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Angry Ginge ❤️
Open to a lot more angry ginge fic/drabble suggestions as I am finished work for this month x
Can you do a dry humping smut ? X
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Dry h*mping
Warning: smut, dry h*mping
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You could feel Morgan’s hard cock through the material of his shorts as you grind on his lap. You just got home from your girls night out and were incredibly horny.
You got changed into something more comfy and him seeing you in your new red lacy thong that covered nothing, and one of his shirts got him going. Tracing your fingers up and down his chest as you bite your lip, you keep eye contact with him as you slowly remove your (his) shirt.
Morgans mouth finds yours as his fingers tangle through your hair. Moaning loudly into his mouth, he smirks as he begins to bounce you up and down on his thigh. His clothed thigh meeting your thong covered pussy, has your eyes rolling. The friction from his shorts and your thong on your throbbing, wet pussy causes you to hurrily remove his shirt
Harshly grinding down on his thigh, you feel your legs start to tremble but can't get yourself to your high. In an attempt to cum, Morgan leans back as his fingers dig into your waist. Watching as your breasts freely bounce getting him even harder. Deciding to finally let you cum, Morgan sneakily travels down to your pussy, and tugs your thong to the side.
Immediately, your wet pussy is met with the cold air and the rough bouncing of Morgans thighs, " God, you look so gorgeous, love," swiping his fingers across your swollen lips, he smirks when he sees your hips moving faster, "Yeah, gonna cum, love?
Your stomach tightens as a rush of liquid leaves your body, "Oh my goodddddddd," you manage to gasp out, you forcefully pull Morgans face into your naked chest in an attempt to ride out your orgasm. A soft sigh leaves your lips, and you open your eyes back up when you feel him smile on your chest.
Wedding suit
Warning: fluff, suggestive
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Morgan had just walked through the door after a long day of bov filming. You managed to steal a quick 15 minutes of alone time before he headed upstairs to stream. While he was chatting away to his Twitch chat, you slipped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the day, your mind drifting to him.
When you finally came out, exhausted but eager to see him, you headed to say good night. As you entered, you froze—your eyes immediately drawn to him, showing off his suit for the chat.
You stood just out of frame, watching him, unable to look away. His chat was going wild, laughing and drooling over his display.
Morgan suddenly caught sight of you—his eyes flicked to the doorway, then back to the screen with a smirk.
"Wow, you look fucking fit," you said, voice low and teasing, eyes lingering on him a little longer now.
"Thank you, love," he grinned, "chat thinks so too."
Your cheeks flushed as you kept your gaze on him. That suit, that grin—something about it was doing things to you. You felt your pulse quicken, your body warming with desire.
He set down his mic, rising to walk toward you, slow and deliberate, his gaze locking onto yours.
"Love… why are you all flustered?" he teased, his hand brushing softly against your arm, sending a shiver through you.
You giggled nervously, cheeks hot. "No reason," you whispered, voice trembling. "When are you coming to bed?"
Morgan chuckled softly, a teasing glint in his eye. "I’m not sure yet… why?" he murmured, stepping even closer, his hand sliding around your waist, pulling you in just a bit.
You could see the smirk curling on his lips, knowing exactly what that suit was doing to you, knowing how much you wanted him.
He leaned in, voice low and sexy. "We have to be quiet, though," he murmured, a mischievous sparkle in his eye. "Mums in the house."
Your eyes widened, a thrill running through you at the thought—knowing how badly you wanted him.
His lips brushed against your ear. "I’ll finish as soon as I can," he whispered, fingers tracing the curve of your waist, the promise hanging thick in the air.
Meanwhile, his chat was losing it—sending a flood of emotes and teasing comments. You could imagine the chat exploding, “Damn, Morgan’s got her all flustered,” and “That suit is lethal.”
Morgan’s lips pressed gently against your neck, his voice a husky whisper. "Be patient, love. I’ll make it worth your while... but we’ve got to be quiet."
Can you do a bob fancy dress party and the Mrs and the girls are going as playboy bunnies ? X
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Bov Boy fancy dress party
Warning: fluff, suggestive
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The house echoed with music, friends laughing and shouting over the beat, streamers and balloons adding to the chaotic, lively vibe.
Tonight was the BOV boy fancy dress party, and the energy was electric.
The boys were celebrating moving into their new creator house.
Morgan leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly as he watched y/n strut in.
Her black satin bunny suit shimmered under the party lights, hugging her curves perfectly.
Her silky brunette hair framed her mischievous face, and her confidence made his stomach tighten.
Inspo ❤️
Y/n was normally quite a shy and reserved girl. However with a bit of drink in her confidence was at its peak.
The moment she spotted him, her eyes sparkled.
She sauntered over, heels clicking softly, hips swaying just enough to make him swallow his pride.
“Well, well,” she said, her voice playful. “Look at you, Handsome. Did you miss me?”
Morgan raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool. “You look incredible,” he muttered, giving her a quick once-over.
His gaze lingered a little longer than necessary, appreciating how she owned her look.
Y/n winked, leaning in close so her lips almost brushed his ear.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
Her hand brushed lightly against his arm, fingers trailing down to rest on his bicep, giving him a gentle squeeze.
He smirked, feeling a flicker of pride—and a little possessiveness. His fingers brushed her waist, pulling her just a touch closer.
She grinned mischievously, then spun around with a teasing sway of her hips, heading toward the dance floor.
Her body moved freely, a picture of carefree confidence. She twirled, laughed, her arms raised as she lost herself in the music.
Her eyes kept flickering back to Morgan, full of teasing promise that made his pulse race.
He watched her dance, feeling lucky her wild, carefree spirit was part of what made her so irresistible.
She was all eyes for him, even in her wildest moments. He couldn’t help but stand a little taller, proud of her.
He approached her slowly, hands in his pockets, watching her dance with a soft smile.
“Oi,” he called out over the music, voice playful but filled with admiration. “You’re havin’ a good time, huh?”
Reader turned, grinning. “Best night ever,” she shouted back, cheeks flushed from dancing and drinks.
She threw a playful wink at him. “Come on, Morgan. Show me what you’ve got.”
She knew Morgan hated dancing but decided to shoot her shot anyways.
He smirked. “Nah, I’ll leave the dancin’ to you. But I love watchin’ you.
She giggled, stepping closer, her body brushing against his.
Her hand reached out, fingers tracing a gentle line along his arm, lingering a little longer than necessary.
He chuckled softly, reaching out to gently brush her waist, pulling her even closer.
His hand settled on the small of her back, fingertips pressing gently.
She leaned into him, her body relaxed, a confident smile on her lips.
The night wore on, y/n’s energy only growing more playful. She moved through the crowd, dancing with abandon, her body language open and inviting.
Her hand found Morgan’s, and she gave it a squeeze, her fingers lingering on his palm.
Finally, y/n’s energy was waring , and she leaned heavily into Morgan, her cheeks flushed, her steps unsteady from dance and drinks.
Without a word, she climbed onto his lap—her arms wrapping around his neck, her lips immediately finding his in a passionate, hungry snog.
Morgan’s eyes widened in surprise, but he responded instinctively, his hands settling on her hips, pulling her even closer as their mouths met in a fierce kiss.
Y/n’s fingers tangled in his hair, her body pressing firmly against him, her lips soft yet demanding.
Their breaths mingled, heat rising between them. She deepened the kiss, her body trembling with desire and exhaustion, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in him.
Morgan held her tightly, one hand slipping around her back, pulling her into him as they kissed fiercely.
His other hand cupped her cheek, cradling her as their lips moved in perfect rhythm. The tension, the passion—everything melted away in that sweet, fiery moment.
He chuckled softly, cupping her face to steady her. “Come on, love,” he said gently, “time to get you to bed.”
He slid his arms around her waist, pulling her close. His fingers brushed her back, feeling her warmth through her costume.
She giggled, leaning her head on his shoulder, her body melting into his. “You’re too sweet,” she murmured, her hand slipping into his.
He scooped her into his arms effortlessly, carrying her upstairs with a gentle smile.
Once in their room, he laid her down on the bed, pulling the covers over her. Sitting beside her, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, feeling her breathing slow and steady.
He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “You’re unbelievable” he whispered softly.
She sleepily reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently. “Love you, Morgan,” she whispered.
He kissed her temple again, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Love you, too.”
One kiss too many part 2
Warning: Smut, Swearing
Summary: Morgan is finished his stream and they can’t resist each other anymore
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Part 1
Morgan finally finishes up on his stream. He has never moved so quick as he makes his way to Jakeys room where the mrs is chilling with Ellie.
Mrs: Yay, your done
She jumps off the bed and into his arms as he picks her, her legs clinging to his waist.
Morgan leaves the room with her still wrapped around his waist
Ellie and Jakey : Good night lovebirds
As soon as they made their way to his bedroom Morgan shut the door behind them. They are already snogging each other faces off. She jumps down from his waist and her hands make their way to his joggers, as she pulls them down revealing his hard bulge through his boxers. He helps her out by removing his boxers and his cock springs free.
Morgan: “Fuck.”
She starts to stroke, her hand wrapping around him as she started to move up and down. She spits onto his length before she guides him into her mouth. She looks up at him and see him throw his head back as a moan escaped his mouth. She giggles.
Morgan: ‘Stand up right now’.
She slowly makes her way up now both facing each other. She presses her wet cunt against his dick and he kisses her whilst guiding her to the bed. She lies down on his bed as he removes her pyjama shorts and already soaked knickers. He places kisses up her legs as she moans from the tease. His tongue makes it way up to her clit as he sucks it while swirling his tongue at the same time. She grabs a fist full of his hair to ground herself as she slowly starts to grind up against him.
Mrs: ‘Please Morgan fuck me’ she moans.
He gets up and runs himself through her folds as he slowly presses into her. They both moan in sync. He cups one of her boobs and rubs his thumb over her hard nipple.
Morgan: ‘How did I get so lucky’ he smirked.
She wraps her legs around his back and makes her way on top.
Morgan: ‘Fuck look at you love’.
He grounds her down by holding her waist as she slowly starts riding him.
Mrs: “Fuuck Morgan”
He smirks knowing the effect he has on her.
She starts getting tired so Morgan gets on top.
Mrs: ‘Fuck Morgan i’m gonna cum’.
Morgan: ‘Go on then love i’ve got you’.
Morgan moves his hips in and out as fast as he can guiding her to her release. It’s not long after when Morgan finishes as they both let out a simultaneous moan. He collapses down on her using his forearm making sure he dosent crush her.
Mrs: ‘Shit Morg’
She smiles looking up at him. He smiles kissing her lips.
He lifts himself off her and they both tuck themselves in bed.
Morgan: ‘That was definitely worth the wait’.
She giggles agreeing and snuggles into him as he places gentle kiss on her forehead.
Can you do the mrs babysitting her baby niece for the weekend and Morgan falls in love with her again watching her be the best auntie ?
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Falling in love all over again
Warning: fluff, suggestive
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The BOV house wasn’t exactly known for being childproof.
There were footballs in the hallway and at least three empty energy drink cans that had somehow become permanent decorations.
So when you walked through the front door carrying your eighteen month old niece on your hip and a bag almost bigger than you were, every head turned.
“What have you brought home?” Morgan blinked.
“My niece,” you laughed. “My sister and her boyfriend are away for the weekend.”
Little Evie buried her face into your shoulder for approximately three seconds before spotting all the boys.
Then she waved.
“Aw…” Heinz smiled.
Jakey was already crouching down. “Hello, mate.”
Morgan folded his arms, trying to look cool.
“So… she’s tiny.”
You looked over with a grin.
“Cheers, Sherlock.”
⸻
Within an hour, you were on the kitchen floor helping Evie stack colourful blocks while Morgan leaned against the counter pretending he wasn’t watching.
Every time the little girl knocked the tower over, you gasped dramatically.
“No!”
Evie burst into uncontrollable giggles.
Morgan couldn’t help smiling.
“You’ve done that like twenty times.”
“And it’s funny every single time.”
“It really isn’t.”
You looked at Evie.
“Ignore Uncle Morgan.”
“I’m not her uncle.”
Evie pointed directly at Morgan.
“Morgy.”
The room went quiet.
Heinz snorted.
“Morgy.” Heinz mocked.
Morgan looked offended.
“I’m not being called Morgy.”
“Morgy” Evie repeated proudly.
You were laughing so hard you nearly fell over.
Morgan sighed dramatically.
“…Fine.”
⸻
Later that afternoon, you were making lunch while Morgan volunteered to keep Evie entertained.
Big mistake.
Five minutes later you heard…
“No, sweetheart, that’s pink.”
Silence.
“Do I really have to wear the tiara?”
Another silence.
“…Alright then.”
You walked into the living room.
Morgan was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
A bright pink plastic tiara sat on his head.
Around his neck was an absurd amount of fake pearl necklaces.
He wasn’t even complaining anymore.
He was fully committed.
“So…” Morgan said with complete seriousness.
“Am I princess enough now?”
Evie nodded enthusiastically before placing a glittery wand into his hand.
“Wand ?! .”
“Right, course I did.”
He waved it dramatically.
“I declare snack time!”
She clapped like he’d just solved world hunger.
The front door opened.
Heinz.
Jakey.
Chazza.
Tays.
All four froze.
Morgan looked over slowly, still wearing the tiara.
Nobody spoke.
Then Heinz quietly pulled out his phone.
“Oh no.”
“Morgan…” Jakey whispered.
“…you’re so gone.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’ve got butterfly clips in your hair.”
The boys burst out laughing.
Chazza nudged Heinz.
“He’s finished.”
Tays folded his arms.
“I’ve never seen someone so whipped.”
Morgan rolled his eyes.
“I’m entertaining a child.”
“No,” Heinz grinned.
“You’re letting a toddler turn you into Princess Morgan.”
Evie looked offended.
“No.”
Even Morgan couldn’t keep a straight face anymore.
⸻
A few hours later Bluey was playing in the background for what felt like the hundredth time.
Morgan was currently being forced to drink imaginary tea from a plastic teacup.
“It tastes… purple,” he nodded seriously.
Evie gasped dramatically.
“Oh, sorry.”
He took another pretend sip.
“Mmm… strawberry.”
She beamed proudly.
“Good tea.”
You watched from the kitchen doorway, trying not to laugh.
“You know that’s empty, right?”
Morgan looked at you like you’d just embarrassed him.
“Don’t ruin it.”
“Sorry.”
“We’re having a very important tea party.”
“I can see that.”
He pointed to the tiny plastic chair beside him.
“You’re actually late.”
You played along immediately.
“Oh no! Did I miss the invitations?”
Evie shoved another tiny teacup into your hands.
You both pretended to drink.
From the sofa, Heinz nudged Jakey.
“I’ve never seen Morgan willingly sit on a chair that small.”
“It’s because she’s watching.”
Morgan looked over.
“I heard that.”
“Good.”
⸻
A little while later, you were making pancakes while Evie waddled around the kitchen, carrying her favourite teddy.
Morgan followed behind like an overgrown bodyguard.
“Careful.”
“Mind the corner.”
“Morgan.”
You laughed.
“She’s walking, not defusing a bomb.”
“I know.”
He looked genuinely worried anyway.
“She’s just… little.”
Your heart softened.
“You’ve gone all protective.”
“I have not.”
“You definitely have.”
“I am simply… observing.”
Heinz walked in just in time to hear that.
“You’ve observed her for forty-five minutes.”
“I’m keeping an eye on her.”
“You looked more stressed when she climbed onto the sofa than you did during that charity football match.”
Morgan ignored him.
⸻
After pancakes, Evie wanted cuddles.
Only one person would do.
She toddled over with her arms stretched towards you.
“Mama.”
You and Morgan froze.
Every single boy in the room froze.
Evie’s little face scrunched up.
“Mama.”
She reached for you again.
You picked her up immediately.
“Oh, sweetheart…”
You kissed the top of her head.
“I’m Auntie.”
She looked at you with complete confusion.
“Mama.”
You smiled sadly.
“I know what you mean.”
Morgan’s chest did something funny.
He couldn’t explain it.
Seeing you instinctively comfort her…
Hearing the softness in your voice…
The way you swayed her gently without even thinking…
He was completely gone.
Heinz slowly looked towards Morgan.
Then burst into laughter.
“Oh, mate.”
Morgan blinked.
“What?”
“You’ve got the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.”
“I haven’t.”
“You actually have.”
“I do not.”
“You look like you’ve just won the lottery.”
Morgan opened his mouth to argue—
“Daddy.”
Silence.
Every head turned.
Evie had twisted around in your arms.
She was pointing directly at Morgan.
“Daddy.”
The room stopped.
Morgan looked behind himself.
“…Who’s she talking to?”
Jakey started wheezing.
“There is literally no one else there.”
Morgan’s ears turned bright red.
“No, no, she’s confused.”
“Daddy!”
She held both her little arms out towards him.
Your lips disappeared into your mouth as you desperately tried not to laugh.
Morgan looked at you with wide eyes.
“Help.”
“You wanted to keep an eye on her.”
“Not like this.”
“Daddy!”
He cautiously stepped forward.
“You… want me?”
She nodded enthusiastically.
He took her from your arms, completely clueless.
She immediately snuggled into his shoulder with the happiest little sigh.
Heinz doubled over.
“I can’t breathe.”
Jakey had actual tears running down his face.
“Tays, tell me you got that.”
“Oh, I got all of it.”
Chazza pointed at Morgan.
“Look at him.”
Morgan wasn’t even listening anymore.
He was gently rubbing little circles on Evie’s back.
Completely instinctively without even realising.
Heinz noticed first.
“Oh…”
The laughter faded.
Jakey smiled.
“…He’s actually good at this.”
Morgan looked down at the sleepy toddler resting against him.
“So… what do I do now?”
“You just keep doing exactly that,” you smiled.
He looked at you.
Then back at Evie.
“I think she’s falling asleep.”
“She is.”
“But… she picked me.”
“She did.”
His grin was impossibly soft.
“I’ve been chosen.”
“You’ve been chosen.”
He couldn’t stop smiling.
“Don’t make this weird.”
“Oh, we’re absolutely making it weird,” Heinz laughed.
⸻
Later on he just stood in the doorway watching.
You looked so peaceful.
So patient.
So gentle.
Earlier you’d spent twenty minutes convincing Evie vegetables were dinosaur food.
You’d sung nursery rhymes without caring who heard.
You’d kissed every tiny bump after she’d tripped.
You’d celebrated every badly stacked block like she’d won the Champions League.
Morgan couldn’t stop staring.
You eventually looked up.
“What?”
“Hm?”
“You’re looking at me funny.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m appreciating the view.”
You rolled your eyes.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“No…”
He smiled softly.
“I think you are.”
You felt your cheeks warm.
“Morgan.”
“I’m serious.”
Morgan looked at her.
Then at you.
Then back again.
“I think…”
He hesitated.
“I’ve just fallen in love with you all over again.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Again?”
“I mean…”
He scratched the back of his neck.
“I already loved you.”
You smirked.
“Good save.”
“I’m trying to be vulnerable here.”
“Very brave of you.”
He laughed.
———
Evie was now asleep upstairs.
Morgan was chilling on his phone in his streaming room.
You sat on his lap, laughing quietly.
“I can’t believe she called us that.”
He covered his face.
“I’m never living this down.”
“No.”
“You found it funny.”
“I found your reaction funny.”
“I genuinely forgot how to speak.”
“I noticed.”
You smirked
“You know daddy has a nice ring to it”
He turned his head towards you grinning.
“Careful or i’ll knock you up right here, right now”
“You know…”
“What?”
“I didn’t hate it.”
Your smile faded into something softer.
“No?”
He shook his head.
“Scared the life out of me.”
“I’d imagine.”
“But…”
He reached across, intertwining your fingers with his.
“If I’m honest…”
He smiled shyly.
“I could actually picture it.”
You looked at him.
“Picture what?”
He rubbed his thumb across your hand.
“A few years from now.”
You stayed quiet.
“You…”
He nodded towards the house.
“Me.”
Another pause.
“And a little one running around calling us Mum and Dad.”
Your heart completely melted.
“You’ve thought about this before.”
“A couple of times.”
“A couple?”
He laughed.
“Maybe… more than a couple.”
“Me too don’t worry”
You smiled, squeezing his hand.
“You’d be a really good dad, you know.”
He looked genuinely surprised.
“You think?”
“I know.”
“Even after the tiara?”
“Especially after the tiara.”
He laughed loudly.
“You’re never letting that go either?”
“Never.”
You leaned over and kissed him.
“You know what my favourite part was?”
“What?”
“The second she wanted comfort…”
You smiled.
“…she reached for you without even thinking.”
His smile was so full of love it almost hurt.
From downstairs came Heinz’s voice.
“OI, DADDY!”
Morgan groaned loudly.
“I’m moving out.”
“You’d miss us!”
“I absolutely wouldn’t.”
“You’d miss us after one day.”
Morgan looked at you.
“…Maybe after two.”
You laughed so hard you nearly fell off his lap
“Told you,” Heinz said quietly.
Jakey smiled.
“Our lad doesn’t just love her anymore.”
“He’s already dreaming about being a family.”
Can you do the the mrs joining the boys watching the England game and ginge gets a bit horny cause he’s drunk and he goes and sits by her putting the blanket over them and playing with her whilst the boys are around ?
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England v Mexico secrets
Warning: smut, public f*ngering
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Morgan had been absolutely locked into the England game.
Or at least he had been for the first twenty minutes.
The cinema room was chaos.
Cal was yelling at the ref every thirty seconds.
Morgan sat slouched in the middle of the sofa, beer in hand, already a couple of drinks deep, passionately explaining why everyone else knew “absolutely nothing about football.”
“I swear,” he huffed, pointing at the screen, “I’d have buried that.”
Tommy snorted.
“Ginge, you’d pull your hamstring walking onto the pitch.”
“Shut up.”
The room burst into laughter.
Just then, the front door clicked open.
“Hello?”
Your voice carried through the hallway.
Morgan’s head whipped round so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.
“There she is!”
You wandered into the room wearing one of Morgan’s oversized hoodies and pyjama shorts, carrying a bowl of popcorn.
Morgan was already patting the tiny gap beside him.
“Come here.”
“There isn’t room.”
“There is.”
You laughed before squeezing onto the sofa anyway.
Morgan immediately shifted closer until your legs were touching.
He grabbed the fluffy blanket draped over the arm of the sofa and threw it over both of your laps.
You smiled.
“Cold?”
“No.”
“Then why—”
“‘Cause it’s comfy.”
Tays raised an eyebrow.
“It’s July.”
“It’s… emotionally comfy.”
The room erupted in laughter.
“You are unbelievable,” Tays laughed.
Morgan simply shrugged before casually tracing the smooth skin of your thigh.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as he teased the spot with gentle kisses.
“Morgan, not here, not now you’re drunk.
They could hear us," she breathed.
A slow smirk played on his lips.
“Shh love, just be quiet,” he whispered back.
He begins moving his hand up your thigh, but before he can reach you, you slap his hand and point at the group of people around you.
“Relax, I’ll be fast.”
His fingers moved to your clit, gently teasing the soft fabric covering it.
You shake your head.
Your eyes are still fixated on the match, not paying attention whatsoever.
He hits the spot that you like best, not moving but just changing his movement.
You gasp decently loud in his ear before biting into his shoulder to suppress the noise.
“Mate, turn it up,” he says to his friends, hoping it’d get loud enough for you to at least make a little noise.
You giggle quietly, your giggle soon replaced with a quiet moan as you get closer, biting down on your lip to suppress the desperate moans.
Throughout the whole time, Morgan was watching the TV as if he wasn’t doing anything but gave you a smug grin as he felt your walls clench around him.
He continues before pulling his hands out and giving you a kiss on your cheek.
He looks directly in your eyes with a grin knowing the effect he has on you.
“That’s it good girl”
Then he turns back to the screen joining in the boys' argument about the refs decisions.
Ginge takes his mrs to an awards show
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The Brit Awards
Warning: fluff, suggestive
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Morgan had done some amazing things so far in life.
Sold-out charity matches.
Packed football grounds.
Streams with hundreds of thousands watching.
Yet somehow…
Standing in a five-star hotel suite, adjusting the cuffs on his tux while waiting for you to finish getting ready he’d never been more nervous.
“You nearly done?” he called towards the bedroom.
“No peeking!”
“I wasn’t!”
“Liar.”
“I was only gonna have a quick look!”
“You’ll see me in two minutes.”
Morgan dramatically sighed.
“This is torture.”
A laugh floated through the room.
“You’ll survive.”
“Barely.”
He checked his watch for the fifteenth time before hearing the bedroom door click open.
“I think I’m rea—”
The words died in his throat.
You stood in the doorway in a floor-length gown that hugged you perfectly before flowing to the floor. Elegant. Timeless. Just enough sparkle that it caught the light every time you moved.
Your hair framed your face perfectly.
Simple jewellery.
Natural makeup.
You looked unreal.
Morgan genuinely forgot how to breathe.
“…Bloodeh hell.”
You smiled nervously.
“Is that good or bad?”
He blinked.
“Come here.”
You walked over slowly, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“You hate it?”
“Hate it?”
He laughed in disbelief before gently taking both of your hands.
“I physically cannot think.”
You giggled.
“Morgan…”
“I’m serious.”
His eyes travelled over you again before settling back on yours.
“You look…”
He shook his head.
“No, words aren’t doing this justice.”
You smiled, cheeks warming.
“You scrub up alright yourself.”
“Don’t start.”
“I’m serious.”
You reached up, straightening his bow tie.
“You look very handsome.”
His hands naturally found your waist.
“You can’t just stand there looking like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like…”
He gestured at you.
“…that.”
You laughed.
“Very descriptive.”
“I’m trying!”
He leaned his forehead against yours.
“You’ve broken my brain.”
You smiled softly.
“I was nervous.”
“Nervous?”
“What if I looked too much?”
Morgan looked offended.
“Too much?”
“I don’t know…”
He pulled back enough to look you in the eye.
“Do you know what everyone at The BRITs is about to think?”
“What?”
“‘Who’s that stunning girl hanging off Angry Ginge?’”
You burst out laughing.
“No!”
“Yes.”
“They’ll think I’m your stylist.”
“They’ll think I’ve somehow won the lottery.”
You poked his chest.
“You are dramatic.”
“I’m accurate.”
He stole a quick kiss.
Then another.
Then another.
“Morgan.”
“Hm?”
“We’re going to ruin my lipstick.”
“Worth it.”
⸻
The red carpet was chaos.
Photographers shouted from every direction.
“Morgan!”
“This way!”
“Over here!”
“Together!”
Flash after flash lit up the entrance.
Morgan instinctively reached for your hand.
Not because anyone told him to.
Just because he always did.
His thumb absentmindedly rubbed across your knuckles as you smiled for photos.
“You alright?” he quietly asked.
You nodded.
“You?”
“I’m just trying not to stare at you.”
“You’ve been doing that all evening.”
“I know.”
“And?”
“I’ve no plans of stopping.”
You rolled your eyes fondly.
“You flirt.”
“Guilty.”
As ye moved further along the carpet, another photographer called,
“Can we get one of you looking at each other?”
Morgan turned towards you.
Big mistake.
Because now he was seeing you smile.
The dress.
The confidence.
Everything.
He quietly muttered,
“For God’s sake.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“You keep getting prettier.”
You laughed so suddenly the photographers caught it.
“Candid!”
“Perfect!”
Morgan grinned.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“My favourite smile.”
⸻
Inside the venue, the nerves faded.
Awards shows were surprisingly relaxed once everyone was seated.
You tucked yourself against his side while the opening performances played.
Morgan rested one arm across the back of your chair, fingers lazily tracing circles on your shoulder.
Neither of you really noticed you did things like that anymore.
If ye were together…
Ye were touching.
Always.
Hands.
Knees.
Shoulders.
Waist.
Something.
Ye absentmindedly intertwined your fingers under the table.
Morgan squeezed gently.
“You excited?”
“You are literally presenting.”
“I know.”
“You nervous?”
“A bit.”
“You’ll smash it.”
He smiled.
“I’ve got you here.”
“Aww.”
“Don’t.”
“I’m allowed one.”
“One.”
You leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“For luck.”
“I suddenly need more luck.”
You laughed.
“I bet you do.”
⸻
A stage manager appeared.
“Morgan? You’re up in two.”
He stood, smoothing down his jacket.
You reached for his hand before he walked away.
“You’ve got this.”
He squeezed your fngers.
“If I forget what I’m saying…”
“I’ll pretend it was meant to happen.”
“If I trip?”
“I’ll laugh.”
“I knew you loved me.”
“I do.”
He smiled.
“Love you too.”
Then, unable to help himself, he leaned down and kissed you one last time.
“That’s enough,” she laughed, gently pushing him away. “Go present your award.”
⸻
“And now…”
Morgan stood beneath the bright stage lights.
“…it’s time for International Song of the Year.”
The audience applauded.
He settled into his speech with his usual relaxed humour, earning a few laughs before opening the envelope.
“And the BRIT Award goes to…”
He smiled.
“…Congratulations!”
The crowd erupted.
As the winners came onstage, Morgan stepped back, applauding with everyone else.
Out of habit, he glanced into the audience.
Straight towards you.
You was already looking at him.
Smiling proudly.
He pointed subtly towards you before giving a tiny wink.
You covered her face, laughing.
But when applause filled the arena, his eyes flicked to your table.
When he came back, adrenaline buzzing off him, he leaned close.
"Was that alright? They totally beeped my London Comment, didn't they?"
"You smashed it. Oh they totally did" you responded with a laugh.
"Actually?"
"Yes."
“You know…”
“What?”
“I’ve won some cool things.”
“Mhm?”
“But getting to bring you here…”
His thumb brushed across your cheek.
“…that’s my favourite part of tonight.”
You smiled.
“You softie.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“You promise?”
You pretended to think.
“Hmm…”
He narrowed his eyes.
You grinned.
“Depends on how you treat me when we get back to the hotel”
Morgan smirked.
“There she is.”
“My true colours?”
“Exactly.”
———
The BRITs after-party was everything you’d expect.
Music echoed through the venue.
People drifted between conversations with champagne glasses in hand.
Artists, actors, athletes and creators all mixed together, laughing, dancing and celebrating the night.
Morgan and you spent the first hour chatting to people he’d met through football, YouTube and the event itself.
Every few minutes someone would stop him.
“‘London’s a shithole’…”
They’d laugh.
“Mate… I can’t believe you actually said that.”
Morgan would simply grin.
“I said what everyone else was thinking.”
You hid behind your drink every time
“I’m pretending I don’t know him.”
“You absolutely do.”
“Unfortunately.”
He slipped an arm around your waist
“I think he’s hilarious.”
“I know you do.”
“I think you’re encouraging me.”
“I definitely am.”
⸻
Later, once the music got louder, Morgan dragged you onto the dance floor.
“I don’t dance.”
“Neither do I.”
“So why are we here?”
He shrugged.
“Vibes.”
You laughed.
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only answer.”
He gently took both your hands, pulling you towards him.
You didn’t really dance.
More swayed.
Laughed.
Pulled faces at each other.
You rested your head against his shoulder as he absentmindedly rubbed circles across the small of your back.
“I’ve had fun tonight.”
“So have I.”
“You smashed presenting.”
“I survived.”
“You smashed it.”
“You looked ridiculously fit.”
You looked up.
“Ridiculously?”
“Mhm.”
“Still?”
“I’ve been staring all night.”
“I noticed.”
“I wasn’t exactly subtle.”
You smiled.
“I quite liked it.”
He leaned down just enough for his forehead to touch yours despite the music booming around ye.
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I’m ready to leave.”
“So soon?”
“I’ve spoken to everyone.”
“So have I.”
“I’ve embarrassed myself on national television.”
You giggled.
“You definitely did.”
“I’ve danced.”
“Barely.”
“I’ve eaten tiny expensive food.”
“You stole three mini brownies.”
“They were free.”
You laughed again.
“So…”
He gently squeezed your hand.
“…can I take my gorgeous girlfriend back to the hotel now?”
You bit back a smile.
“Couldn’t wait to ask that, could you?”
“I’ve been thinking about it since you walked out in that dress.”
“Oh really?”
“Mhm.”
“I thought you were just excited for the awards.”
“I was.”
He smirked.
“Then you came downstairs.”
You nudged him with your shoulder, cheeks warming.
“You flirt.”
“Only with you.”
He intertwined your fingers.
“I’ve shared you with everyone all evening.”
He lifted your hand and kissed the back of it.
“I want you all to myself now.”
Your heart melted.
You looked around the buzzing room one last time before smiling up at him.
“Let’s go home.”
He grinned instantly.
“Best thing you’ve said all night.”
Keeping one hand firmly intertwined with yours and the other resting on the small of your back, he guided you through the crowd.
The flashing lights, music and celebrity chatter faded behind them as they slipped out into the cool London night.
As soon as the hotel room door clicked shut behind you, Morgan let out a long sigh of relief.
“There she is.”
You laughed.
“Who’s that?”
“My girl.”
He closed the distance between ye, immediately wrapping both arms around your waist like he’d been waiting all evening to do exactly that.
“No cameras.”
“No interviews.”
“No awards.”
He smiled down at you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“…Just us.”
“And that’s my favourite part of tonight too.”
Can you do a fic - the mrs gets a Victoria secret photoshoot and she takes ginge with her and he’s obsessed and can’t stop staring at her ?
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Victoria Secret Photoshoot
Warning: fluff
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Morgan had expected a lot of things when you casually said, “I’ve got a photoshoot tomorrow… d’you wanna come?”
He had not expected to pull up outside a Victoria’s Secret studio. He glanced at the building, then back at you.
“Hang on.”
You tried to keep a straight face.
“What?”
“You conveniently forgot the part where you’re modelling for… this.”
You bit your lip, already smiling.
“I thought it’d be funnier if I didn’t tell you.”
He let out a dramatic sigh.
“Brilliant.”
Despite the banter, he noticed something. You’d gone quiet. Far quieter than usual.
Normally you’d be singing terribly to whatever came on the radio just to wind him up.
Today you hadn’t said more than three words.
He glanced over.
Your fingers were picking at the sleeve of his hoodie, your knee bouncing nervously.
“You alright?”
“Yeah.”
“Liar.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’ve done the ‘I’m fine’ voice.”
You looked out the window.
“It’s nothing.”
“It isn’t.”
You sighed quietly.
“I’m just really nervous.”
Morgan’s teasing expression disappeared immediately.
“Nervous?”
You nodded.
“I know it sounds silly.”
“It doesn’t.”
“I’m going to be surrounded by actual Victoria’s Secret models.”
You laughed nervously.
“What if I don’t know what I’m doing?”
“What if they regret booking me?”
Morgan didn’t answer. Instead he looked at you and you looked at him.
“Come here.”
Before you could argue, he’d reached across, gently taking your hand before pulling you towards him until you were tucked against his chest.
One arm wrapped around your shoulders while his other hand rubbed slow circles across your back.
Neither of you spoke for a few moments. He just held you.
“You know what I see?”
“What?”
“The hardest-working person I know.”
You smiled weakly into his hoodie.
“I’m serious.”
“You’ve worked your arse off.”
“You deserve to be here.”
Your voice was barely above a whisper.
“But what if I’m not good enough?”
Morgan leaned back just enough to look into your eyes.
“Love, they didn’t accidentally book you.”
You blinked.
“They saw hundreds of girls.”
“They chose you.”
“They already know you’re good enough.”
“The only person who hasn’t caught up yet…”
He gently tapped the end of your nose.
“…is you.”
A tiny laugh escaped you.
“You always know what to say.”
He smiled.
“Nah, I just tell the truth.”
You looked at him for a second before quietly admitting,
“I’m scared.”
His thumb brushed over your knuckles.
“Then borrow some of my confidence.”
You frowned.
“What?”
“I’ve got enough for both of us.”
You couldn’t help smiling.
“There she is.”
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.
“You walk in there and you show them exactly why they picked you.”
You nodded.
“Okay.”
“You believe me?”
“I believe you.”
“Good.”
He kissed your forehead.
“Now go make them wonder how they got so lucky.”
—
The second you stepped into the studio, Morgan realised he might actually be the nervous one now.
Hair stylists.
Make-up artists.
Photographers.
Huge lights.
Angel wings waiting in the corner.
He whistled quietly.
“This is mental.”
You squeezed his hand.
“I wanna go home.”
He looked down at your intertwined fingers.
“No, you don’t.”
“No I just wanna hide in your hoodie for five minutes.”
He laughed.
“You can do that afterwards.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
—
As you sat in the makeup chair, Morgan stayed nearby, chatting with one of the assistants.
Every now and then he’d glance over.
Then glance again.
Then keep looking.
You caught him in the mirror.
“Morgan.”
“Hm?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Looking at me like I’ve hung the moon.”
He shrugged.
“Can’t help it.”
“You are actually embarrassing.”
“Only because you’re fit.”
Your cheeks immediately warmed.
“Stop flirting.”
“I’m not flirting.”
“You absolutely are.”
“No.”
He grinned.
“I’m flirting when I tell you I’d cancel football to spend the day with you.”
You gasped dramatically.
“That’s how I know you’re lying.”
He laughed.
“Alright maybe not football.”
One of the makeup artists burst out laughing.
“You two are ridiculous.”
Morgan looked completely unapologetic.
—
The photographer finally called your name.
“You ready?”
You looked over at Morgan.
He could still see the nerves behind your smile.
Without saying anything, he simply held his fist out.
You bumped it.
“You’ve got this.”
“I don’t feel like I do.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I’ll believe enough for both of us.”
You smiled and then walked onto the set.
—
The change was almost instant.
The shy girl who hid in his hoodies every morning disappeared.
In her place stood someone completely different.
Elegant.
Confident.
Graceful.
Every pose looked effortless.
Every movement felt natural.
Every smile reached her eyes.
Click, Click, Click
“Beautiful!”
“Perfect!”
“Hold that!”
Morgan stood against the wall with his arms folded.
He genuinely forgot other people existed.
One of the assistants laughed.
“First time watching her work?”
He nodded.
“I knew she was good, I just didn’t know she was that good.”
The assistant smiled knowingly.
“You look proud.”
Morgan couldn’t hide his grin.
“I am… So proud.”
—
The first set finished.
The photographer lowered his camera.
“That was incredible.”
“You’ve got such a natural presence.”
The whole crew applauded.
Morgan looked across the studio.
Less than an hour ago, you’d been convinced you didn’t belong.
Now an entire room of professionals was praising you.
You looked over at him.
He simply mouthed,
“Told you.”
Your shoulders relaxed and you smiled back.
“Thanks.”
He winked.
Every single word he’d said in the car he’d meant it.
—
Between outfits, you hurried over wearing an oversized robe.
“How am I doing?”
Morgan blinked.
“You’re asking me?”
“Yeah.”
“You look…”
He searched for the right word.
“You know when football commentators say ‘world class’?”
You groaned.
“Morgan…”
“No, seriously, you’re unbelievable.”
You looked down shyly.
“Stop.”
“I’m not talking juts about how you look.”
You looked back up.
“I’m talking about you.”
“The way you walked in here terrified and now you’ve got everyone wrapped around your finger.”
“I’ve never been prouder.”
You immediately buried your face against his chest.
“You’re making me blush.”
He wrapped both arms around you.
“Good.”
—
The next set involved the famous angel wings.
Morgan genuinely forgot how to breathe.
Not because of the wings.
Not because of the outfit.
Because he knew how hard you’d fought your own doubts just to stand there.
You caught him staring.
Again.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’ve been looking at me for ages.”
“I’m allowed.”
“Morgan…”
“What?”
“You’ve got the biggest smile.”
“I know.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“For everyone else maybe.”
—
The photographer suddenly pointed towards him.
“You.”
Morgan looked around.
“Me?”
“Come here.”
He frowned.
“…Why?”
“I want her looking at someone she loves.”
The entire studio turned to look at both of you.
Your face instantly turned bright red.
“Morgan…”
He wandered over and the photographer positioned him behind the camera.
“Just talk to her.”
Morgan smirked.
“So fancy a Nando’s after this?”
You burst into laughter.
The photographer immediately started shooting.
“YES!”
“There it is!”
“Perfect!”
Morgan frowned.
“I literally just asked about Nando’s ”
The photographer laughed.
“Whatever you did keep doing it”
—
By lunchtime, everyone had worked out exactly how hopelessly in love Morgan was.
“He hasn’t looked away from her once.”
“He smiles every time she smiles.”
Morgan didn’t even try denying it.
—
Of course… the boys found out.
Later that evening, he posted one innocent behind-the-scenes picture of you mid getting ready
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heinzbaines Mate she’s not gonna disappear if you blink
jakeydavies Proper whipped
angryginge13 jealous
user 1 HEAD GONE
user 2 I want a relationship like this
user 3 biggest simp in England
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Later that evening, Morgan had been live for about an hour when the streaming door creaked open.
You peeked your head around it, still wearing one of his oversized hoodie, your makeup long washed off and your hair tied into a messy bun.
“Can I steal my husband for five minutes?”
Morgan looked over.
“You already stole my hoodie.”
“Our hoodie.”
“My hoodie.”
“Our hoodie.”
Chat immediately exploded.
MRS!
SHE’S HERE!
W STREAM.
Morgan laughed.
“Come here then.”
You wandered over, naturally slipping your hand into his before leaning against the back of his chair.
“I don’t wanna interrupt.”
“You never interrupt.”
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
“You improve the stream.”
Your cheeks instantly warmed.
Chat was flying by.
AWWWW.
HE’S SO WHIPPED.
LOOK AT THE WAY HE’S LOOKING AT HER.
BRO HASN’T BLINKED.
You laughed.
“They’re taking the piss out of you again.”
“They do that every day.”
“You’ve got that look again.”
“What look?”
“The one where you’re staring.”
“I’m literally just looking at my wife.”
“You’ve been looking for five minutes.”
“I’m allowed.”
Chat absolutely lost it.
HEAD’S GONE.
HE ADMITTED IT.
As Morgan scrolled through the messages, one comment caught his eye.
Tell her she absolutely smashed that photoshoot today.
Then another
She should be so proud of herself.
She carried herself so confidently.
Within seconds, hundreds more followed.
YOU WERE GORGEOUS.
YOU ABSOLUTELY OWNED IT.
YOU WERE MADE FOR THAT.
You smiled shyly before quietly mumbling,
“They’re just being nice.”
Morgan turned his chair slightly towards you.
“No, they’re telling the truth.”
You looked down at your feet.
He reached over, automatically taking your hand and tracing his thumb across your knuckles.
Then he looked back into the camera.
“Can I say something?”
Chat slowed almost instantly.
“You all saw the pictures today.”
“You saw how confident she looked.”
“What you didn’t see was the girl sat in the car this morning convinced she wasn’t good enough.”
You immediately shook your head.
“Morgan…”
He smiled softly.
“No I’m saying it.”
“She genuinely thought they’d made a mistake booking her.”
Chat filled with messages.
NO CHANCE.
WE COULD SEE HOW HARD SHE WORKED.
Morgan nodded.
“Exactly.”
“And that’s why I’m so proud.”
“Not because she looked beautiful although she obviously did.”
He smiled over at you.
“But because she was terrified…and she did it anyway.”
“That’s courage.”
He squeezed your hand.
“She works harder than anyone I know.”
“When nobody’s watching.”
“She stresses over every little detail.”
“She always wants to be better.”
“And today…”
He smiled proudly.
“…everyone got to see what I get to see every day.”
Your eyes had started watering.
“Morgan…”
He ignored you with a grin.
“No.”
“You’ve got to sit there and take the compliments.”
“I don’t like compliments.”
“I know, that’s why I’m doing this.”
Chat had completely melted.
STOP I’M GONNA CRY.
THIS IS SO WHOLESOME.
HE ADORES HER.
SHE DESERVES TO HEAR THIS.
Morgan read one comment aloud.
‘You’re the luckiest man alive.’
He smiled.
“No genuinely…I know.”
“I’ve known it since the day she walked into my life.”
You couldn’t stop smiling now.
“You are actually unbelievable.”
“I’ve been told.”
You leaned down, wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your chin on the top of his head.
“Thank you.”
He tilted his head back just enough to look up at you.
“For what?”
“For making me believe in myself…until I finally started believing it too.”
For once, Morgan didn’t make a joke.
He simply reached up, kissed your forehead, and smiled.
“Always.”
Chat moved so quickly neither of you could read it anymore.
The screen was flooded with hearts.
WE LOVE YOU BOTH.
PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS.
SHE SMASHED IT.
MORGAN’S SPEECH DESERVES AN AWARD.
Morgan glanced back at the camera with a smug grin.
“So…”
He wrapped an arm around your waist.
“Anyone else wanna call me whipped?”
Chat instantly answered.
YES.
ABSOLUTELY.
THE BIGGEST SIMP IN THE COUNTRY.
Morgan laughed.
“Fair enough.”
He looked up at you one last time before shaking his head.
“Worth it.”
could you maybe do one with ginge doing the tiktok trend asking his mrs “bitch what’s for dinner?” if not no worry’s!
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