’ll be fine here.” Yassine reassured his mom as she hovered worriedly in the doorway to his childhood bedroom.

Yassine actually didn’t mind sleeping in his old room. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept here because it had sort of become the norm for him to sleep in the bigger guest room whenever he visited his parents. His visits however rarely coincided with those of his brother’s from Montreal and given how his brother and his wife had a newborn, it only made sense for them to take the bigger room and for Yassine and his wife to take the smaller bedroom that he had once shared with his brother growing up.

“Hola kids, ça va?” His dad popped his head into the bedroom. Oh great, his dad was a talker and Yassine knew the man would talk their ears off if he didn’t get both of his parents out of the room in the next few moments.

After what felt like an eternity and a hundred reassurances that they were okay with the sleeping arrangements, he finally closed the door behind his parents. Yassine was eager to get into bed with his wife.

He was tired but in the satisfying way that came from a day well-spent. This trip had been kind of an impromptu one to see his brother after so long. He was glad they got to relive some of their childhood memories together. They’d spent the day kicking the ball in the streets, they'd had a Zaazaa in a small mahlaba in the neighbourhood and just like the old days, their mom had scolded them for ruining their appetite before dinner. He hadn’t even minded when Youssef, in typical older brother fashion, had recounted the embarrassing stories from his childhood because Yassine had retaliated with stories of his own.

“What are you doing?” He asked his wife, confused. The room had two single beds, one that had been his brother’s and the other his. And his wife was getting into the one that had been his brother’s.

She looked at him as if the answer was obvious “Well, I’m going to bed.”

“Yeah, but we never sleep apart.”

She lifted her eyebrows at him. “You want us to sleep in the same bed?” She asked pointing at the one that was his. Yassine spread his hands out as if to say duh, obviously and she burst out laughing.

“Yass, you on your own will hardly fit in that bed, much less the two of us.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said as he transferred her pillow to his bed, “we both will fit perfectly in it.”

He laid down on the bed, scooting backwards toward the wall and patted the spot next to him expectantly. She sighed and shook her head at him as she laid down next to next him. She would have promptly fallen off if Yassine hadn’t held on to her.

She poked him in the chest. “Well, scoot back a bit more, no?”

Yassine snaked his arm under her head in an attempt to pull both of them further backwards but ended up pulling her hair.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry, sorry”

After a lot of wiggling around and a few elbows to each of their guts, they managed to fit on the bed. She was finally settling down when Yassine moved again.

“Now what?!” She asked, exasperated.

He lifted up unto his elbow and, grabbing his t- shirt by the neck, he removed it and flung it on the other bed. He then gathered her against his bare chest and laid back down.

“Now it’s perfect,” he said as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Yeah, his feet were hanging off the bed and it was kind of stuffy but he had never felt more content. His eyes roamed over his faded Ariel Ortega poster on the wall and the few trophies from his junior career that his mom had left on the shelves and it hit him just how far he had come.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked as she took in the content smile on his face.

“Nothing," he said, raking his hand through his hair before tucking it behind his head, "just thinking that 14-year old Yassine would never believe that one day his wildest dreams would come true.”

“And what was it that the young Yassine Bounou used to dream about?” Her hand traced slow circles over his heartbeat.

He tangled his fingers in the soft strands of her hair. She always smelled of peaches and brown sugar and her scent always comforted him and turned him on in equal measure.

“I used to lay in bed every night and dream of being a footballer." He was almost embarrassed to talk about how idealistic he had been back then. "It was all I ever wanted, but at that time, it had felt like the most impossible thing.”

“Everyone used to tell me I would be better off focusing on my studies, that being a footballer was just a silly little dream every boy has at one point in their life.”

She watched him reminisce about those early days and if young Yassine was anything like the Yassine of today, she knew people’s dismissal of his dreams would have lit the fire in him even more. She imagined him, all lanky limbs and floppy hair, ready to prove people wrong.

“I remember the day I told my dad I wanted to seriously pursue football. He didn’t understand why I wanted to do it, but then when he realised I actually had the talent, he became my biggest fan and did everything he could to make sure I succeeded.”

“He believed in you because you believed in yourself” she strained up to place a kiss on his jaw.

Yassine turned towards her fully, his hand slipping down to her waist. “You know what else young Yassine used to dream about?”

He had the cheekiest of smiles on his face, making that unique dimple on his right cheek stand out. she rolled her eyes at him because she knew he was going to say something ridiculous.

“He used to dream about kissing the girl of his dreams in his bed”

“And who was this girl of your dreams?” she asked.

“You see, young Yassine wasn’t too picky.” He smirked, “sometimes it was Jennifer Aniston. Other times, it was Nancy Ajram.”

“Oh yeah?”

He chuckled as she attempted to pinch him but the man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him.

He brought his face closer to hers, his warm breath fanning over her face, their lips almost touching.

“But this Yassine has his dream girl right here.”

Then he was cradling her face, bridging the space between them.

Their lips met and just like the first time, she felt the butterflies dancing in her belly. His lips were soft against hers, the stubble he rarely let grow beyond a five o’clock shadow tickling her face. His kisses were drugging, breath-stealing. With a moan, she hitched her leg up over his hips, his hand settling on her thigh to hold her impossibly closer to him.

Their bodies were so closely pressed together in that tiny bed, every curve of hers moulding against the lines of his body. Yassine wanted to sink into her warmth, envelope himself in her softness. He shifted her onto her back, intending to move on top of her.

For one brief moment, it felt like they remained suspended in the air before both of them tumbled down to the ground. He had forgotten this was not the king-sized bed they had at home and had complete misjudged the space available on the bed to seduce his wife.

They both looked at each other incredulously. Yassine saw her lips twitch and then she was laughing uncontrollably. So much for him trying to be sexy.

“I must say, Mr. Bounou, you do know how to keep our sex life spicy.” Her eyes danced with mirth.

He moved his hips against her and waggled his eyebrows “if you must know, this move is straight out of the Kama sutra. Only the most adventurous of people try it out.”

This sent her into another fit of laughter.

“Shh -“ Yassine softly pressed his hand over her mouth, “you’ll wake up the whole house. And trust me, you don’t want to explain to them how we ended on the floor.”

“Well, get off me then.” As it turned out, it wasn’t exactly easy to get up. They were both tangled in the bedsheets and it was no less like an Olympic sport to detangle themselves.

“Are you sleeping in the other bed then?” Yassine felt magnanimous for asking it.

She looked at him as if he was crazy and tilted her head towards the bed. His bed. “Get in.”

She laid down next to him, and turning her back to him, she placed his arm over her waist, lacing her fingers through his. His body curved around hers, her soft edges fitting perfectly against the hard planes of his body, his breath rustling the hair at her temple.

Their heart rate gradually slowed down. It was the perfect way to fall sleep.

[boxboxlewis]

HAMMERTIME || bono/lewis (and lewis/others) || 1.7k, M

Bono knew what Lewis was going to say before he even started speaking, just from the way he held his body: hands by his sides, open, too casual, face turned away at an angle. Hiding, Bono thought fondly, just a bit. Worried that Bono might turn him down.

Which was nonsense, of course. Never going to happen.

huge thank you to em @powerful-owl and liza @officialmood for encouragment & enabling!

[suspensionbridges]

From a podcast interview with Bono and The Edge

Bono: Myself and Edge...together for years we holiday together in the south of France. We're there, and Adam and Larry--

Edge: Not just the two of us, I just want to point out. There are other people.

Here around 49:30.

[miloformula123fan]

Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife reader? Where his love language is like he make sure to bring a jacket if it's cold/rain for her, cheek/temple peck. And her love language is picking up his favorite snacks/meals from the store/homemade, holding hands/lean head on his shoulder. Just domestic things. Fully fluff and romantic. Add something else to it if it's not right. Thanks!! :))

haha, between me, this anon and @leosxrealm, we have 3 simps for bono

bono is hot. that is all i will say.

i also have a bit of an angsty part 2 (because angst is kinda what i do :) )

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

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peter 'bono' bonnington x female!race engineer!reader

A jacket

Bono watched as his wife walked towards the ferrari garage, and then back to the pit wall. It was raining hard here, not unsurprising for Melbourne, and it was quite heavy, so the session had been delayed. As all the other engineers were doing, they were talking to the drivers and then working on data and double checking the radar. Bono supposed he was lucky in that way, all the information was in the garage for him. For Ferrari, the data was available on the pitwall, and the radar and the driver were inside, so he was watching his wife walk backwards and forwards in the rain, with no umbrella or even a raincoat, just in her ferrari clothes which were now soaked and with her hair sticking to her face he had no idea how she was even getting straight answers out of Carlos.

He once again saw her walk out again to the pitwall and start typing. He pulled up his own mercedes rain jacket before jogging out towards the ferrari pitwall. Y/N heard the footsteps approaching her pitwall and assumed it was Xavi or another Ferrari team member needing some data. However as she turned around she was not expecting to come face to face with her husband

“What are you doing here? Trying to steal our data?” Y/N grinned as she spun around to face her husband.

“Don’t think we need it, darling” Bono grinned back at his partner.

“Sorry, which team is coming 1st in the constructors, and which is coming 3rd?” She teased.

“Darling, there’s been 2 races.” Bono sighed, this was a regular occurrence in their household.

“Still counts. Anyway, what are you doing here, if not to steal our data?” Y/N’s face slightly fell as she tried to ascertain what her husband was doing here.

“It’s raining…” Bono attempted to explain

“No shit sherlock!” Y/ explained, looking surprised and sarcastic at Bono.

“You're wet…” he tried to continue

“Well thanks darling, I now know I can always rely on my husband to give me a good compliment. Although why’d you come out of the garage if not to also get wet. All your data is inside…” Y/N looked confused and sarcastic.

Bono shook his head, thinking and laughing about his wife’s banter, before holding out the unbranded rain jacket. “For your rushing between the Ferrari garage and the pit wall. You’re gonna catch a cold.”

She looked at him and smiled before taking the jacket and slipping it over her shoulders, nearly punching Bono in the process. She grimaced before looking up with an odd soft smile on her face

“Thanks babe.” She smiled sheepishly and looked won, before dashing once again out in the rain towards the ferrari garage. 

All safe and dry. Bono thought as he walked back to the Mercedes garage. Safe. Dry. and warm. That was how he liked to keep his partner.

A good luck kiss

“Hey, hey darling, before you go…” Bono approached her wife, just before the race. Lewis and Carlos were starting P5 and P6, so they were just opposite each other, so Bono worked out a way to sneak away quickly to see his wife.

“Yes, Peter?” Y/N turned away from the mechanic who had been trying to talk to her. Bono loved this about his partner, he’d often always found that he’d been talked over, but Y/N was one of the people who had always made sure that he was listened to and that his ideas were heard.

Yeah sure, Y/N sometimes snubbed other people as the Ferrari mechanic was seething over her shoulder, apparently desperate to continue talking to her, but she would never do it for him.

“Kiss for good luck?” Bono knew his puppy dog eyes were questionable, as a man in his mid 40s.

Bono smiles as he looks down on her, before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“How can I say no to you?”

“You can’t!”

“I know.”

Picking up snacks

“So Carlos, I just wanted to discuss…”

Bono had been very sad to wake up all alone in the bed, but hearing his wife’s voice echo from the office next door made him realise what had happened.

He went into the kitchen, and pulled out the breakfast that they had been planning on having together today. He paused as he pulled it out, before pulling out the other jar, untouched. Y/N’s breakfast. He knew the meeting that Y/N was in was probably confidential, but he also knew that Y/N had been up for a while. So he shuffled into Y/N’s office and placed the jar of chia seed pudding and the spoon in front of Y/N.

When Y/N looked up to see food and spoon being placed on top of her plans, she was not sure what she was expecting to see, but it was not her partner, half asleep, without his glasses on, hair sticking up everywhere, in just a dressing gown and slippers, squinting at the minimal light that was on in the room.

‘What are you doing?’ Y/N mouthed at Bono

Bono shrugged before shuffling out of the room again.

Y/N grinned to herself, shovelling a mouthful of the chia seed pudding in her mouth before turning back to Carlos and continuing her spiel.

—

“I’m so sorry baby, they just called me at like 7am, and were like ‘we know it’s your day off but we don’t care so you have to come in’ and i’m not happy about it darling. It’s OUR day off and…” she buried her head in his chest “i wanna spend it with you.” she concluded in  a small voice.

They stayed like this for 10 minutes. Y/N with her head buried in Bono’s chest, before her phone started ringing again. Her groan was muffled in his chest, but he heard both the phone and the groan that followed.

“Hey, it’s okay, baby. I’ll do some of my work today, so then tomorrow we can still have a bit of a day off, even if it is not ‘officially’ a day off.”

“Mhm,” said Y/N as she began to extract herself from Bono’s hug. Bono, pulling her off as he grabbed a bowl he’d already prepared.

“Some trail mix darling, to get you through til lunch.”

“Thank you baby.”

—

“I know the data looks good, but it’s irrelevant until we get to testing and we can compare it to Red Bull and Mercedes. Yeah the data will…”

Bono had pulled on some earphones, while on a phone call with Toto, partially so he could get work done while he made lunch. He’d also left them on to visit his wife so that if she was talking about stuff that he wasn’t allowed to hear, it wouldn’t violate their NDAS.

Bono nudged the door with his elbow, holding a plate and a drink, in his hands. Y/N looked up from the chaos of her desk, hair frazzled, bin overflowing, data everywhere. Bono cleared a small space on the desk for the glass of water, and the plate with the egg salad lettuce wrap.

She grinned, as she took a bite into the wrap, before turning back to the computer and continuing her babbling, as Bono smiled as he shut the door and returned to his own room.

—

“Darling i love your food, but this truffle pasta is not as good as ferrari’s” - Y/N

“Next time we can go to Ferrari's hospitality then, or you can have my salmon.” - Bono

“I don’t want your salmon, I want Ferrari’s truffle pasta. Wait, there’s gonna be a next time? I think we should go to Red Bull if there’s gonna be a next time.” - Y/N grinned

“Based on their catering budget i reckon their pasta will somehow rival Ferrari’s” - Bono chuckled

“Well I guess next time we shall have to see!” - Y/N flashed her cheeky grin at him, as she dived back into the pasta.

“No, next time we have to go to Ferrari and see how much better pasta we can make.” - Bono insisted

“So we have 2 more dates planned, and then…”

Y/N could feel the eyes on her bright red Ferrari jacket in a sea of black, greys and whites in the Mercedes hospitality.

But the stares and whispered comments all faded as Bono laughed at some funny joke she had mentioned the ferrari screw ups so far this season.

Watching bono talk about the few things that mercedes had ever fucked up, made all the eyes fade away.

At least until Lewis, Toto and James all sat down and started chatting to Bono about various data that Y/N was sure that she wasn’t supposed to be hearing.

Bono cleared his throat “Um, guys? Is this really the time?”

Y/N did not miss the Cheshire cat grins on James and Toto’s faces “why of course now is the time, why wouldn’t now be the time?”

“Because I’m trying to have a nice calm and peaceful lunch with my wife and…”

Y/N preened at being labelled as Bono’s wife, at least until Lewis decided to open his big mouth

“We’re here because we were trying to work out if the rumours were true.”

“What rumours?”

“The rumours that there was a ferrari spy in the open eating out truffle pasta.”

“I mean it’s not very good truffle pasta. You should maybe not make pasta, it’s kinda ferrari’s thing.”

“Right, let’s divert money from the car development into the catering budget, i suppose.” Toto mused

“Yeah, maybe some funding out of the pit crew, because they will be more motivated, if they’re being fed better.”

“Bono, can we borrow your partner for financial advice?”

“Don’t know how she’d feel about that one.”

“Nah, happy at ferrari and yelling at people for stupid strategy.” She grinned, before finishing her drink, and giving Bono a kiss on his head before wandering off

Holding hands

Y/N looked up at Bono as he slipped his hand into hers . Slightly surprised by his demonstration of public affection, she tried to send him a questioning look. But he was looking full ahead trying to belt out the British anthem. He was stuffing up the anthem, he kept singing ‘god save the queen’ instead of ‘god save the king’. Y/N instead made eye contact with Susie, who smiled and then opened her mouth when she saw the hand holding. Y/N sent a look going ‘I KNOW RIGHT?’ and then they grinned at each other before looking forward again. So neither saw the small grin that filled Y/N’s face.

---

taglist: @leosxrealm, @tallrock35, @wolf-knights, @janeholt3

[lewishamiltonstuff]

One last dance.

[talkinfanfic]

Episode 306 - Talkin’ U2, Bono, and Bedge with Tory from the Retro Fanfic Retrospective Podcast!

Sara welcomes the great and wonderful Tory, best known for their reliably insightful analysis of fanfiction on the Retro Fanfic Retrospective podcast (found wherever you get your podcasts!) Tory shares their lifelong love affair with the legendary band U2, and their knowledge of the band’s history and music. Tory also digs into the amazing feat of how the band’s joyful, sublime chemistry seeps into the very music they produce, sustaining fruitful artistry for nearly fifty years. 

Other topics include: Irish history, and the Christianity of U2, along with comparisons with Oasis. We also talk Bedge and RPF! And we dig into a mini-RFR discussion of likeamadonna’s Bono/Edge fanfiction within a fanfiction, “Fictitious Characters”.

🎧 Find Talkin' Fanfic on your favorite podcast app such as Spotify or Apple Podcasts. Or stream Episode 306 here!

Show notes below the cut 🧡

Contact and Credits:

Intro Theme: Kyle Laurin "Oasis Supersonic Theme" (Twitter: @cobrakylemusic)

Clip used - Noel Gallagher on The Late Late Show | RTÉ One 

Outro clip - “Beautiful Day” by U2, from the album ‘All That You Can't Leave Behind’ - pulled from Youtube licensed via UMG (on behalf of Universal-Island Records Ltd. ℗ An Island Records recording; ℗ 2000 Island Records Limited

Tumblr: talkinfanfic.tumblr.com 

Instagram: @talkinfanfic

Email: talkinfanfic@gmail.com 

Time caps:

00:00 - Introduction

06:03 - Start of episode

16:02 - Tory’s music background

24:25 - U2 in bloom right now!

35:06 - A little Irish history 

45:19 - The Troubles, a climate for the formation of U2

56:03 - U2’s Bigness, America, and ‘What is Bono??’ 

01:02:45 - Bono’s useful celebrity, vs individualism of Oasis. Or, “do-gooders” vs “do-badders”

01:08:22 - Bono the Energizer Bunny, and U2 in Vegas

01:13:07 - The other members of U2 (Larry, The Edge, and Adam)

01:20:35 - Christianity and U2

01:31:45 - Religion, U2 vs. Oasis

01:34:50 - Religious imagery in the Achtung Baby-era, and Bono’s ‘characters’

01:41:42 - U2 fanfiction and RPF fandom

01:51:20 - “Fictitious Characters”, by likeamadonna

02:02:26 - Fitting Ali into the Bono/Edge

02:07:20 - Start of Rapid Fire! (which lasts nearly an hour, lol)

02:12:27 - Tory’s Top 5 U2 Tracks

Episode References

U2 Fanfiction.com (Tory mentions they used to read fanfiction from this now defunct archive; link via Wayback Machine) 

The Retro Fanfic Retrospective podcast (Podbean, you can also search for it on Spotify or Apple Podcasts)

Link - Band bio, from threechordsandthetruth.net great U2 overview and biography

U2: The Origins Of The Biggest Band Of The Early 2000s a decent youtube documentary on U2

A live performance of ‘Until The End Of The World’ from ‘Achtung Baby’, filmed during the US leg of the Zoo TV tour in 1992. Kiss for the camera at 2m34s <3 

"One" - U2 Music Video (Anton Corbijn Version) feat. Bob Hewson, and U2 in drag! 

Bono interview with NPR Podcasts -  at 14m46 Bono starts speaking about the concept of ‘Surrender’. “Shut up and listen…is kinda where I’m at.”

Noel Gallagher on The Late Late Show | RTÉ One  - “Who puts the batteries in that guy??” 

Youtube Clip - Noel Gallagher, on U2 (for NME) 

 “Electrical Storm” - U2 Music Video directed by Anton Corbijn (starring Larry!)

Photo via Pinterest - Liam and Bono kissing. According to Bono, Liam had a guitar pick in his mouth and dared Bono to try and retrieve it in front of paparazzi. The photo was printed in a 2002 issue of Rolling Stone.  

Reprint of article - “When Oasis Hit the Road with U2” The Daily Telegraph, June 26, 1997

Bono’s ‘characters’ - Here is MacPhisto making a phone call to a taxi to take him home. This was in Syndey, Australia during the 1993 Zoo TV Tour.

Retro Fanfic Retrospective - Special Episode - Fanfiction Hypothesis The RFR crew discuss…what is and what is not fanfiction? (Spotify link) 

Fic discussion - "Fictitious Characters" by likeamadonna (Ao3 link)  

Bono and The Edge - NPR Tiny Desk Concert (2023) Bono asks Edge to “do an Edge thing!”  

Bono and The Edge - BBC Radio 2 Piano Room (2023) Bono and the Edge vibing together through a string-laden performance of classic U2 songs. Bono serenading the Edge during “Vertigo” around 7m30s, lots of fond looks. 

Fic mentioned - The Scientist or: How Edge Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bono by spacemonkey 

Tory’s Top 5 U2 Tracks (slightly deeper cuts, in no particular order): Red Hill Mining Town , Bad, Lemon, Every Breaking Wave, and Stay (Faraway, So Close!)  

“Ordinary Love” acoustic version, U2 on Jimmy Fallon (2014) with Roots. One of Sara’s favorite U2 live vids ever!! 

Tory is listening to - Leith Ross, an indie-rock Canadian singer-songwriter. Here’s a song from their Youtube channel.

Bandcamp - Her Dilemma the bass player that played for Leith Ross during the set Tory watched. “Mathy”, a bit like Slint!

[0alanasworld0]

Late night arrivals (Yassine Bounou x reader) *smut

Description: Yassine comes home late again, tired of everything but at least he has you to come home to

Warnings: its smut lol

Yassine never used to mind coming home late. Early mornings have always been the bane of his existence and he has contemplated a quiet office job multiple times to escape the random, late-notice 5am training sessions. But, only recently has he begun to truly despise the prolonged training sessions.

The second you came into his life, you had him wrapped around your little finger and as soon as the pair of you began a relationship, he constantly craved your company. Now he had a reason to come home every evening. Regardless of how badly things went over at the stadium, whether he got into it with a teammate or coach, at least he could look forward to seeing your relaxed figure there in one of his shirts, doodling away in your little sketchbook. Or on the flip side, he could come home and quickly whip something up while awaiting your return from work. Massage your sore shoulders and upper back, press kisses into your skin as you told him about your day, carry you to your room as you got ready for bed together. He liked doing things with you in general but sharing a night routine had a special place in his heart: watching you do your skincare and offering to do his, brushing each other's hair softly, getting changed together as you slapped him for whistling suggestively. He already made you blush constantly with his gaze so the comments had you even more flustered. 

“Can I not express admiration for my beautiful wife?”

“Admiration? Is that what we’re calling it now?” You shake your head with a smile that you can’t bite back as he shrugs. You walk up to him and peck the corner of his mouth, smirking as you turn around quickly to remove your earrings while he whines for a “real kiss”.

However, coming home so late that your night routine was completed or you had dozed waiting for him irritated him more than he could ever express to anyone.

Arguing with the managers left him in a sour mood. Their constant over-reliance on him as well as their reluctance to make changes to improve not only his but their performances had become something of a sensitive subject area. Things were just very tense at the moment, he didn’t like the fact that he could only really trust one of his teammates to pull their weight for the team. It was never enough and he felt as if he dealt with the brunt of the blame. He cooled off a little once he got in his car: the light vanilla scent of your perfume still lingered, relaxing him as he took a deep breath. He could finally charge and check his phone for any messages from you that would calm him down and bring a smile to his face. He imagined you in your little silk slip. He pats himself on the back for buying it for you; you were stunning regardless of what you wore but something about the delicate fabric hanging off of your perfect form was just divine. He sees the messages and phone calls from you and frowns slightly until he listens to the voicemail:

“Hey! I hope everything’s okay and you haven’t completely blown up on Sampaoli haha… um… no seriously uh… please don’t be too hard on yourself. I know things are a bit difficult right now but you’re one of the strongest people I know. It’ll pass with you coming out having made even more star strikers cry haha- no I’m rambling. Forget all of that: You’re amazing and I love you and I can’t wait to see yo-”

“I can’t wait to see you, ugh damn that time limit!” you grumbled the last part under your breath, making him laugh a little. You always knew what to say without even realising it. Did you even know how much of an effect you had on him?

A part of him only felt worse now, you were always so understanding with him but he really wished that he didn’t have to sacrifice his time with you just because the club managers couldn’t find any other way of improving the team’s performances. He was really beginning to consider the offers from other teams, wondering if they would be more reasonable with the timings. The car journey is peaceful with him humming along to one of the songs from a playlist you made for him. He smiles as he recognises some of the lyrics you have pointed out to him as your favourites.

“The symbolism is so beautiful and perfect, don’t you think?! The broken bones in this context are because he fell in love with her really quickly and suddenly! You can’t tell me that that isn’t lyrical geniu- why are you looking at me like that?” You narrow your eyes in confusion.

“Your eyes light up whenever you talk about something you like. It’s quite mesmerising.” he smiles, continuing to stare into your eyes and pulling you in for a kiss before you look down to hide the blush making its way to your face, tracing the shape of your lips with his thumb as you look into his eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration.

He finally reaches home, trying to be quiet as he kicks his shoes off. He closes the door and removes his shirt on the way to your shared bedroom.

He smiles as he sees you still awake, sitting on the bed and carefully putting your art supplies away on your side table. He missed the skincare routine and watching you get changed but at least you’re still awake. He’ll take what he can get. And even better, you’re in that silk slip. 

“Are you going to keep staring or are you gonna get in?” he can’t see your face but he hopes you’re relieved to have him back home.

You stand up and jog over to him, enveloping him in a tight hug and he almost immediately melts into it. The lingering perfume in the car was nothing in comparison to you. His arms pull you even closer and he buries his face in your hair and he can feel the stresses of the day dissipate quickly with your comforting presence. 

“Is that a new shampoo?”

“Uh yeah, I got a package with some mango scented stuff and I thought I’d give it a try! Do you like?”

“It's you so yes” he feels you smile into his chest. Any reminder of that size difference had him going a little bit crazy. 

He was a big guy. A 6’5 wall of muscle. He was a goalkeeper, of course he needed to be. At his level, he needed to be in peak physical condition so he could continue to perform as one of the world’s best goalkeepers. Yassine’s job could be a pain sometimes but watching him play had you dizzy with love and lust and everything in between. You were already pretty small but next to him, it was that much more obvious and you both revelled in the fact. It meant that he always treated you like the most precious thing he had ever known, which you were, and he didn’t want to break you.

You let go of the hug and he already misses your soft skin pressed against his. You go to the mirror to take your earrings off and he immediately moves to stand behind you with his arms wrapped around your torso and head resting on top of yours. Before you even say anything, he reluctantly removes his arms to brush your hair over your shoulder and remove the locket you were wearing. Another one of his lavish gifts, there’s a photo of you and him inside with the date of your first encounter. It's one of the many anniversaries he loves to celebrate. This was one of the smaller gifts but you treasure it since he shares a matching pocket watch.

He bends down to leave butterfly kisses that trail down from behind your ear to your shoulder and you shiver slightly, closing your eyes in pleasure. He was so intoxicating that you sometimes couldn’t believe that he was real and yours. 

“You’re my everything, you know?”

“And you’re mine” he wraps his arms around again and squeezes you as you squeal.

His size proves advantageous as he lifts you up with ease and gently tosses you onto the bed, quickly trailing behind you and pulling you by your ankles towards him. His hands glide up your bare thighs and give them a gentle squeeze that has you whimpering in anticipation. His hands were truly a work of art. He could hold both of your hands in one of his comfortably and in moments like this, when they almost take up the entirety of one ass cheek, you realise just how huge he is. The thought of it has you dizzy with ideas of things he could do to you. 

As your slip bunches up at your hips, he sees your cunt expose itself to him a little bit more and groans at the sight. He moves to kiss your neck again, trailing down slowly and leaving a trail of bites and marks that have you moaning quietly in bliss. He reaches you clothed breasts, nipples already hardened from the chill of the air, and opts to suckle on them through the fabric, your hands moving to grip his hair as he teases you.  You close your eyes at the feeling, his warm tongue soaking the material and you can faintly feel it swirl around the bud. You wonder if he can feel your heart hammering against your chest.

He continues the trail downwards until he reaches your leaking cunt. He's aching with debauched images of what he wants to do and he's painfully hard with the lewd thoughts but still takes the time to tease, leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs, bites that have you arching your back slightly. They're so soft and warm so he's taking extra time to give them some love. Parting them further and further until he finally decides that he can’t wait anymore. He sight of your glistening centre is more than he can handle, a sight he's seen plenty of times before but he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. His thoughts could never compare to the angel in front of him. He dives in to leave a long, slow lick through your folds from your entrance to your swollen pearl and you cry out again, panting heavily and your thighs are trembling slightly in excitement. He swirls his tongue around the bud before he sucking lightly, tongue still making circles around it. He hums in satisfaction at your sweet taste which only serves to stimulate you even more as your back immediately arches off the bed. You cry out in pleasure and relief and your hands reach down for his hair again as you pull on it. He responds by sucking even harder as your soft thighs move to close around his head. The feeling of the warm softness trapping his head has him dizzy and he can't help but gently buck his hips against the mattress to relieve some of the tension. He wraps his arms around them to keep them close and create more contact. He revelled in the fact that he still made you so nervous after all this time but he wondered if you knew of the effect you had on him. His angel. His sunshine. You lit up every room you walked into and brought an air of calm to those around you. All of that beauty to match a body that had him feral. It felt blasphemous to not learn every little scar, freckle and dip that decorated you. To not study what made you squirm, gasp, cry in pure, unadulterated bliss. He has your legs shaking in no time and decides to finally finish you off by slowly pushing two long, slender fingers into you, curling them against the spot you could never reach with your own fingers. He looks up to one of the most beautiful things he could ever dream of witnessing and moans, the vibrations only serving to torture your little bud even more. Your eyes roll back as you moan in complete and utter bliss all while his mouth never lets up on your clit. You’re in tears by the first mind-blowing orgasm of the night as you gush all over his face. He releases your clit, opting for small licks and kisses that prolong your orgasm and have your thighs twitching. 

When you come down from your high and he’s finally had enough, he quickly works to take off your slip, holding back the primal desire to just tear it off your frame, and his joggers too before laying on his back and patting his thighs, smirking as your eyes trail down his body, biting your lip nervously. You never get used to it. Again, he’s 6’5 so it shouldn’t be surprising yet here you are. You look absolutely adorable in your current state: head cocked to the side as you oggle him, cheeks flushed, biting your kiss-bitten lips, hands folded neatly on your lap, fidgeting as you assess the situation. Does everything about this girl have to be so adorable?

“C’mon gorgeous, we’ll go slow…” He trails off; his pupils blown wide, entranced by you in all your glory as you move to straddle his thighs. Hovering over his cock, quivering slightly as you slowly move down onto him. His hands reach for your breasts, twisting and pinching the nipples and he moves down as you close your eyes. He reaches your thighs and gives them a hard squeeze, again reminding you of the size difference. His hands cover them almost entirely and they feel so warm against you. the callouses scratch lightly against your delicate skin and you can imagine the veins bulging as he flexes them. He knew you had a thing for his hands so made the extra effort to keep them wandering around your body, lingering on your most sensitive parts so you would remember them.

He’s prepared you enough so that he slips in easily but the stretch still has you gasping and gripping his shoulders as you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling of your walls clamping around him is like no other and he can't help but moan lowly at the feeling. It's been too long since he had this.

“That's it… there’s my good girl- fuck” your eyes roll back as you slowly take more and more of him. You have to stop for a while, already feeling so full but you cry out at his next comment.

“C’mon baby, halfway there. You can take it, can’t you?” He notices the tears beginning to form in your eyes and grips your hips, guiding you down onto the final inches of him. It's a tighter squeeze for the last bit and you both moan loudly when he’s through. Your thighs are shaking again and he laughs breathily, picking up on the telltale signs of your orgasm. He moves a hand off your hip and goes to gently rub your clit, moaning loudly as you clench tightly around him, unexpectedly gushing all over his cock. You're so sensitive to him and he's so glad that he hasn't been the only one desperate for it. He’s shaking slightly as the pleasure takes over, continuing to rub you as you convulse with the aftershocks.

He grunts as you start to move up and down his cock, the blunt tips of your nails scratching down his chest.

“Such a good girl for me… You’re so perfect…” his hands resting on your hips, occasionally moving up to squeeze your breasts and trailing back down in the way he knows you love. He loves seeing how hard you tried to take him and keep going, his perfect girl. It's already too much for you and it's barely even started. The exhaustion takes over quickly as you collapse onto him with your head resting on his shoulder. A hand moves to soothingly rub your back as you nuzzle into him, lulled into a false sense of security. You're panting heavily and closing your eyes as you tried to regain some sense, the wet kisses that he's leaving all over the parts of you he can reach are not helping and the chills don't seem to be dissipating anytime soon.

Wrapping his arms tightly around your middle, he kisses your neck, giving you a short break before continuing. He bends his knees slightly, balancing on his feet as he snaps his hips, pistoning into you. You shake even more, not even having the energy to moan out. You’re in complete bliss as the pleasure takes over and you squeeze his shoulders. He moans out as you flutter around him, struggling to move with the vice grip you have on his cock and he hisses at the feeling of you digging your nails into his shoulders, adding to the array of marks that will undoubtably raise some eyebrows and illicit questions in the locker room. He tightens his arms around you and thrusts harder, hands wandering all over your body as the knot in your stomach tightens again. 

He flips you over, roughly throwing your legs over his shoulders, practically folding you in half as he pounds into you. You’re definitely not walking right for the next few days. The position allows him that much deeper and he’s angled perfectly to press against your spot with each thrust; it has you trying to squirm away from the stimulation, your nails are now dragging down his back. Everything about him is overwhelming. His body completely blocks your surroundings, his voice sends chills down your spine, his scent has you all warm and safe and his touch sparks trails of electricity throughout your whole body. His thrusts are fast and desperate as he holds you down by your hips to stop you from moving away. Another hand grabbing at your wrists and holding them above your head. he has you pinned to the mattress to make sure that you're taking the full force of his thrusts. He presses his forehead against yours.

"Where do you think you're going, sweets?" He mocks, smirking as he notices that you can't even open your eyes to look at him.

“Oh would you look at that princess?” He takes one of your hands and places it on your belly. You can feel it, you can feel him. You manage to open your eyes and make contact with his darkened ones. you dare to look down as you see it. the bulge that forms whenever he pushes back into you, evidence of just how deep he is inside you. you moan out in shock and pleasure, clenching around him and legs flailing as you make another futile attempt to move away.

"Fuck- stop moving." His grip tightens just a little bit on your wrists and hip, not enough to hurt but just to bring your cock-drunk self to some sense.

He bites his lip, desperately trying to last a bit longer; wanting to coax a couple more orgasms out of you.

“Always take me so well, so perfect for me, huh? I love you so much, baby- fuck” he groans in your ear, leaving wet kisses all over your neck and chest, letting go of your wrists to hold to backs of your knees, keeping you still and spread wide as he pushed as deep as he could. you move your hands to pull on his gorgeous, thick hair again and he comes up from leaving dark purple hickeys on your neck and shoulder to capture your lips in a searing kiss that takes your breath away. You’re both coming to finish and he rubs your clit in tight circles to bring you there.

“C’mon gorgeous, cum for me.” He collapses onto your chest, grinding himself against you all while continuing to stimulate your clit. You're trapped under his enormous frame now and the feeling of his skin pressed up against yours makes you close your eyes in comfort. His warm breath is a stark contrast to the cool air and the feeling spreads like fire throughout the rest of your body. His grip on your hip tightens, grinding deeply so you could really feel every inch of him. You tighten around him again and this time, he can’t hold back as he cums inside you with a moan that sets your own orgasm off. Your arms tighten around his head and his thrusts are now shallow as he works to ride the high with you, releasing his grip to let your legs flop down and back onto the bed. Your hand moves to slap his hand away from your clit but he keeps it there, massaging and pinching as you convulse with the extra stimulation. 

“One more for me. C'mon gorgeous, I know you can take it” he sweetly kisses your temple, a stark contrast to what he was doing to you. He dips his head to take a nipple into his mouth, licking around the bud before sucking fervently and you gush around him for the last time. His hands leave your clit to rub and sooth your body as you try to catch your breath. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Such a good girl for me, hmm? my perfect girl” You smile into the kiss, your hand running over his back to sooth the scratches, the feeling of the soft, warm skin and twitching muscles on your hand brings you such a level of comfort that you could never do justice with words. You whine as he slowly lets go of the embrace, suddenly feeling very empty and cold as he leaves to grab a washcloth. He parts your legs gently, smoothing over the skin and wipes you down. You twitch and cry out as you feel it against your clit.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ll be quick.” He presses the warm cloth against your inner thighs and you close your eyes at the feeling. He looks over the marks and his eyes flicker to your muscles which haven't stopped twitching with concern. Did he go too far this time?

“Are you feeling okay? Was that too much? I’m so sorry, princess I have no idea what came over me I-” You pull him into a soft kiss as he relaxes again into you. A hand moving to cup your cheek.

“It was perfect, I promise. I love you.” giving him a dopey smile, humming in delight as he kisses over all of the lovebites, cooling the slight sting you felt.

“I’m just gonna go and grab some snacks and water, pretty. I’ll be back!” You go to protest but he shushes you, insisting that you needed the nutrients.

"Trust me, I'm an athlete." you roll your eyes with a small smile, relishing the care he's giving you.

He returns with his arms full of fruit, chocolates and water bottles, eyes softening at your figure snuggled up into the sheets. 

You don’t feel particularly hungry but he insists that it’ll do you good so you relent, letting him feed you the grapes and sweets as he runs his fingers through your hair and over your relaxed frame. You’re holding off a smile as he does so, eyes narrowing at him in faux-annoyance. 

“You love it really” he says with a teasing smile, putting the water bottle on the side table, turning the lamp off and pulling the covers over the pair of you. Your head is against his chest and you’re soothed by the slow thump of his heart beat and the warmth he radiates.

“I’m sorry I came home late again.” he smiles sadly as he strokes your hair. What kind of husband couldn't give his wife this everyday? Sure, I hate not spending time with her but imagine how she's feeling! It genuinely makes his heart ache at the idea of you having to wait for him.

“Its not your fault, my love. Did coach lay into you again?”

“As per usual. I still don’t know how he expects me and Yousef to hold up this entire team alone. I just don’t know what to do anymore…” he trails off, what would he do now? The team that gave him everything was falling apart and he had to take the weight of the blame. It was soul-crushing.

“I’ll be there with you regardless, just keep talking to me, okay? Don’t keep it to yourself. I've said it once and I'll say it again, you're one of the strongest people I know. You'll find a way out but in the mean time, just don't keep any of this in. Your struggles are mine.” You wipe away a stray tear and he closes his eyes at the feeling of your soft hand soothing his skin.

He carefully moves you off him so he can face you, moving a hand to rest on your cheek. Smiling softly at the concern in your eyes. 

“You make everything better, I could take on the world so long as you’re there.”

“I try my best.” You smile, pressing your lips to his before hiding your face in his neck. His arms move to wrap around you as the exhaustion hits. He closes his eyes and breathes out in relief. You’re here. You’re okay. He’s a fighter and he soon will find his way too. And he's comforted by the knowledge that you'll be there with him for it all.

He allows the tiredness to overtake him as he smiles, falling into a deep slumber with his perfect wife encased in his strong arms. It’ll be okay.

Before I move onto the requests, I just thought I’d get a test-run in. I hope u enjoy, my lovelies xxx

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for the lewis x bono fic recs, here are my faves from the ao3 tag (disclaimer: there are currently only 20 fics in the tag!!! which is a problem!!!)

keeping a promise - 813 words, established relationship; unrated

this thing called us - 4.5k words, slow burn, hurt/comfort; rated g

to serve and protect - 26k words, bodyguard au; rated e

get your mind right - 2k words, established relationship, phone sex; rated e

bono anon, have a look at these!! 👀

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A new chapter of You Wanted Me Alone, titled Wish, is here!

4700 words of Edge POV, set in 1982-83.

[super-unpredictable98]

All Shook Up | Killing Bono AU

Chapter 2: Shaking Things Up

Warning: Strong language

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The next morning was cold, but Joyce was all ready to show the McCormick brothers what she could do. She put on her best outfit, did her makeup and hair, all while Gloria watched from afar with the most judgemental look on her face. 

"So, you like the malnourished one then?"

"What? No! I'm auditioning for their band, they are about to get signed with a super hot label and I wanna be in on it."

"Oh, so the cleavage, the sexy lipstick, the short skirt with fishnets... that's all for the audition. You're definitely not interested in that kid."

"I- I'm not not interested. He's cute."

"Oh my God! You slept with him!" Gloria gasped. "That's why you were home so late! You were getting down and dirty with the neighbor!"

"I was not!" Joyce exclaimed. She wasn't a prude or a virgin by any means, but because of her upbringing, she wasn't able to be as free as her roommate. Her parents always taught her that nobody wants to eat a candy bar that everyone has already touched and licked, so she was more discreet about who had tasted her candy. "I was actually not, he was totally high on cocaine, drunk as a skunk, I didn't think it was right, you know?"

Gloria nodded, she had to agree. Sex with someone in that state sounded horrible, she knew from experience. 

"So when are you planning on sleeping with him?" She asked.

"I don't know if I'm gonna sleep with him! If it happens it happens, I don't have any plans."

After carefully tuning her bass and placing it back in its case, Joyce made her way across the hall to their door. She knocked, but there was no response. She tried again, once more nobody opened the door, in fact it was so silent, it didn't seem like anybody was home at all. 

She frowned and thought about going back to her flat, but she couldn't stop thinking about Ivan, something must've happened for him to break a promise. At least she hoped so, they barely knew each other, but from their brief interactions, she didn't take him for a guy who would make a promise only to break it the next day. 

Hours passed and she was still sitting in front of their door when the two brothers finally came, both looking like hell. 

"Fuck! Joyce, I'm so sorry I- How long have you been here?" Ivan yelped. 

"Ever since the time we scheduled for my audition."

"You told her she'd get an audition?" Neil hissed, angry that his brother went over his head.

"Yeah! I think she'll be good," he argued. "But it doesn't matter anymore, the fella we were negotiating our contract with was kicked off the label and so were we. Literally, we were thrown out of the building."

"I'm sorry it didn't work out," Joy frowned, almost losing the last bit of hope she had in her to make it in London. 

She was about to get back to her flat and watch as Gloria made fun of her for being so naive and trusting, but instead, Ivan took her hand to stop her. "Hey, since you're ready and you're here, why don't you audition anyway? We'll have to start over with the band, so it's like a fresh start."

"You still want me to?" She asked.

"Course, we still need a bass."

"Okay then."

Joyce followed the two brothers inside and set everything up. They did as well, preparing to play something and see how she would fit in with their sound. 

"Do you have any preference?" Ivan asked, getting his guitar. 

"Um... I'm sure you guys know U2?" 

"NO!" Neil shouted like a crazy person. "We're not playing U2!" 

"Shit, okay," she nearly jumped back. "Sorry, I didn't know you were not a fan. Maybe Queen then? Another One Bites The Dust?" 

"Brilliant," Ivan smiled, trying to make up for his brother's exaggerated reaction. "You wanna sing too?" 

"Yeah, of course," she stood in front of the mic.

Joyce started playing and they quickly followed. Even Neil had to admit she was good, she had good rhythm and she played the bass well, but the real surprise came when she opened her mouth to sing.

"Steve walks warily down the street with his brim pulled way down low. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, machine guns ready to go. Are you ready hey are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?"

Her voice was an explosion that filled the entire room, it was full and deep, raspy but without straining. Ivan gave Neil a wide-eyed look and Neil simply rolled his eyes, not ready to admit his little brother was right about something. He took pride in making the decisions for the band, even if most (if not all) of them turned out to be wrong.

"Jesus..." Ivan breathed once the song ended. "It's like you're the lovechild of Stevie Nicks and Janis Joplin! Are you kidding me right now?" 

"Thanks," Joy smiled shyly, looking away from him so she wouldn't blush. 

"Yeah, it was okay," Neil nodded with a sigh. "I mean, might not be the right fit for our band but-"

"Not the right fit? Neil are you going insane or you still drunk?" Ivan chuckled, still agape. "You dragged me all the way from Ireland, I believed your bullshit and now we're right back where we started. If you're serious about getting signed then you have to let Joy in! She's our best chance to make it big."

"Can you read sheet music, Joyce?" Neil asked. 

"Yeah, what do you have?" She asked, taking his notebook. 

"Can you sing this?" 

"The sun is shining on the sea today, you're living your life the easy way. You left behind, the world again. So be a tourist, hear the call-"

"Fine! Fine, you're in!" He grimaced, hating how great his song sounded in her voice. "But we'll be singing too, don't think you'll get all the solos just cause you can sing!" 

"I didn't expect to, thank you so much, you guys!" Joyce squealed, clapping with excitement. She couldn't believe it was actually true, she was sure they could be great, she believed that more than anyone, even Neil. 

To celebrate joining the band, Joy suggested going out for a drink, but none of the boys wanted anything to do with alcohol after the night before. Instead, they settled for some fish and chips, only... Ivan had other plans.

"Hey, Neil!" He hissed while the girl brought her bass back to her flat. "You gotta say you don't feel well or something, say you don't wanna go."

"What? Why?" Neil barked.

"Because I wanna go out with her."

"Have you thought about, I don't know, asking?"

"I am asking!" 

"Not me, you twat! Her!"

"Well I did, but I was way too high to remember, just please please stay home? C'mon, please!"

"Fine... not like I wanna spend time dicking around with you two. I have to write some more material to show to the labels."

"You're the best brother in the world!" Ivan shook Neil by the shoulders just as Joy came back. 

"Yeah yeah," he huffed. "Hey, so I'm a little under the weather, you know? Still kinda hungover, you two go."

"Maybe we should all stay and talk about the band?" Joyce asked, but Ivan was already halfway out the door. 

"Nah, he'll be fine. Neil is a real grumpy arsehole when he's hungover, it's dinner time anyway."

Gloria watched as they made their way down the stairs, and that stupid knowing grin on her face made Joy want to kill her. It's not like that was a date... right? Of course not. It was a friendly band hangout.

Ivan insisted he should pay as a welcome treat, even though he probably had way less money than her. He just couldn't be that type of guy who wouldn't pay on their first date. In his mind that was a date... right? Of course it was.

"We only need a drummer now," he murmured, covering his chips in vinegar. "Do you know anyone?"

"Not really, I haven't made any friends since I arrived."

"Why did you wanna leave the States?" He asked. "They have a pretty big music scene there. Why didn't you move to LA or something?"

"I always liked London, all my favorite musicians are from England... well, except Bono."

Ivan shook his head with a smile. As much as his brother resented their friend, he couldn't bring himself to feel the same way. The bastard was talented, it's not like he didn't deserve it. 

"We went to school together, back then when we still called him Paul."

"You're kidding!" Joyce grinned.

"No, I swear! I'd say ask Neil, but I wouldn't if I were you. I sorta auditioned for his band once, but it didn't work out."

"So you could be in U2 right now?" 

"I suppose, if things had been different... we only played together once, it wasn't really a thing."

"So you're happy with our band?" Joy leaned over the table without even realizing it. 

"Yeah! Even more now that you're here to shake things up."

She thought for a moment, not noticing when Ivan also leaned closer, their faces only inches apart. He was ready for a kiss, he thought that's what she wanted, but she simply laughed. Shit, she has such a cute laugh... he thought.

"This should be our name."

"What?"

"Shook Up! You're not the McCormick brothers anymore."

"Y-yeah! That's a pretty cool name," Ivan cleared his throat, embarrassed and hoping she didn't notice how eager he was. 

"So, will you kiss me now?" She asked with a smirk.

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