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She/Her/Hers SWAT AND CRIMINAL MINDS OBSESSED ✨

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Swat Masterlist

Dominique Luca

"The New Girl"

"Coming Home to You"

"Coming Home To You" Part Two

"You're More Than Enough"

"Please Talk To Me"

"How He Treats You on Your Period"

"You Don't Need To Cover Up The Bruises/Hickeys"

"You Find Out You're Pregnant After Years Of Trying"

“In Good Hands”

“Starving for you”

Pulse Check

Jim Street

"Grease & Sparks"

"Grease & Sparks" pt.2

“The Camping Trip”

Deacon Kay

Cover Story

Age gap

[morgansmrs]

Pretty in pink 💕

[probablyboredx]

says he's not whipped, anyways, here's a compilation of the opposite

(angry ginge x reader)

masterlist

The tiktok opens with Wii music and purposefully awful editing, or at least you hope it was on purpose. The top comment being "Ginge is like a single dad of 4 who looks at her like she fixed everything wrong with his life."

The first clip opened with one of the sidemen charity match practice streams. Morgan jogs across the pitch while you stand beside cameraman Chazz. One of the American guys, you weren't sure who, yells, “GINGE YOUR GIRL IS WATCHING.”

Immediately he starts showing off. Running harder. Calling for the ball more. Acting like he’s prime Ronaldo (if he was ginger and streamed for a living). You happily watch him, acting like the part of a WAG, and appreciating how your boyfriend looked while playing football.

Then, he absolutely eats shit. Straight onto the grass. Chazz zooms the camera in aggressively while everyone loses their minds. You laugh so hard you can barely breathe, almost falling yourself.

Morgan points at you from the ground. “You’re supposed to support me!”

“You looked like a dying gazelle!”

“Get off the pitch.”

It was a late one, almost 4am and Morgan was still streaming. He was also quite grumpy because he'd lost three games in a row, his controller slammed onto the desk.

“Absolute joke, this game is shit.”

You quietly enter frame holding a can of, in Morgans words "canal water", but everyone knew it was Pepsi.

His entire expression changes instantly.

Like genuinely instantly.

“Cheers, sweetheart.”

The chat noticed immediately, of course, flying a bit quicker for a minute.

You kiss the top of his head. “You’ll win the next one.”

“I know,” he says confidently.

He loses again thirty seconds later. You hadn't even left the room yet.

Morgan’s in the middle of raging at 'Trees hate you' when you enter his streaming room in the Bov house. "THIS GAME IS DOGSHIT.”

There were almost 10 thousand people watching him lose his mind live, then your voice floats in from off camera.

“Babe.”

“No.”

“I didn’t even ask anything yet.”

“You’re about to.”

You walk into frame holding one singular  chicken ball.

Morgan pauses mid-rant. “…is that for me?”

“No, I was just showing chat my food.” You say sarcastically 

“Don’t start.”

You hold the chicken ball just out of reach. “What do I get in return?”

Morgan stares at you like this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. “…a kiss?”

“Pathetic. You think you can trade a kiss for my food?"

“Please?”

The entire stream loses its mind.

He gets the chicken ball and the kiss, then immediately points at the camera.

“None of you speak to me ever again. You're all banned for making me play that.”

The clip starts with typical Winton Yanited content. They’re in the middle of training and Morgan is in full manager mode.

“PASS THE BALL.”

“THAT WAS A PASS.”

“TO WHO? THE GRASS?”

You’re standing near the sidelines in one of his Nike zip-up hoodies, trying not to laugh while the cameramen record everything.

Cal zooms in on you with the camera. “Thoughts on the gaffer?”

You glance toward Morgan, who’s currently yelling warmups for the team.

“He’s very...passionate.”

The video cuts to a clip in the same video of the ball heading towards you, but before it even reaches you, Morgan appears out of nowhere. Literally out of nowhere. Like he teleported.

He catches the ball, and throws it back to the lads. 

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE HITTING IT.”

Everyone goes silent for two seconds.

Then, “OHHHHHH.” 

“Protective arc.”

“Gaffers angry.”

Morgan points aggressively at the pitch and says nothing.

You’re trying so hard not to laugh. “I was literally fine, babe”

“Yeah but you could’ve not been.”

One of the boys starts fake cooing. “Awwww.”

Morgan whips around instantly. “SHUT UP.”

The editor of the compilation zooms in on your face because you’re visibly trying not to smile.

Then later in the video, while Morgan’s giving some intense speech about teamwork or whatever, you quietly walk over holding out a drink.

Without interrupting his sentence, he takes it automatically.

Takes a sip, hands it back, keeps talking, then pauses and looks back at you.

“…wait, did you open this for me?”

You nod and the entire team starts yelling.

“OH MY GOD.”

“THAT’S HIS WIFE.”

Morgan looks genuinely offended. “At least let me finish the team talk before bullying me.”

[ya-banned]

Empty space in my bed

Summary: Morgan decided to fall asleep on stream and you missed him.

After rage baiting Jakey, the next logical step at least in Morgan’s mind was pulling his mattress into stream and sleeping live.

“You’ll never catch me lacking chat” he boasts as he makes his floor bed. “I’m dedicated to my chat, I appreciate all you’ve done for me unlike flakey Davies”

CMC was laughing behind the camera because this is apparently peak comedy at half 3 in the morning when you’re in your mid twenties.

“Morgan” you walked into the room hands braced on your hips “Why the fuck is my mattress on your streaming room floor and not in our bedroom?”

He had the decency to look nervous, a flicker of guilt breaking through the smugness as his big hand came up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Right,” he started, already laughing in that way that wasn’t really a laugh so much as a stall for time “So technically there’s a reason for” he gestured around the room “all of this”

You just stared at him. He glanced at the camera like it might rescue him, then back at you, grin tightening.

“Chat wanted content. I deliver content. I’m basically a servant of the people at this point babe”

Behind the camera you could hear CMC absolutely losing it, like this was the greatest documentary ever filmed.

“You moved my entire mattress” you repeated slowly, stepping further into the room “because your audience told you to?”

Morgan nodded a bit too quickly.

“When you say it like that it sounds insane, but-”

“It is insane”

He let out that same guilty, breathy laugh again, rubbing the back of his neck harder now.

“Okay, yeah, when you put it like that… I might’ve cooked myself a bit here”

There was a pause where he clearly considered doubling down, then immediately abandoned the idea when you raised an eyebrow.

“…I can move it back” he added softer, already sounding like a man negotiating his own survival.

“He’s folding!” CMC wheezed from behind the camera, Morgan shot him a look.

“Don’t help, bro” Then back to you, smaller now “I was just trying to be dedicated to my craft, give back to my supporters”

“Is this because Jake ended stream early to see Ellie?” you asked flatly.

“No, course not babe” he shakes his head, nervous laughter still escaping him. “I wouldn’t do that, I’m the bigger person I rise above”

“Mhm sure you do” you nodded in fake sympathy. “So where am I meant to sleep tonight then mr dedicated streamer?”

CMC was losing it behind the camera. Downstairs Ginge was preaching that streaming came before relationships while Morgan stood here negotiating for his girlfriend’s approval live on air.

“Well Jakey’s obviously not home so you could sleep in his room” Morgan started, “Or Beano’s on holiday so his beds free and Mikey’s beds free too I think… OH and the sofa in the cinema room”

“Right” You gave him a blank stare, arms locked across your chest “Goodnight then, you fucking weirdo”

“At least say goodnight properly” He giggled, stretching his arms out for you.

Shaking your head you melted into his arms anyways.

“You lot are weirdos for watching this as well!” You turned and pointed to the camera “I’ve got to sleep on a stupid sofa alone because you lot want to watch my boyfriend sleep”

Morgan laughs properly at that, a full, breathy, slightly panicked laugh because you’ve absolutely clocked the entire situation in one sentence and there’s nowhere for him to hide.

“Don’t involve chat in this” he says immediately, still holding you though, like letting go might make him lose the argument physically as well as morally.

Behind the camera CMC is gone, fully gone, you can hear him wheezing. You finally drop your hand, rubbing your face for a second.

“I cannot believe I’ve been demoted to ‘sleep in the cinema room’ for a stream”

“It’s not a demotion” he says quickly, pulling you back into him a bit tighter. “It’s just work isn’t it? Like you didn’t say you’d been demoted last week when I was in Japan and you had to sleep alone!”

“When you were in Japan I still had my own mattress” you deadpan, looking up at him from where he has you trapped against his chest.

“That’s fair that” he nods seriously. “Games the game, love”

Quickly your hand comes up and smacks his bicep as he breaks his serious persona and starts full belly laughing.

“Such a knob” you giggle yourself, walking out of the room with a shake of your head.

“Think that went well, no?” Morgan asked the camera, remnants of his laughter glowing on his features.

Nothing else really happens after that, CMC packs up his equipment and goes home for the night. Morgan pops off camera quickly to say a proper goodnight to you, make sure you’re not actually mad and to get his nighttime kisses - how’s he expected to sleep without them?

“Can’t believe you’re actually sleeping on stream to prove a point to Jakey” you mumbled against his mouth.

“Had to do the 24 hour stream anyway babe, this way I get to sleep too” he mumbled back, pressing a final lingering kiss to your lips.

“Goodnight squish” you giggled, pulling away from him and settling against the sofa as he made his way back up to his makeshift bed.

The house stays quiet for a while after that, just the low hum of the stream upstairs. Chat slowly calming now that nothing is happening except Morgan actually sleeping on camera like he said he would.

Every so often his arm shifts, reaching to your side of the mattress to pull you into him, finding nothing but air. Almost as if his unconscious body couldn’t accept your absence.

Downstairs you weren’t as lucky, your brain simply refused to switch off without your head being pressed against Morgan’s chest. After about 90 minutes of tossing and turning getting you nowhere you flung the blankets off you with a sigh.

The creak of the door or shuffling of your feet did nothing to disturb Morgan as you entered the streaming room.

“You lot genuinely still watching?” The viewer count glows in the corner of the monitor and you immediately regret looking. “It’s like half 4 in the morning, get a hobby!” You whispered to the monitors shaking your head before turning and looking to your sleeping boyfriend.

His big bicep was stretched out just begging for you to be curled up under it and you know he’d be so much comfier with your leg hiked over his hip.

“Right chat, I’m going to cuddle with my boyfriend” you whispered, a slight giggle escaping. “You aren’t allowed to clip it or look at me sleeping okay? I just can’t sleep without him”

You step closer to the mattress, crouching slightly beside him. He hasn’t moved since you walked in, still face down, still stretched into your side like it’s muscle memory that never shut off.

“you’re actually pathetic” you whisper affectionately brushing his copper fringe back.

No response just a faint shift of his fingers again like he’s trying to find you but waking up requires too much effort.

You sigh softly then slide in beside him. The effect is instant. His arm moves immediately heavy and familiar around your waist before you’re even fully settled. Like his body recognises you before his mind can catch up.

You pause for a second then let out a quiet laugh into his chest.

Morgan shifts slightly, still asleep. His grip tightens a fraction, pulling you closer like he’s double-checking you’re real.

He mumbles something into your hair. Barely conscious, not even proper words just sound.

But his hand slides once over your back slow, grounding before stopping completely at your arse squeezing and humming contentedly, like he’s found exactly what he was looking for.

“Where y’been” he mumbled, like you’d only stepped out of the room instead of trying to sleep downstairs.

For a second you just lie there, trying not to laugh at him. You know he fully won’t remember any of this once he wakes up. He looks so cute now his face has released all the tension it was holding before you slipped in beside him.

“you’re unbelievable, squish” you whisper, but there’s no bite in it. Pure unfiltered softness.

“Mmm you’re unbelievable” he muttered squeezing your bum again and pulling you further into him.

“Morgan” you breathed out, “stop, go back to sleep”.

His hands relaxed but he kept your chest pressed into his, both his arms circling you as your leg was thrown over his.

“Stay princess” He whispered into the room, a soft kiss being pressed on top of your head.

“Not going anywhere squish” you whispered back, making yourself comfortable in his hold.

The desk cam keeps rolling. You’re both fully in frame now tangled together on the mattress. Your hand rests against his chest without thinking, hand going under his shirt to feel the beating of his heart and for the first time that night, sleep finally finds you.

[morgansmrs]

Pretty in pink 💕

[daily-daydream]

Non-spicy ways to show Intimacy

Intimacy isn't always just the spicy stuff! Here's a few ways to show it through your characters in a few, simple ways...

Kissing their S/O's hand, knuckles, wrist...bonus points for eye contact!

Speaking of which...eyes. Glances across the room, prolonged eye contact, staring at each other

Tending to the other's wounds/ injuries

Knowing the other's tiny habits

Reaching out to the other when in pain, trouble, ect

Whispering jokes to each other

Carefully wiping off a stain from their clothes or face

Taking care of each other when sick or hurt

Hand over the heart/ ear over the heart just to hear it beat

Pressing their thumb over the pulse point for the same thing

Tracing scars, tattoos, birth marks, freckles

Giving the other something tiny that means a lot, a picture, a shiny rock, a flower

In fantasy settings, helping the other put on/ take off armor...trusting the other to know where daggers, knives, poisons are hidden

Telling each other secrets/ thoughts they've told nobody before

Tucking back the other's hair

Putting a piece of jewelry on the other or letting them borrow clothes

Keeping each other warm in the cold

In cases with chronic illness, letting the other care for/ know symptoms

Brushing, braiding hair, applying skincare, etc.

Nightmare comfort

Wiping away tears

Proximity- sitting near each other, sticking close, standing beside each other while doing a task such as cooking, laundry, painting...

Sharing a book, sitting close enough to read it together

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How to show emotions

Part X

How to show pleasure

dilated pupils

mouth half opened

increased heart rate

increased breath rate

increased blood flow

heightened sensitivity

body parts turning warm and flushed

body parts becoming engorged or wet

tension in the entire body

trembling

involuntary contractions

hard to speak, but incapable to be quiet

How to show tenderness

sincere, warm, and open smile

slow and soft movements

leaning in towards what they feel tender about

listening carefully, head held towards them

gentle tone of voice

softening of facial expressions

relaxed eyebrows

soft and relaxed eyes

a hint of a tear appearing

relaxed mouth with a little smile

gently touching or stroking who or what they feel tender about

calm breathing, not too shallow, not too deep

How to show guilt

avoiding eye contact or looking down

tightness in the shoulders, neck, and jaw

being hunched over, slumped shoulders, making themself small

turning their body away from who they feel guilty towards

sweaty palms

trembling hands

heart racing

fidgeting with their entire body

crossing and uncrossing one’s legs

shifting from one foot to the other

pacing around

knot in the stomache, not being able to eat or eating too much to compensate

a feeling of heaviness in their body

How to show curiosity

open, dilated eyes

holding eye contact

raised eyebrows

tilting of the head

leaning towards what they find curious

mouth slightly open

uncrossed arms

actively listening

holding still, so they don't miss anything

More: How to write emotions Masterpost

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domestic fluff prompts

cooking/baking together

helping each other do the laundry/wash the dishes

getting groceries together

watching a movie together every sunday evening

having a load of pictures together around the house

making renovations together

re-decorating together

taking care of the other when they are sick

spending a quiet afternoon together while they both do their own hobbies in silence

hugging/cuddling for hours straight

watching the other sleep peacefully

preparing breakfast in bed for the other person

playfully arguing over small things like how to do the laundry right or who cooks better, etc.

smiling from across the table when their mouths are full of food

playing with the others hair while they tell them about their day

giving the other a spoonful of the food they're cooking with a hand under their chin so that it doesn't drip

leaving sweet love notes on the fridge/in their lunch for each other

writing their own recipe book together on the weekends

getting ready for bed together

taking a nap together, cuddled up on the couch

babysitting a friend's kid together before they have their own

getting a surprise pet for the other person

[ya-banned]

He waited up

Summary: girls night with Hev and Ellie

Tumblr hates me and won’t let me post this I’m getting so MAD

The three of you had polished off three bottles of wine while doing your makeup. It would be rude not to when everyone showed up to the house with a bottle wouldn’t it?

Endless tiktoks, instagrams and snaps were taken from pres. Going from the sensible streamer girlfriends to feral drunk besties in real time.

Honestly the weeks leading up to tonight you were so excited. Living with five 20 something year old teen boys was exhausting, at least the girls semi-understood since they were also dating a bov boy.

At the club drinks were flowing, you lost track of the amount of strawberry daiquiris you’d inhaled. The three of you were sat having a chat over your drinks, all way too far gone to have a filter and everyone’s feet killing from the heels you’d all chosen to wear.

“Y’know when you’re proper not in the mood but they do that face that makes you give in instantly?” Heather starts, Ellie immediately nodding and clapping along in agreement.

“UGH! Yes! It’s so annoying” Ellie rolled her eyes. “Like I know we only see each other 3 days a week but I want to sleeeeeep keep it in your pants”

“I genuinely have no idea what you girls are talking about” you sipped on your cocktail, bemused by the shocked outrage on your friends faces.

“What do you mean? Surely he tries it on and you’ve not felt like it reader?” Heather pushes.

“Especially after nine years, come on girl you can’t fool us”

“No genuinely girls. My man is fucking stunning, I’d climb him whenever wherever. I’ve never not been in the mood”

The table goes silent, Heather slowly lowers her drink like she’s just witnessed a crime. Ellie blinks at you. Once. Twice.

“…You’re joking” she says flatly.

You shake your head, completely serious, sipping your daiquiri through the tiny straw.

“Nope”

Heather grabs your arm dramatically.

“Nine years. NINE YEARS and you’re telling me you’ve never once gone ‘babe please I’m tired’?”

“No,” you laugh. “I mean obviously life happens, we live in the bov house now. but I still want him. Every time. He just” you shrug helplessly, cheeks warm from alcohol and honesty. “He looks at me and I need a mop”

“That’s actually disgusting behaviour, I hope you know that” Ellie slaps the table pulling a horrified face at you.

“You’re the reason men have unrealistic expectations” Heather points accusingly causing you to gasp.

“Excuse me! I’m appreciating what’s mine thank you very much!”

Ellie does an over dramatic shudder, fingers clutching her straw.

“I cannot hear ‘appreciate what’s mine’ in that context knowing we’re talking about angry fucking ginge”

You burst out laughing so hard you nearly spill your drink.

“Don’t call him that!” you wheeze, pointing at Ellie, Heather is fully doubled over now.

“No because I know exactly who you mean and it’s worse when you say it like that”

“Angry fucking ginge who apparently just has you in a chokehold 24/7” Ellie is fanning herself dramatically.

“Not 24/7!” you protest, still laughing. “I have hobbies!”

“Do you?” Heather squints at you. “Or do you just stare at him across the kitchen island while he’s making toast wishing you didn’t have roommates so he could be banging you over it?”

That one sends Ellie into a fresh fit of laughter.

“I do NOT “ You press a hand to your chest, offended “okay maybe once or twice I’ve-”

“Once or twice?” Ellie repeats immediately.

“Don’t interrogate me in public” You point at her. “Anyway you literally shag in 67 bedsheets girl. I don’t have to take this slander”

That gets a fresh round of belly laughs from the three of you, you having to be quick not to let the joyous tears fall and smudge your makeup.

Heather is wiping under her eyes like she’s about to ruin her mascara and she doesn’t even care anymore.

“Six-seven bedsheets” she repeats, laughing. “Why is that so accurate though?”

Ellie leans back in her chair, pointing at you like she’s made a scientific discovery.

“No because she’s deflecting. She’s fully in love and attacking my brain-rotted jakey instead”

“I’m not attacking anything!” you say, but you’re smiling so hard it doesn’t land with any seriousness at all. “I’m simply observing that some of our boyfriends have better tastes than others”

“He’s just a bit special reader” she giggles out. “How come mikeys getting off freely anyways?”

You both turn to Heather with cheeky smiles, knowing that she can’t stop you from bulling her bald boyfriend now.

“Girls! Girls! Don’t bring my sweet Mikey into this!!”

“Nah nah I live with him Hev, the bloke has literally got air in between his ears and nothing else. How do you cope?”

“He’s actually proper smart sometimes you know!”

You and Ellie make eye contact. Big mistake as you both folded immediately, clutching your stomachs at the mere thought of Mikey having a brain.

Heather sits there for a second, dead serious, trying to defend her man like it’s a court case.

“He is” she insists, pointing between you and Ellie. “He is smart. He just…selectively uses it.”

Ellie wipes under her eye, still laughing.

“Selectively is crazy, Like it’s a Netflix subscription”

“Mikey’s brain works on a pay-as-you-go plan” You’re bent forward now, shoulders shaking, Heather gasps.

“Stop bullying him!”

“Then give us evidence” Ellie fires back instantly.

Heather opens her mouth… closes it… then tries again.

“He once…he once fixed the WiFi.”

Silence. You blink. Slowly.

“The bar is in hell.”

“You’re both horrible!”

You’re all laughing so hard now the table is basically vibrating, drinks sloshing dangerously close to the edges.

Nothing exists except mascara-streaked cheeks, aching jaws, and the kind of laughter that makes your chest hurt in the best way. Then Ellie nudges your arm, still grinning.

“Okay but seriously though. Ginge, Does he actually know you talk about him like this?”

You pause.

“…No”

“That’s self-preservation, that man would be far to smug” Heather immediately points.

You try to argue, but the thought of it catches you off guard for a second, your boyfriend’s face if he ever heard all of this. That smug little look he gets when he knows he’s got you figured out. You shake it off quickly.

“Nope. Absolutely not. We are never telling him”

Ellie immediately sticks her hand out, “Pinkie swear”. You slap your hand into hers without thinking, “Pink swear”.

Heather leans in too, eyes narrowed. “On Mikey’s WiFi-fixed life?”

“On Mikey’s WiFi-fixed life” you confirm solemnly.

That sends you all off again, laughing into your drinks like it’s the funniest oath ever made in human history.

Then your phone buzzes from your purse on the table. Instinctively you go to grab it, both girls making noises of disapproval as you do.

“No boys, reader”

“We don’t even know it’s him yet” you convince no one as you slide your phone from your bag.

The soft little smirk taking over your face told the girls instantly it was Morgan who messaged you.

From squishy❤️ : looked so good before you left, can’t wait to get that dress off you when you’re home x

From squishy❤️: send me a picture so I don’t forget what you look like, Sexy bitch x

“Go on then what’d he say?” Ellie asked leaning towards your phone, being in your tipsy state you weren’t quick enough to tilt the screen.

“Reader!! Nine years and he’s still messaging you like that? Fuckin hell” a tone of disbelief shone through her voice.

Heather is still laughing so hard she’s basically folded in half, mascara hanging on for dear life at this point - not gonna look good for the bybabes brand surely.

Ellie wipes her hand down her face like she’s physically resetting her brain.

“Right, I need something stronger than strawberry daiquiris, I’ve seen too much”

You take a long sip of yours, smug in the way only someone with a mildly deranged but loving boyfriend can be.

“You’re welcome for the free entertainment”

Then Heather over dramatically slams her hands down on the table.

“Girls we need shots!!” She squeals. Naturally you and Ellie agree it’s the best idea ever and off the three off you go in your too short dresses to the bar and order way too many tequila rosés to your table.

The tequila rosé hits the table like a warning nobody listens to, Ellie squints at it.

“That looks illegal”

“That looks like healing” Heather is already clapping.

You, unfortunately, are already halfway through your first one before anyone has even finished speaking.

“Okay” Ellie says slowly, watching you like a wildlife documentary “She’s feral again”

You point at her with your glass.

“I’ve been here the entire time, devellie!!”

Heather laughs.

“No you haven’t, You’ve been spiritually texting angry fucking ginge”

“Stop saying it like that!” you groan, but you’re smiling so hard it doesn’t land.

Ellie leans on the table, dramatically.

“Right, New rule. Every shot = one embarrassing boyfriend story”

You immediately shake your head.

“Absolutely not”

“I’ll start” Heather raises a finger “Once Mikey tried to be proper romantic and carry me to bed but he tripped on his clothes and he ended up falling - ON TOP OF ME - and twisting his ankle… so even later on we couldn’t shag or anything”

You both stare at her, there’s a beat of silence so pure it almost resets the club noise around you.

Then Ellie slowly says, “So… romantic injury prevented shagging?”

Heather nods solemnly, “Correct” then tilts her head back as she downs her shot.

You lose it instantly.

“No because that is the most Mikey-coded romance I’ve ever heard in my life” you gasp, nearly sliding off your chair laughing. Heather points at her drink like she’s still defending his honour.

“It was an accident!”

You wipe under your eye, trying to breathe. Ellie snorts.

“He fumbled you, literally.”

“He was trying his best!” Heather throws her hands up in defeat.

“His best is dangerous” you say, still laughing.

Ellie leans in again, wiping her mascara like she’s about to declare war.

“Right. My turn”

You groan immediately, Ellie grins.

“Morgan story.”

“Don’t you dare, he’s not even yours to embarrass!” You point at her.

Too late, Ellie sits up straighter like she’s about to deliver courtroom evidence.

“So. Your angry fucking ginge-”

You physically bury your face in your hands.

“I hate you”

Ellie continues regardless.

“- once forgot I was over, came into the room fully tried to get into her pants - like he’d UNDONE the button of her jeans before he clocked I was in the fucking ROOM!” She was fully wheezing before she’d got her whole sentence out.

You shoot upright so fast your chair screeches.

“HE DID NOT” Heather slams a hand on the table, screaming “NO HE DIDN’T OH MY GOD”

Ellie is doubled over, pointing at you like she’s reliving a historical event.

“He just walked in like hello girlfriend zero survival instincts, straight hands-on situation!”

You hide your face behind your drink.

“He thought we were alone!” you argue, mortified. “You were meant to have left!”

“I HAD gone downstairs for my charger!” Ellie cries, throwing her hands up for emphasis “I came back and your man was already halfway through unwrapping his dinner!” Ellie is fully red in the face now, gasping between laughs “man didn’t even say hello, just saw girlfriend and needed her pants off”

Heather is clutching your arm so hard her nails are digging in.

“No because I’m picturing him just LOCKING IN. Zero thoughts only sex”

You groan into your hands.

“I genuinely believed we were alone! Why would I check my own bedroom?!”

Ellie wipes tears from her eyes.

“Because WE WERE WATCHING A MOVIE TOGETHER, babe!”

You point accusingly.

“You LEFT THE ROOM”

“I went for a charger!” Ellie shoots back “I walked in and your boyfriend was already going for it!”

Heather wheezes.

“Exactly! No awareness! Just girlfriend detected - sex addict activated”

You sink lower in your seat.

“I cannot believe this is public knowledge”

“Oh no babe it’s worse” Ellie grins wickedly “The way he froze when he finally noticed me…”

Heather leans forward like she’s about to hear gossip from God himself, hands flat on the table no distractions around.

“What did he do?”

Ellie straightens reenacting it perfectly - shoulders stiff, eyes wide.

“He just stopped. Completely, like someone unplugged him”

You already know where this is going and want the floor to swallow you.

“And then” Ellie continues, barely holding it together, “he goes… ‘…Hi Ellie’”

Heather SCREAMS.

“No apology?! No panic?! Just hi Ellie?!”

You cover your face again.

“He panicked internally!”

“No,” Ellie says firmly “That man chose dignity. Wrong choice, but it’s the choice he chose”

Heather is doubled over now.

“I bet he still tried to act normal after too”

Ellie slaps the table.

“He DID! Sat down like nothing happened while she was still fixing her jeans!”

“I wanted to DIE Ellie” You groan.

“And he was just there like anyway, been up to much?” Ellie adds, losing composure again.

Heather wipes under her eyes, still gasping for breathes between laughs. Ellie finally downs her tequila, shivering as she swallowed.

Heather watches you for a second, smile softening.

“Jokes aside… he really loves you, doesn’t he?”

You shrug, but your grin gives you away.

“Yeah” you admit quietly “Never had to question if he loved me or not, suppose he’s good at that”

Ellie hums, clinking her glass against yours.

“That’s how you know it’s the real thing. Jakey used to proper do my head in all through school and he still does my head in now. That’s how I know he’s the one I reckon”

Heather nods thoughtfully, swirling the last of her drink.

“Mikey’s an absolute idiot” she says fondly, smiling into her glass “but he’s my big idiot”

For a tiny moment the noise of the club fades behind you lights flashing, music thumping, strangers shouting and it hits you how rare this is. The three of you, messy makeup, sore feet, stupid stories and boys you somehow all ended up loving anyway. You squeeze their hands without thinking.

“God we’re soft” you mumble.

“Speak for yourself, I’m still judging your feral ginger” Ellie snorts immediately that breaks the spell instantly. Heather raises her shot glass again.

“Right, Enough emotional growth. Someone embarrass another man”

“Oooh okay my turn… when we first started dating Morgan was even worse than he is now at leaving hickeys” you confessed, full story teller mode. Too drunk to worry about repercussions “anyway age 15, my mum panicked when she saw my neck and the next day pulled Morgan to the kitchen and gave him a box of condoms”

The girls screeched at your confession, Ellie smacking her hands on the table and Heather gripping into you.

“No way your mum bought condoms for her 15 year old daughter’s boyfriend. I can’t buy it” Heather was wiping tears from her eyes as she spoke.

“Genuinely she did. It was mortifying, bare in mind this is this same kid who I had sleepovers with every weekend too”

“Oh god! Did Morgan die on the spot?” Ellie had leaned in now, full detective mode activated.

“Yes!! He was terrified my mum was going to ban him from seeing me” you chuckled. “But no she gave him a box of rubbers and ‘I’m too young to be a grandma Morgan, be more careful yeah’ HORRIFIC!!”

The girls only fell into more intense fits of laughter as you downed your shot.

After a few more hours, endless shots and even more embarrassing stories that should’ve been kept in the confinement of each individual relationship the three of you decided to book an uber home, or to the bov house where all your stupid men would be.

Outside the club the cold air hits the three of you like a brick, the infinite shots not warming you up as much once leaving the building. All three of you immediately gasp.

“Why is England like this?” Heather whines, clutching her tiny jacket that has never once provided warmth in its entire existence.

Ellie wobbles slightly on her heels, grabbing your arm.

“I cannot feel my feet, I think I left them inside”

“You didn’t have any feeling to begin with in those heels” you laugh, tugging your dress down as you all huddle closer together waiting for the Uber.

Your phone buzzes again, Ellie spots it instantly.

“No” she says firmly. “No boyfriend contact until we are safely transported”

You grin anyway, sneaking a glance.

From squishy❤️: you having fun?

From squishy❤️: bed is too big without you

Your chest does that annoying warm little squeeze you pretend not to notice, Heather peeks over your shoulder.

“OH he misses you, that’s sickening”

“He’s probably pacing around the house” Ellie adds knowingly “oh spike I know mummy is so nasty leaving her boys all alone isn’t she” she finishes in a mock deep voice, what you’re assuming is meant to be your boyfriend.

You shove her shoulder immediately, laughing.

“That is NOT what he sounds like!”

“It absolutely is” Ellie insists, still wobbling dramatically “He’s sat there right now, stroking Spike like a divorced dad waiting for visitation hours”

Heather gasps.

“STOP I can literally picture it. Lights off. TV on mute. Just sighing every five minutes into the abyss”

You roll your eyes but you’re smiling too much to deny it.

“He is not sighing”

Your phone buzzes again, Ellie and Heather both scream.

“HE’S DOUBLE TEXTING!”

You glance down despite yourself.

From squishy❤️: you really did look so pretty

From squishy❤️: remember to stay safe baby x

The teasing dies just a tiny bit, not fully but enough that Heather softens.

The uber ride home was a mixture of incorrect song lyrics belted far to confidently, the poor driver getting three girls life stories when he just wanted to do his job and so much laughter your ribs were aching.

When the uber finally pulled onto your street, headlights washing over the familiar BOV house.

All the lights were on, every single one. Ellie squinted through the window.

“…Why does it look like an intervention?”

“That’s not an intervention, that’s boys pretending they weren’t waiting up” Heather snorted.

You tried not to smile. The car stopped and the three of you spilled out onto the drive in a tangle of heels, handbags and drunken giggles, the cold air biting harder now the alcohol had started wearing off.

You barely made it halfway up the path before the front door swung open. Of course Morgan stood there like he’d been listening for the engine.

Grey joggers. Hoodie. Hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it all night. Spike squeezed past his legs immediately, tail wagging so hard his entire body moved.

“There she is” Morgan said, voice warm and relieved in a way that settled something deep in your chest.

Ellie leaned heavily against Heather.

“Oh my god he was pacing”

Morgan ignored her completely, eyes only on you as you walked closer.

“You alright?” he asked softly, already reaching for you.

His hands landed automatically at your waist, steadying you before you even realised you’d wobbled.

“I’m fine” you laughed “Very hydrated”

Heather snorted behind you.

“She means tequila”

Morgan huffed a quiet laugh, thumb brushing absentmindedly along your hip like he needed to check you were actually there.

“You going to conk out the second you walk into our room aren’t you, trouble?”

“Depends, is there gonna be a tall sexy defender in bed with me?” You smiled up at him, not even attempting to fight the allegations.

Heather and Ellie made exaggerated gagging noises behind you, falling into eachother in a way they’d both vehemently deny tomorrow.

Morgan rolls his eyes at them but doesn’t let go of you, pulling you closer against his chest like the rest of the world is background noise.

“Alright, gremlins” he calls over your shoulder. “Did you return my girlfriend in one piece?”

“Debatable” Ellie replies instantly “She asked the taxi driver if he’d had a long shift and if he was tired”

“That’s normal British chitchat” Morgan instantly defends you, causing Heather and Ellie to let out another squeal of laughter.

“Oh yeah it is!” Heather agreed easily “except ‘trouble’ over there was asking so she could take over the drive home!”

“She said and I quote ‘you sure you’re energetic enough to drive, my squishy would’ve had is there by now. I can take over for a bit if you need?’ That poor man was unprepared!” Ellie exclaimed.

You could feel Morgan’s shoulders shake underneath you as he attempted to hold in his laughter.

“Okay… maybe not the way people generally go about it” Morgan choked out between laughs. “But you’ve got spirit babe, shall we go inside out the cold?”

Once inside Morgan guided you to the sofa, removing your heels once you were sat securely then going to get you a bottle of water.

By this point Jakey and Mikey had come to collect their own drunken women.

Jakey appears first, leaning in the doorway like he’s been waiting for this exact moment all night.

“There she is” he says, already walking toward Ellie with the patience of a man who has done this many times before “My little liability”

Ellie lights up instantly “JAKEY!” she cheers like he’s returned from war instead of being upstairs five minutes ago.

She launches herself at him. He barely reacts, just catches her automatically, hands settling at her waist.

“You drink water?” he asks.

“Yes”

“She absolutely did not” Morgan mutters from beside you, not following girl code clearly.

Ellie gasps in betrayal.

“Daiquiris don’t count” Jakey says calmly, steering her toward the kitchen.

Meanwhile Mikey crouches in front of Heather, inspecting her like a concerned mechanic.

“You alive?”

“I’m thriving” Heather narrows her eyes.

“You called me crying because the club toilet lady looked disappointed in you.”

“She judged me, I could feel it in the air” Heather says seriously.

Mikey nods like this is normal information, to be fair in this house it’s not far off.

“Right, Bed”

He helps her up, arm wrapped securely around her shoulders while she leans fully into him, already half asleep.

You watch them disappear upstairs, warmth spreading in your chest at how natural it all looks boys who pretend to be chaotic disasters suddenly soft and careful the second their girls need them.

On que Morgan returns with a glass of water, forcing you to finish it before letting you talk to him - or touch him.

“All done” you nodded in reply. “Good let’s get you to bed then”

“Dirty boy” you wink, far too overdramatised to be anything resembling sexy. Good thing Morgan was all ready in love with you as he just rolled his eyes and pulled you to your feet.

“Come on ya freak”

One the bedroom door closes behind you and the noise of the house dulls instantly.

You spin toward him before he can even speak, arms wrapping around his neck.

“There’s my boy” you sigh happily, pressing your face into his hoodie like you’ve finally reached home base.

His hands settle automatically at your back, grounding you when you sway slightly.

“Hi baby” he says quietly.

You tilt your head up, studying him like you haven’t seen him in years instead of hours.

“You missed me” it was a statement, not a question. He exhales a small laugh.

“Yeah” he admits regardless “Bit boring without you”

Your grin widens.

“Ellie said you were pacing.”

“I was not pacing”

“You absolutely were”

“…I refreshed your feeds a couple times”

“ROMANTIC” You gasp.

“Super normal behaviour” he mutters, fingers already deftly undoing the zipper of your dress. Pulling his hands away from your back he lifts a hand to your face brushing a thumb under your eye where mascara has started to smudge.

“You tired?”

You shake your head immediately.

“No. I’m obsessed with you”

Morgan freezes for half a second, caught between amusement and that soft affection he never quite hides well.

“That’s the tequila talking”

You grab his hoodie strings, tugging him closer.

“Nope. Been like this since 2017, think it’s terminal”

That earns a quiet laugh, the kind he only does when it’s just the two of you.

“Alright” he murmurs despite the blush coating his cheeks “Let’s get you comfy before you start declaring love to the furniture”

His big hands cup your face as he gently uses a wipe to remove the bulk of your makeup. Not the best, not your usual standard but you’d feel much better in the morning so Morgan is taking his little victories.

“Morgan”

“Hm?”

“You’re really pretty.”

He sighs, smiling despite himself.

“Thank you”

“Like… offensively pretty”

Morgan laughs properly now, shaking his head as he attempts to swap your dress for a set of your pyjamas.

“Not them ones” you whine, crossing your arms across your bare chest.

“What do you mean love, it’s your pyjamas?”

“Want your top tonight squish” you pout. The pout only increases when he goes to get a top from his drawer.

“What?” He laughs at you, fully just wanting to sleep at this point.

“I want the one you’ve got on!” You exclaim like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Smells like you, need that one for bed”

He scoffs before removing his shirt and helping you get it over your head. You immediately crawl into bed once it’s on, arms reaching for him before he’s even settled.

“Stay”

“I’m staying”

He slides in beside you and you attach yourself instantly leg hooked over his, face tucked under his chin, fingers grabbing into his bare chest like you’re making sure he can’t disappear.

Downstairs you hear Mikey laughing loudly followed by Heather telling him to shut up. A door closes. Someone drops something. The house settles into its usual late-night chaos.

You mumble sleepily, already drifting.

“Love you.”

His reply comes instantly, like breathing.

“Love you too.”

Within minutes your breathing evens out, completely gone.

Morgan stays awake a little longer, thumb tracing lazy circles on your shoulder, listening to the quiet sounds of the house and the steady rhythm of you sleeping against him.

Spike eventually jumps onto the bed with a satisfied huff, curling at your feet like security detail.

Your fingers twitch against his chest even in sleep, automatically tightening like you’re checking he’s still there. He stills instantly, hand smoothing over your hair.

He leans back into the pillows, finally relaxing now that you’re here, warm and heavy against him. The house noises fade into background comfort laughter, footsteps, doors closing life continuing around you.

A few minutes pass, then you mumble.

“…Morgan”

“Yeah, baby?” He looks down immediately.

Your eyes never open.

“…did I embarrass myself tonight?”

The question is soft. Sleepy. Vulnerable in that honest drunk-afterglow way. Morgan huffs a quiet laugh, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“Course not”

A pause.

“…Ellie called you angry fucking ginger again” you whisper, deeply offended on his behalf even unconscious.

He snorts.

“Sounds about right that”

You hum, satisfied with his response, already drifting again. Another beat passes before you add,

“…told everyone you’re fit”

His eyebrows lift.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm… said I’d climb you like a tree…”

Morgan presses his lips together, trying not to laugh loud enough to wake you.

“Very respectful trouble, cheers”

You nod weakly against his chest.

“…also told the Uber driver you miss me when I go to Tesco”

He actually laughs this time, shoulders shaking.

“Did you now?”

“…he understood”

“Aye, I bet he did”

Your breathing evens again, conversation forgotten mid-thought.

[morganburtwistleswife]

I feel like the Mrs is genuinely the funniest person Morgan knows, like we all know he’s said his girlfriend has got to be really funny. She’s a secret comedian for sure. Like she’s quite reserved in public but I’m thinking them two at like 3am just talking in bed in the dark and she’s genuinely got him cry laughing 🥹🤣🤣

[morganburtwistleswife]

Can you do one for tays party and reader is there in a dress and ginge can’t stop looking at her or touching her so they go for a quickie in his room ? X

Incoming suit smut

MDNI

It’s an absolute cock fest so there’s no surprise Morgan’s got his eyes on her at all times, especially in her dress. He’s not sure he trusts all of these people here and you only know half of them so you’ve been glued to Morgan all night.

“Two seconds, I’ve left my lipgloss upstairs.” You huff, giving Morgan your drink as you go and get it.

“Chazza, put this on Pie a second, just ask him to chat shit.” He hands Chazza the mic as he follows behind you upstairs. When he gets to his room, you’re bent over the bed looking through your bag for your lip gloss. He smirks, walking up behind you quietly. “You look gorgeous tonight love.” He places a hand on your waist from behind.

You can’t help but scream at the fright he gives you, as you turn to face him. “Oh my god!” You clutch your chest. “I didn’t know you’d came up.” You breathe heavily.

He laughs. “Came to check you’re alright.” He pushes your hair behind your ear, smirking down at you. Within a few seconds, his lips are on yours. It’s fast, rough, desperate. “Need you sweetheart.” He whispers against your lips. As he pulls away, he sits upright on the edge of the bed, grabbing your hand and turning to you face him as you stand in between his legs.

“Morgan, there’s people everywhere. We can’t.”

“Lock the door.”

You turn to look at the door, contemplating it. Shagging in a house full of men with cameras on live stream doesn’t seem like the best idea but. You look back at him in his suit, then you walk over to the door and lock it as Morgan laughs.

“Didn’t take long.”

“Shut up. We have to be quick.”

He pulls you on top of his lap, your legs splayed on either side of his hips. He kisses you again, desperately once more. His hands pull your dress all the way up so it’s bunched at your waist, giving him full access to your arse which he can’t help grabbing. You grab his tie, playing with it as you smirk.

“You like the suit?”

“I love the suit.” You whisper as you kiss down his neck. You wrap his tie around your fist as you pull him close to you and kiss him again.

“Keen.” He smirks.

“Wet.” You smirk back at him. The drink clearly making you more confident when you take his hand and slip it into your knickers.

“Fuck.” He puts his finger inside you and sucks it when it comes out completely soaked.

You take his cock out of his suit trousers and you’re quickly reminded of how slow you’re being when Jakey knocks on Ginge’s bedroom door over the music downstairs. As Ginge calls out to him, you slip him inside yourself biting down on your lip.

“J-just a second Jakey, she’s getting changed.”

“Oh my god.” You whisper into Ginge’s ear. You start to ride him, bouncing on his cock.

“God, look at you.” He watches as you move, his eyes never leaving your face or body. You start to whine and moan as you chase your orgasm. Jakey knocks again, this time louder.

“Ginge, we need the charger for the backpack!” Ginge huffs, picking you up by your hips and laying you down next to him, throwing a blanket at you as he readjusts his trousers. Heading to the door, he quickly hands the charger out without listening to a word from Jakey.

“Mate are you alri- oh my god.” The door shuts in Jakeys face as he turns to look at his stream. “He’s cracking!” Jakey laughs. “Dirty bastard.”

“Morgan, they know! We have to go-“

“No chance.” He takes the blanket off you.

“He’s told stream, everyone’s gonna know-“

“Know what? That we shag? Big deal.” He pushes your legs apart again. “Stop worrying, if he really knew he wouldn’t say anything to stream love. He’s not that bad. He’ll have just been joking.”

Again you consider it for a minute. “Ok.” You say quietly as you nod.

“You ready?” He looks at your face as you nod.

“Yeah.” Your mouth falls open as he pushes back inside.

“Could look at that face all day, so fucking good. So sexy.”

You lay there taking everything he gives you as he races towards his high. You feel that all too familiar feeling in your stomach, like static building up inside you as your legs start to shake. It makes Morgan laugh slightly.

“Shaky legs hm?” He sits back a grabs one of them, kissing from your ankle down to your calf and putting both legs on his shoulders. His new angle only adds to the pressure building up inside you.

“Fuck, gonna cum Morgan.” You cry out.

“Me too, cum for me love.” He watches as he hips instinctively move faster for you both. Within minutes, the two of you are seeing stars, completely in bliss as your chests heave with exhaustion.

“Fuckin hell,” he manages to whisper out as he takes your legs off his shoulders. With a kiss to your lips, he cleans you up and you head back downstairs as if nothing happened.

[morganburtwistleswife]

ginge and his gf get caught shagging in the bov house (by whoever) and ginge secretly keeps going under the covers 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

MDNI

“Oh my god, Morgan! Fuck Morgan!” You bounce up and down on his cock, so close to your release your heads tipped back.

“Come on, fuckin’ cum for me.” He starts to rub your clit.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You’re on the edge, until you hear the door. “AHHHH!” You scream as you lower yourself so your head is on Morgan’s chest. Jakey stands there.

“Fucking hell!” He screams and steps back outside so he can’t see anything.

“What the fuck jakey, learn to fuckin’ knock.” Ginge shouts.

“I did knock! She said yeah.”

“She was saying yeah to me, you stupid fuckin’ cunt.” As he shouts, his hips instinctively lift from the bed, still inside you. You whimper a little, too quiet for Jakey to hear but enough for Morgan.

“Well I fucking know that now.” Jakey protests.

“What do you want?” Morgan calms down a bit now, he moves his hips again. You dig your nails into his chest, a silent warning to stop.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted anything from maccies.”

“Uhhhhh- what do you want from maccies love?” He smirks, moving his hips deliberately now.

“Uh…uh fuck.” you bite your lip. “I-I’m ok.”

“You sure?” He smirks at you, continuing his movements.

“Y-yeah.” Which stupidly comes out as a moan rather than an actual word.

“Oh my god, you two make me sick.” Jakey gags before closing the door again.

[morganburtwistleswife]

My Boyfriend Scored at Wembley, wbu?

Warnings - smut!

MDNI

It’s around midnight when they agree it’s finally an acceptable time to leave the afterparty and head back to their hotel room. Both of them slightly tipsy from celebratory drinks, although he was tired he still felt on top of the world. They stood in the lift, him still in his kit, medal still hung around his neck proudly.

“Ugh I’m so proud of you.” Her arms hung around his neck as she kissed his face repeatedly. His arms tightened around her waist as he grinned at her, picking her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His lips attached to hers just as the lift doors opened on their floor. Pulling away, he walked her down the corridor of their hotel, finding their room he messily opened the door with the key. The pair of them giggling the whole time.

As soon as the door slammed closed, he’s got her laid down on their bed, practically pulling her clothes from her body in desperation. First her trainers, then her skirt, then her baby tee she had made specifically for the game - “trophy wife x” printed across the front of it which made Morgan chuckle this morning. Once she’s rid of her clothes he can’t help but stand back and look at her, red lingerie in support of his team clung to her skin.

“So fucking beautiful love. Look so good in red y’know?” He runs a finger over the lace of her bra. He gently takes off his medal, setting it down just beside her head. With a hand over the top of his head he pulls his shirt off, along with his shorts. Part of him conscious that he’d just played football for 90 minutes and not showered, part of him wanting to eat her up there and then. He didn’t see her trying to stop him.

“Lay down.” She whispers to him, a soft grin on her lips as she looks at him. He stands up properly, smirking down at her before lying down on their bed. His cock immediately hardens as he watches her crawl up his body, stopping when her core hovers over his erection.

“You did so good.” She whispers, kissing down his neck. “You know how sexy it is to tell people my boyfriends scored at Wembley?” She smirks, rubbing her clothed pussy over his hard length with a moan.

“Fuckin’ hell love.” His hands grip her hips as his own lift up applying even more pressure where they both want it the most. “Sit on my face.” He says boldly, feeling the most turned on he has in a while.

“This is meant to be about you.” She giggles, but he’s already using his hands and pushing her further up his body.

“Oh trust me, this is all about me. Don’t worry about that.” He waits until her core is directly above his mouth before peeling her knickers to one side. Then his tongue dives in as she gasps.

Within minutes, she’s withering above him. Her hands in his hair as her hips rock back and forth on his face, practically riding him. He can’t help the groans that escape him which vibrate to her clit and make her hips move even faster. His big hands cover each arse cheek as he pushes her further into his face.

“Morgan! Oh my god.” She moans, her core gliding over his face, her clit hitting his nose every so often making her scream. He pushes her up slightly to talk.

“You gonna cum on my face love? Hm?” Then he pulls her hips back down again, desperate to feel her finish on him.

“Y-yeah, yes, yes! Oh my god, fuck!” With a rough pull at his strands, she lets out a loud gasp as her body shakes. Her hands fly forwards to stop herself from falling completely and she watches him as his tongue slows down. “Shit.” She whispers as she tries to get her breath back, shuffling back down his body once again and sitting just above his cock as she regains normality. He can feel just how wet she is as she sits on his stomach.

“Here.” He throws his shirt over her head as she adjusts it around her body with a smirk. It’s way too big, not that he cares. She looks the sexiest he’s ever seen her. Her cheeks almost the same colour as his jersey due to her high. He just looks at her on top of him for a while, her hands moving up his chest as she smirks.

“Bend over love, wanna see my name on your back when I fuck you.” Which has her up on her feet, back arched and ready for him in seconds. His jersey falls forward as he pushes her head down to lay on the mattress, arse still high in the air for him.

As he pushed his cock into her hole, he let out the breathiest moan of her name before his hand harshly planted a slap on her arse cheek. It wasn’t long before both of her knees were forced up onto the bed, her face smushed into the mattress as he takes exactly what he wants from her.

“M-Morgan!” She screamed, her hands now being held behind her back by one of his own.

“That good babe? Fuck, so tight.” He hips relentlessly smashed into her arse cheeks as he watched them jiggle with force. “Look so fucking good with my name on your back.” One of his fists gripped the back of the shirt, pulling it tighter so he can see every letter of his name, including his signature number ‘13’ on the back.

“S-so proud of you, fuck!” She manages to stutter out, tears clinging to the corners of her eyes. She’s not sure if it’s pleasure or the emotion of what happened that day. As soon as he sees her he stops, using his hands to manipulate her onto her back. Her legs instinctively spread once more. His thumb reaches up to her face, wiping away at tear that falls from her eyes.

Leaning forward, he pushes into her core once more. Their foreheads touching this time as he grins. She smiles back at him, her lips touching his as she moans again. “Love you Morgan.” She whispers.

“Love you so much, yeah?” His thumb travels down her body and ends up rubbing at the clit. “All this is for you, y’know? Always has been. Wouldn’t be here without you, would I?”

She can hardly speak, too overcome with what he’s saying and the pressure she can feel building up in her stomach, her orgasm approaching quicker with every word of appreciation he has for her. “You believed in me when no one did love, you deserve the whole world.” Her hands wrap around his neck along with her legs around his waist as she kisses his lips. With a few more movements of his hips, she falls apart around him again, causing himself to finish directly inside her with a groan. Then they lay in each other’s embrace for a few minutes, he’s still inside her as he kisses her neck over and over. He’s never felt so lucky in his life.

[morganburtwistleswife]

The Mrs definitely just sat and watched Morgan change the tyre, just staring at his hands and arms the entire time. Literally is there anything this man can’t do

It was rare that Morgan would drive to Ballers on a Monday but with it being not too far away in Liverpool she’d decided to join him with the promise that they wouldn’t be home too late. The drive was nice actually, just the two of them. They’d take turns on songs whilst Morgan drove, his hand resting on her thigh every so often.

Everything was going smoothly until the dashboard lit up all sorts of colours, a warning sound alerting Morgan to his tyre pressure.

“What the fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” Her eyes looked over to him as Morgan started to pull over.

“Tyres fucked babe, stay here.” He sighs as he safely stops and gets out of the car. A few minutes later, after inspecting the damage he’s back in the car. “Gonna have to find a petrol station, I need to change it.”

“You can change a tyre?” She smirks, almost stifling a giggle.

“What? Of course I can change a tyre love, it’s not hard.” He laughs, seeing she’s clearly impressed with this new found skill.

“I can’t change a tyre.” She shrugs.

“That’s because I do everything for you.” He squeezes her thigh again, driving slowly to the nearest petrol station.

When they arrive, she gets out to help him this time. Albeit she’s not much help, she just stares at him. At his biceps as he picks up tools and removes the tyre.

“Pass me your phone torch love.” His hands out to her for her phone. But her eyes are fixated on him, she doesn’t respond because she can’t hear him over the dirty thoughts in her brain. “Babe?”

“What?” She looks at him properly.

“Are you alright?” He laughs, taking her phone from her hand.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re all spaced out, what’s going on in that head hm?” He’s tightening bolts by now, his hands shaking as he makes sure they’re definitely tight enough.

“Nothing, just watching.” She nods. “For research.”

“For research?” He smirks. “You dirty bitch. You’re turned on aren’t you?” He stands up, job done.

“No I’m not!”

“Yeah right, get back in the car.” He opens her door for her this time, smacking her arse as she jumps into the passenger seat.

[ivy-senna]

wembley's finest — Morgan (angry ginge) x reader

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summary  one goal. one sweater. and suddenly the whole world knows.

prompt – charity match hard launch, jersey reveal, soft launch turns very public very fast warnings – none, just chaos and a very proud boyfriend word count – ~3k note – this idea was too good cute to write 😭🎀 I've been to obsessed with soccer match Ginge 🫶

requests are open :)

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Nobody was supposed to know.

That was the deal. Had been the deal for seven months — no hints, no soft launches, no accidentally overlapping locations. You were careful. Morgan was careful. Your management was very, very careful. The kind of careful that involved two separate cars to the same restaurant and a system of pre-agreed stories for if anyone asked.

It had worked, mostly. There had been close calls — a blurry figure in the background of one of Chaz's stories, a comment Morgan had liked and then immediately unliked at two in the morning, a photo someone swore they'd seen on a private account that never got confirmed. The internet had theories. The internet always had theories.

But nothing concrete. Nothing real.

Until today.

It had been Morgan's idea, which you should have known. He'd brought it up three weeks ago, casual as anything, lying on your sofa with his feet in your lap while you were trying to read.

"Come to the charity match," he'd said.

"I go to all your matches."

"No, I mean — come. Properly. Sit with my mum."

You'd looked up from your book. He was already watching you, that particular expression on his face that meant he'd already decided and was just waiting for you to catch up.

"Morgan."

"I'm tired of the two cars thing."

You'd looked at him for a long moment. He didn't look away.

"If I come," you'd said slowly, "and you score—"

"I'll score."

"You're a defender."

"Details." He'd grinned. "If I score, you pull the sweater off. Deal?"

You'd stared at him. He'd looked insufferably confident.

"You're unbelievable," you'd said.

"Is that a yes?"

It was a yes.

The problem with being a world-famous pop star was that being inconspicuous was somewhat difficult.

You'd managed it, barely. Oversized sweater — deliberately, carefully chosen — pulled over the top of what was underneath. Hair tucked up. Sunglasses until you were seated. You'd slipped in through a side entrance with Michelle and Julie flanking you like the world's most cheerful security detail, and by the time anyone clocked who was sitting in the family section the match had already started and moving you anywhere else would have caused more of a scene than staying put.

Michelle had held your hand the moment you sat down, which you hadn't expected and which had done something completely unreasonable to your chest.

"He's going to lose his mind when he sees you're here," she'd said.

"He knows I'm here."

"He knows." She'd patted your hand. "Doesn't mean he won't lose his mind."

Julie, on your other side, had looked up with a small smile that suggested she had seen this kind of thing before and found it entirely delightful. She squeezed your arm once, warm and quiet, and said nothing else. She didn't need to.

The match had been loud from the first whistle. Eighty thousand people generating a noise that wasn't just sound but physical — something you felt in your chest, in the soles of your feet, in the back of your teeth. You'd been to stadiums before, obviously. You'd played stadiums before. But there was something about being in the crowd rather than on the stage that felt entirely different, something about being surrounded by it rather than at the centre of it.

You'd watched Morgan from the moment play started and hadn't really stopped.

He was different on the pitch. You'd seen matches before but always from a distance, always on a screen. Up close he was — more. Louder, faster, the kind of present that filled whatever space he was in. He moved like he knew exactly where everything was before it got there, calling instructions with the easy authority of someone who couldn't switch it off even when he wasn't officially in charge.

Every time play paused near your side of the pitch his eyes went to the stands. Found you. Every time.

Michelle noticed. Of course she noticed. She said nothing, just smiled into her scarf.

It happened in the second half.

The ball broke loose in midfield — messy challenge, no one's cleanly — and Morgan saw the space before anyone else did. You watched him accelerate, that ginger hair unmistakeable, pushing the ball ahead as a defender closed in.

The crowd noise climbed.

You were already half standing without realising it.

He set himself. One touch. Then he struck it — clean and hard — and the ball lifted and curved and hit the back of the net and Wembley absolutely detonated.

The sound was staggering. Eighty thousand people at once, a wave of noise that rolled through the stadium like something physical. Michelle grabbed your arm. Julie was on her feet. You were already there, hands over your mouth, laughing because what else could you do, he'd actually done it, the ridiculous man had actually—

Morgan wheeled away from the net.

Arms wide. Grin taking over his entire face. Teammates swarming him immediately, chaos erupting, Chaz already losing his mind somewhere behind him.

But he was moving toward the sideline.

Toward you.

The crowd surged with him, sensing something, not knowing what yet. Cameras tracked him. The big screens caught him. He reached the barrier and his eyes found yours immediately — like he'd known exactly where to look, like he'd always known — and the grin shifted into something else, something softer underneath the adrenaline.

He pointed at you. Just you.

"Told you," he mouthed.

You laughed, shaking your head, and he reached across the barrier and took your face in both hands and kissed you — warm and certain and completely, entirely public — and the section of the crowd close enough to see it reacted immediately, a fresh ripple of noise that spread outward as phones went up and people turned to each other and the cameras that had been tracking him suddenly had something much more interesting to focus on.

He pulled back, forehead dropping to rest against yours for just a second. His hands were still on your face. His thumbs doing that thing, the slow back-and-forth he did without thinking.

"Go on then," he murmured, eyes bright.

You held his gaze for one more second.

Then you reached down and pulled the sweater over your head.

The roar, somehow, got louder.

His name. His number. Printed across your back in the red of his jersey, the fabric slightly too big on you, the sleeves falling past your wrists in a way that was entirely accidental and entirely devastating.

You turned slightly so the cameras could see it — you hadn't planned that part, it just happened — and the section around you erupted completely. Michelle made a sound that was somewhere between a cheer and a sob. Julie pressed a hand to her chest. In the chaos of the celebration Chaz had somehow clocked what was happening from the pitch and started pointing aggressively in your direction while shouting something that got swallowed by the noise.

Morgan was still looking at you. Still holding onto the barrier. The teammates pulling at him barely registered.

"Seven months," he said, over the noise. "Worth it?"

You looked down at his name on your sleeve. Looked back up at him.

"Ask me after the interview," you said.

He grinned so wide it looked like it hurt.

They dragged him back to the pitch eventually. You sat back down, sweater in your lap, jersey on, eighty thousand people now very aware of something that seven months of careful planning had managed to keep quiet.

Michelle leaned over. "I've been waiting to see that jersey on you for three months," she said, completely calm.

"Three months?"

"He bought it the day they announced the squad. Just in case." She smiled. "He's very subtle."

You looked out at the pitch, at the ridiculous ginger man currently being mobbed by his teammates, and laughed until your eyes watered.

The interview happened pitch-side after the final whistle.

A presenter — bright, professional, already slightly giddy from everything that had happened — found Morgan while he was still catching his breath. You were nearby, close enough to hear, Michelle's hand still loosely holding yours.

"Morgan! What a match — and what a moment. Can we talk about the goal?"

"Yeah, course." He was flushed, hair damp, that post-match energy radiating off him like heat. "Defender scores at Wembley, not bad is it."

"Not bad at all. But I think our viewers might be more interested in what happened after the goal—" she smiled, and he grinned, already knowing. "—because there's a very famous face in the family section today."

"Is there?"

"You know there is."

He looked across to where you were standing. You raised your eyebrows. He pressed his lips together, very clearly trying not to look too pleased with himself and failing completely.

"Yeah," he said, turning back. "She's here."

"How long has this been going on?"

"A while."

"A while," the presenter repeated. "Can you be more specific?"

"No." He said it pleasantly, completely unbothered. "But I can tell you she's wearing my jersey, which I think says enough."

"Was that planned?"

He paused. Tilted his head slightly. "The jersey was planned. The goal — I mean, I always planned to score, I'm very good—"

Someone off camera made a noise. Chaz, almost certainly.

"—but the timing was lucky." He glanced over at you again, just briefly. "She's been coming to my matches for months. Just not—"

"Publicly."

"Yeah." He nodded, something quieter underneath the confidence now. "We're both quite — we like having things that are just ours, y'know? Didn't want to share it before we were ready."

"And now you're ready?"

He looked at you properly this time, not a glance, a proper look. The easy grin softened into something that made the presenter go slightly quiet and the camera operator hold very still.

"She's wearing my name on her back at Wembley," he said. "Yeah. We're ready."

The presenter turned to you, slightly helplessly, as if she couldn't quite believe her luck. "Do you want to add anything?"

You stepped forward slightly. "He said he'd score," you said. "So I had to hold up my end of the deal."

"There was a deal?"

"There's always a deal with him."

Morgan laughed, loud and genuine, and reached out and took your hand without looking, fingers lacing through yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you hadn't just done it in front of cameras and eighty thousand people and the entire internet.

Like it was just him and you.

It kind of was.

[ya-banned]

Saving Grace

Summary: Morgan’s Mrs is a guest on saving grace & Morgan reacting to it on stream once it drops.

“’Ello everyone, welcome back to another episode of Saving Grace,” Grace began, settling into her chair. “Today we have Reader with us.”

You waved from your spot on the iconic cream sofa, leaning toward the mic.

“Thank you for inviting me on, queen!”

Grace grinned. “Do you want to introduce yourself for the people who don’t know you?”

“Oh sure. I’m Reader I’m mostly known for being ‘Angry Ginge’s bird,’” you laughed. “I do TikTok and have my own following, but most people probably found me through Morgan’s streams.”

“Oooh, speaking of Mr Angry Ginge…” Grace scooted closer to her mic, already sensing gossip. “How’d that happen then? How long have you two been together?”

You shook your head, letting out a breathy laugh.

“We met in high school. Proper best mates — sleepovers at each other’s houses, I see his mum more than my own, never spent a day apart type of friendship.”

“That’s well cute,” Grace cut in, rubbing her hands together eagerly. “So did he make the first move? Did he wait until after school?”

“It was kind of mutual,” you smiled, the memory softening your expression. “Year 9 or 10, I think. I was fourteen I know that much.”

You chuckled.

“We kissed once and then that was it. Boyfriend and girlfriend. He asked me properly so we’ve got an official anniversary. It’ll be nine years this year.”

Grace audibly awed, pulling a face at you.

“Is he different with you than he is online? I think people saw another side of him when he was in the jungle.”

You lit up immediately.

“He’s not massively different. He’s loud and chaotic on stream — don’t get me wrong, he is loud and chaotic — he just turns it up for the camera. But he’s a massive softy when he wants to be.”

“Like a ginger teddy bear.”

You both barked out laughter.

Grace scrolled her iPad. “So. the Bov House. Are you actually living there? What’s it like?”

Your head fell back against the sofa dramatically.

“Yeah… it’s a lot. We lived with his nana for two years before getting our own place, and Beano stayed with us for eight months, but all five of them together? Massive adjustment.”

“I’ve seen clips,” Grace said. “How haven’t you gone mad? There’s zero privacy!”

“Oh, it’s horrific,” you groaned, dropping your head into your hand. “Every five minutes someone’s causing chaos. But it’s nice too — we look after each other. It’s never lonely and you’re never bored.”

Grace nodded knowingly.

“Right. Time for the questions people actually clicked for,” she warned.

You hid your face in your hands. “Go on then.”

“With that many people in the house… how do you find time to shag?”

“Oh my god, Grace!” you squeaked. “We make it work! We’ve been walked in on, that’s traumatising. And if they overhear us, breakfast the next morning is unbearable.”

“They’ve walked in? No way!” Grace wheezed with laughter.

“It’s horrific! I see them like brothers — I don’t need them seeing me bent over!”

Grace nearly folded in half laughing.

“Does he get angry in the bedroom, Reader?”

“Sometimes,” you replied, wiggling your eyebrows.

Grace cackled. “You two seem so different on paper, but the more I know you, you’re actually very similar.”

“Are you trying to insult me?” you shot back, shoulders shaking with giggles.

Grace gasped dramatically. “Never. I’m saying you’re equally chaotic.”

“That’s slander.”

“The first time I met you,” she continued, “I thought you were sweet and quiet, and five minutes later you were threatening to hide Ginge’s controller because he stole your Haribo.”

“As I should! He needs to respect my possessions,” you said, lifting your chin proudly.

“Put the man in his place,” Grace nodded.

Laughter settled easily between you, the conversation now feeling more like mates chatting than an interview.

Grace glanced back to her iPad.

“This got asked loads — how do you manage such a public relationship?”

Your smile softened.

“It’s easier now. When we were younger it felt intrusive. People would message me saying he was cheating just because he stood next to another woman.”

You shrugged gently.

“I think people understand our boundaries now. We’re just normal. We argue about tea, whose turn it is to wash up, we’re not doing luxury date nights every week. We just happen to have followers.”

Grace nodded. “Do you ever feel pressure to be perfect for his audience? Especially after everything he’s done this year, soccer aid, the jungle, the BRITs…”

You took a sip of your drink.

“Not really. People love him because he’s never pretended to be anything else. He’s just a lad from Salford who worked his arse off. I’ve always been the same — if you don’t like me being myself, I don’t want your follow.”

“Yeah,” Grace agreed. “People can tell when you’re acting.”

“Exactly. We’re not a perfect couple. Morgan can be a massive knobhead and we don’t hide that.”

“I’ve seen you shouting at him on stream,” she laughed.

You both chuckled.

“Has he ever done something on stream that actually got him in trouble with you?”

You groaned instantly.

“They played a ‘Say It or Shot It’ game and he answered the weirdest place he’s ever—” you stopped yourself, laughing. “His mum and nana watch every stream! I did not need family dinner the next day knowing that information.”

Grace cringed. “Not the in-laws!”

“I nearly made him sleep outside.”

“Right,” Grace said, pointing at you. “Let’s talk about you now. Hollister shoot — little Miss Bikini Model!”

You laughed. “Yeah! They flew us to Mykonos for five days. It was unreal.”

“I saw the pictures. Stunning.”

“Thank you! Honestly waiting for the next bikini drop so they’ll send me back.”

“Get me invited.”

“I’ll refuse the deal unless you’re included.”

“Cheers, Reader,” she laughed. “Last question, biggest misconception about you?”

You thought for a moment.

“Probably that I’m only with Morgan because he’s famous. I’ve been stuck with that man since I was eleven. Him getting rich and famous is just karma for putting up with him.”

Grace laughed warmly. “You can tell you’re best friends first.”

“He’ll always be my best friend before he’s my boyfriend,” you said softly. “People sometimes think we’re mean to each other because of our jokes, but we’re genuinely happy.”

“Keep the negativity away,” Grace nodded.

You both shared a soft laugh.

“I used to ask guests for advice,” Grace said, “but everyone gave terrible advice, so now I give it.”

“Oh god,” you laughed.

“My advice to you: go back to Mykonos, post more photos with your tits out, and join me and Morgan at Soccer Aid so I’m not embarrassing myself alone.”

Your shoulders shook with laughter.

“Great advice, Grace — but there’s absolutely no chance of me running anywhere. The only balls I’m interested in on that pitch are Morgan’s.”

Grace let out a bark of shocked laughter as the cameras faded out on your cheeky grin.

Naturally once the pod was released Morgan’s chat was spamming for him to react on stream.

He pretended to do so reluctantly. Sat leant back on his chair, one leg crossed over the other.

“She looks nervous bless her” He spoke as the intro played through his headphones.

The second you referred to yourself as ‘angry ginge’s bird’ his head fell back in silent laughter.

“Solid branding that”

User1: She loves you Ginge

“Of course she does lads, nine years deep” His smile was infectious, taking over his features.

Then came the story of how you met. He always claimed you told it better than he did, he stopped entertaining. Silently watching you, smile softening the more you spoke.

He leaned forward and paused the video.

“Proper kids you know, Used to steal all of her chips at lunch break” he murmured to his chat.

user2: chubby yute

User3: knew you had no game Ginge

Then the ginger teddy bear comment landed. Instantly he groaned, chat already spamming it. He sat upright in his chair leaning towards his monitor.

“I am not a teddy bear” he paused. “… much”

Grace brought up the Bov house next. Morgan grinned knowingly.

You calling the situation horrific made him burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“She’s not wrong to be fair chat. Absolute zoo in this gaff”

As if to prove his point a shout of “Ginge you live yet” came from somewhere in the house, he shook his head as he shouted back.

Then the question happened - when do you find time to shag?

He paused the video before you replied, sinking down in his chair as if that would hide all 6’3 of him.

“FUCK SAKE GRACE - I can’t react to this with twelve thousand people watching”

user4: unpause it you coward

User5: you started this

User6: keep watching Ginge!

He sighed dramatically as he unpaused. The moment you admitted on being caught by one of the boys he smacked his hand on the pause button again.

He jumped up from his chair pacing the room with his hands covering his face.

“Nah I actually can’t. I’m moving out. I can’t do this”

Laughter echoed in from the hallway - clearly one of the boys was watching his misery live.

“FUCK OFF” he shouted to his door, face glowing red but grin unshakable.

He continued watching, then came you praising him.

‘He’s just a lad from Salford who worked his arse off’

He went quiet. Soft shy smile on his face. One hand came up and scratched the back of his neck.

“She didn’t have to say all that”

Chat clocked his softness instantly.

user7: he’s BLUSHING

user8: top 5 softest Ginge moments

User9: Ginge caught lacking before gta6

The say it or shot it story played. Morgan’s head dropped back with a groan.

“Can’t believe she’s still mad about that! It was content fuck sake”

user10: THE DAY BEFORE A FAMILY DINNER?

User11: nah bro not when her family’s watching

“… fair enough yeah”

Then the final question. ‘He’ll always be my bestfriend before he’s my boyfriend’.

He didn’t have a joke for that. He rested his face in his hands, fond and undeniably soft.

“I’ve done alright haven’t I?” A soft smile towards the camera as the video ended.

User12: wife her up king!

User13: when you making her Mrs Ginge then?

User14: never been more convinced you’re punching bro

User 15: crying on telly again?

“Calm down chat. I’m not crying” he laughed, rubbing his face. “She’s the best person I know her”.

A small pause before he remembered his audience.

“And do the record I’m NOT a ginger teddy bear”

From the doorway your voice could be heard as you made your way into the room. “You definitely are”

Morgan froze, looking at you with his mouth dropped open in shock.

“Betrayal in my own home?” He tried to act mad, but the smile on his face gave him away instantly.

You leaned against the doorframe, completely unfazed by the twelve thousand people currently watching.

“I’m just telling the truth,” you shrugged, stepping into the room. “You literally force me to lie on top of you for ‘emotional support’.”

Chat exploded instantly.

User16: GINGER TEDDY BEAR CONFIRMED

User17: expose him queen !!!

User18: W READER

Morgan spun back to his monitor, pointing accusingly as he sat back in his chair.

“Don’t encourage her!”

You laughed, wandering behind his chair, eyes flicking up to the screen.

“Oh god, you actually reacted to it?”

“Chat forced me,” he defended immediately.

Chat immediately called him out for his lie.

You rested your hands lightly on his shoulders as you watched the paused video still showing your face mid-sentence.

His posture changed without him realising — shoulders relaxing, leaning back slightly into you.

Chat noticed. They always noticed.

User19: LOOK AT HIM LEAN BACK 😭

User20: bros gone

Morgan cleared his throat, suddenly aware again.

“Right, everyone calm down.”

You tilted your head. “Which bit did you get to?”

“The slanderous bits,” he said. “All of it.”

You snorted. “You mean the accurate bits.”

Before he could respond, the bedroom door burst open.

Charlie appeared first.

“Is she in here? Chat said she walked— oh my god she actually did.”

Morgan didn’t even turn around. “Get out.”

Jakey followed right behind him anyway, peering at the monitor.

“Are we watching the podcast again? He rewound the nice parts earlier.”

“I DID NOT REWIND IT.”

Beano leaned into frame dramatically.

“Hello chat.”

The viewer count jumped instantly.

User21: BOV HOUSE TAKEOVER

User22: WE WON

You laughed, stepping slightly aside as the boys crowded the doorway.

Morgan looked seconds away from losing his mind.

“This is my stream. Why are all of you here?”

Charlie folded his arms. “We came to support your emotional growth.”

Jakey added, “Never seen you smile like that unless United win.”

Morgan buried his face in his hands.

“I hate living here.”

You squeezed his shoulder affectionately. “You love it really.”

He peeked up at you, smile creeping back despite himself.

“…Maybe.”

Chat spammed hearts so fast the screen blurred.

Beano pointed at Morgan. “Play the best friend bit again.”

Morgan shot upright. “No.”

“Yes,” Charlie said, reaching toward the mouse.

Morgan physically shielded the keyboard like his life depended on it.

“Nobody is replaying anything!”

You laughed, leaning closer to the mic.

“Hello chat,” you greeted sweetly.

The reaction was instant chaos.

User23: HI READER

User24: QUEEN HAS ARRIVED

User25: SAVE HER FROM THEM

Morgan glanced back at you.

“You’ve ruined my reputation.”

“You never had one,” you replied.

The boys HOWLED.

Morgan leaned back in his chair, grabbing your hand without thinking, fingers linking with yours while he shook his head.

“…This is bullying.”

Jakey gagged dramatically. “Right that’s enough romance.”

Charlie nodded. “Yeah stream’s getting soft.”

Morgan looked at chat, then at you, then back at chat.

Decision made.

“Right,” he said, reaching for his mouse. “Stream’s ending.”

Immediate outrage.

User25: NOOOOO

User26: leave reader

User27: he’s leaving for cuddles

“You lot survived before me, you’ll survive again,” he grinned.

He paused, glancing up at you one more time, that same soft look from earlier creeping back.

“…Priorities.”

He hit end stream, the screen went black and instantly the room erupted.

“OHHH HE ENDED FOR HER!” Charlie shouted.

Morgan stood up, already pushing them toward the door.

“OUT. Everyone out.”

You laughed as he herded them into the hallway like unruly children, shutting the door behind them with a decisive click.

Quiet finally settled as turned back to you, shaking his head but smiling wide.

“…You proper stitched me up today, you know.”

You stepped closer. “And you loved every second.”

He didn’t argue, he just pulled you into him, arms wrapping around your waist.

“…Yeah,” he admitted softly. “I did.”

[buttlesbunnie]

TIKTOK TRENDS ── m.burtwistle ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary: you love making funny tiktoks with your boyfriend content: established relationship , sexual innuendos , fluff notes: i love this man // are we fw the new layout ??? also i've written the first chapter of the i'm a celeb series already 'coz i'm eager x

"Hi everyone, I'm gonna be asking my boyfriend if certain things are princess treatment or bare minimum." You smiled to the camera, showing the water gun you had, before finding him in the living room, feet stretched up on the coffee table.

"Hi Morgan." You greeted.

"Hiya, love, y'alright?" He said, his face lighting up as he saw you and then the water gun, "What's that for?"

"I'm quizzing you, and if ya get it wrong you're getting shot by water."

"Oh, lucky me." He deadpanned, watching as you moved to stand in front of him. "Is this for a TikTok?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna give you actions and you're gonna tell me if you think it's princess treatment of bare minimum in a relationship, 'kay?"

"Brill."

"Cuddles before bed."

"Bare minimum."

"Good!" You grinned, "Bringing me water from your water bottle and giving me your hoodie whenever I ask."

"Fuck sake," He sighed, laughing and rubbing his forehead, "Bare minimum."

"You're doing well so far." You hummed, "Okay, letting me paint your PlayStation controller—"

"It's princess treatment, and you're still not fuckin' doing it."

"It's bare minimum!" You shouted and then sprayed him with water.

"Reader, it's fuckin' not, and you're never doing it!"

"Giving me left over food."

"Bare minimum."

"Letting me do your makeup."

"Bare minimum, and listen lads out there," Morgan pointed at the phone, "Let your mrs do your makeup. It's only on for about fifteen minutes, and then you can wash it off. Make her happy."

"No one asked for your life story, Morgan." You sassed.

"Right, I'll just fuckin' shut up then, shall I?"

"Yeah." You scoffed, "Kisses before bed."

"Bare minimum."

"Paying for me to get my nails done every month."

"... It's princess treatment—" You sprayed him in the face, "Fuckin' hell, Reader let me finish my sentence! I was gonna say it's princess treatment for others but for us it's bare minimum!"

"Oh, whoops." You giggled, "Rubbing my feet."

"Bare minimum." He sighed heavily, knowing he wanted to say princess treatment but also knowing you'd spray him in the fact for saying that.

"Good answer. Taking me to Greece or Spain whenever I want to go."

"Princess treatment—"

You sprayed him in the face a lot of times, "It's the bare minimum, Morgan."

"Right, no, yeah, of course, my bad." He nodded, wiping his hand over his face.

"Buying me a Birkin."

"Princess treatment, and you're not getting one."

You sprayed him in the face.

"It's 35 grand for a tiny little bag you can't fit nothing in!" He exclaimed, "I love you but I'm not getting you one."

"Being the one to make dinner every night."

"Reader, neither of us cook, we order shit in."

"Well, when we start."

"We'll cook meals together."

"Morgan."

"Fine, fucking ... bare minimum, 'coz you're standards are too high."

"Good job!"

comments:

user1 he's so whipped

user2 i love them together

user3 they're so funny together 😭😭😭

user4 petition for ginge to get reader a birkin

↳ user5 signed

↳ user6 YESSS

↳ user7 agreed

↳ bowling42069 absolutely

user8 biggest streamer in the uk and he can't say no to his mrs😭

↳ angryginge13 happy wife happy life

You waved at the camera, being quiet but showing the two hard pasta shells that you were to put in your mouth. When you'd positioned them at your back teeth, you called for him.

"Morgan!"

He came into the bedroom, running a hand over his hair, "What's the matter?"

"My neck really hurts, like it's really stiff. Can you come crack it?"

"I don't wanna hurt you, though." He hummed, placing his hands on the junction between your neck and shoulders, digging his thumbs into them and circling.

"No, don't massage, I need you to crack my neck."

"Why are you filming?" Morgan stared at the camera.

"I was midway through a product promotion and then my neck just really hurt."

"Oh, okay." He nodded before putting his arms around you rhead, "Do you want me to just crack it like ... like, twist it?"

"Yeah."

"Alright."

When he squeezed and turned your neck, you bit down on the uncooked pasta, it cracking in your mouth and making it sound like your neck snapped.

"Ow!" You screamed, dropping your head down and clutching your neck with your hands.

"Oh my God, are you okay? What the fuck." Morgan gasped, leaning down, "Reader? You okay?"

You put on the fake tears, sniffling and rubbing your neck, "Morgan, what the fuck."

"I'm so sorry. Does it really hurt? What did I do?"

"What if you've fucking fractured my neck?" You whimpered.

His face fell and he started kissing the back of your head repeatedly, "Don't say that. Please don't say that. Is that what it feels like? How much does it hurt?"

"I dunno, maybe like ... 6-7." You smirked, lifting your head out and spitting the crushed pasta into his palm.

"Eurrrr, you tramp!" He groaned, staring at it in disgust, "Don't you ever scare me like that again! I actually thought I broke your neck."

"That's okay, you can just break my back later on." You winked.

"Huh-ho, don't mind if I do." Morgan held his hands up with a smirk.

comments:

user1 STOP HE WAS GENUINELY SO SCARED

user2 they're the best couple on youtube i'm convinced

↳ user3 this is tiktok mate

user4 ginge getting lucky tonight

user5 there's no way she's getting cracked by that thing

↳ yourusername i crack him actually

user6 she's so fit

user7 jarvis, get me this girls snap

↳ angryginge13 taken mate

jakeydavies lol pussy

↳ yourusername lol virgin

↳ taysmcr 😭😭😭

↳ heinz_baines clock him queen xxx

↳ jakeydavies i'm literally not a virgin

↳ yourusername could've fooled me

"Hi all, I'm with Heinz right now, and we're going to prank Morgan." You spoke to the camera as Heinz waved from behind you. "Basically, we're going to pretend to argue, and then he's going to call me a 'bitch' or a 'slapper' or something along those lines, just insult me a lot, really, just to see if Morgan gets angry or not."

"He better not fucking hit me, I swear to God." Heinz said as you set the phone up in the kitchen.

"He's in the living room, so we're just gonna ... Wait, slam that door." You whispered.

"This one?" Heinz pointed to the pantry.

"Yeah, go to take my maltesers and then I'll yell at you for slamming the door and then blah blah."

"Okay, okay, fuck, I'm shitting myself." Heinz giggled, opening the pantry and then taking your big family bag of maltesers.

"Oi, you're not having them." You called out, "Put them back, they're mine."

"No." Heinz scoffed, slamming the pantry door so hard it echoed through the house.

"Don't go slamming the fucking doors either! Put those maltesers back, they're mine. Get your own."

"Oh, shut up, Reader honestly." Heinz rolled his eyes, "You can fucking do without them!"

"Fuck you!" You shouted. "With your big fuck-off nose!"

"Fuck you too, you slapper!"

"Oi!" Morgan came in, "Don't you fucking talk to her like that."

"Are you taking the piss right now?!" Heinz argued.

"Don't you ever call her that again. I'm not fucking joking, Beano. I understand arguments can happen, but don't ever ever ever call her a slapper."

"Would you prefer uptight little bitch?"

"I'll fuckin' kick you out, Beano, I'm not joking. Say sorry to her right now." Morgan's face went red with rage, "You ever use that word to talk to her again and I'll do your head in then put you on the streets. And put her maltesers back while you're at it."

"Like I said, I think she can do without them." Heinz shrugged.

Morgan's hands found Heinz's chest and shoved him back into the pantry door harshly, "You're being a right fuckin' knobhead, today, mate. Give it a rest. Take that back right now and apologise to her."

"Morgan," You stepped in, putting a hand on his chest, "Morgan, we were just joking. It's a prank, chill out."

"Are you being serious?" He looked at you.

"Yeah." You snorted, "It was a prank to see how you'd react."

"Fuckin' hell, don't ever do that again 'coz I thought we were gonna have to disband the BOV Boys." Morgan stepped back, putting an arm around your shoulders.

"Sorry, lad." Heinz laughed, running a hand over his hair.

"I wasn't joking, though. Don't ever use those words to her."

"Nah, nah, I won't. Promise. It was all part of the joke."

"Yeah, good."

comments:

user1 i did not expect him to get that mad😭

user2 fucking hell take a chill pill ginge

↳ user3 would you rather he let his friends speak to his gf like that??

user4 good reaction from ginge

user5 poor heinz looked like he was gonna shit himself😭😭

↳ heinz_baines i was😭

↳ user6 icl i thought he was gonna punch you

↳ yourusername that's why i stepped in lol i think we all thought the same

user7 ginge went the same colour as his hair

"This is things we've put up our bums." You snorted, "Me, nothing. Morgan,"

You turned the camera on him, "Morgan, can you list things in your streaming room, like, from memory?"

"What for?"

"Just a test."

"Okay, ermmm ..." You started filming, "My PC, my monitor, my keyboard and mouse ... my Manchester flag, y'know that one that hangs in the back—"

"Yep, yep."

"Ermmm ... my LED lights, does that count?"

"Yeah, just anything in your room."

"Okay, erm, my gaming chair, my actual computer, my red bull fridge—"

You snorted.

"Spike's bed— Oh! Spike, sometimes. Only when he's willing to co-operate and piss and shit all up in my space."

You burst out laughing, throwing your head back.

"Alright, I know I'm funny but chill out, love, you'll get some tonight, don't worry."

"Morgan!" You gasped.

"Ew." Heinz muttered as he'd just come into the living room to check on the football scores.

comments:

user1 SPIKE LMFAOOO

angryginge13 ffs i should've known at this pont.

↳ yourusername love you morgan❤️❤️

user2 girl what did you tell him😭😭

bowling42069 just given me an idea, thanks girl xx

↳ yourusername love u hev xx

user3 not heinz walking in😭😭

↳ heinz_baines traumatised but that's not even the worst of it.

↳ user4 oh dear beano have you heard it before

↳ heinz_baines HEARD IT??? I WALKED IN ON IT

↳ user5 i can NOT look at ginge and think he's having a shag every night wtf

↳ nykchazza cuz he looks like a big virgin

↳ angryginge13 and you just look big mate

taysmcr don't be giving hev ideas😭😭😭

"Hiya, today I'm doing a food testing video with my current boyfriend, Morgan. We're ordering from different fast food places and getting things we'd never even think of trying."

Morgan nodded while standing behind you at the kitchen island. He hadn't even realised. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"So, my current boyfriend, is going to order the food now—"

"Heh, sorry?" Morgan scoffed, leaning in closer, "What did you call me?"

"Morgan."

"No, say that sentence again."

"My current boyfriend is—"

"Ah! What the fuck is that? Who— Current boyfriend?" He spat.

"Yeah. You're my current boyfriend. Boyfriend as of now."

"Am I one of many?"

"Don't be stupid, you literally know I ain't had a boyfriend before you, and you ain't had a girlfriend—"

"Are you planning on having more in the future?"

"No, I don't, but I will if you don't sit down and order our food." You sassed, pointing to the bar stool next to you.

"No. Do that whole intro again. Say 'my boyfriend'."

"You're so melodramatic." You huffed, "Hiya, I'm here with my current boyfriend—"

"Reader!" He shouted.

"What?!" You bobbled your head dramatically.

"Right, now, imagine if I started calling you my current girlfriend. I'd be in the fucking doghouse. Quite frankly, you're taking the piss."

"Frankleh." You mocked his accent.

"You've got the same accent as me!" He shouted, gritting his teeth and getting close to you.

"Yours is stronger. And so's your breath, get out my face." You wafted a hand in front of your nose.

"Oh my God, you're really testing my patience. Watch when you wake up and Spike's taken a shit on your side of the bed."

"If you let him do that, you'll wake up single. Don't fuckin' try it. Now can you order my food please, current boyfriend."

He put his arm around your head and pulled you backwards off the bar stool.

"Morgan!" You screamed as he started burying his knuckle in your scalp, rubbing your hair up to a frizzy mess.

"Take it back!"

Your hand came up, slapping him in the stomach. He let out a loud groan, letting you go. You looked at yourself in the camera view and let out a laugh of shock.

"My hair! Ya bastard!"

Morgan, misjudging the amount of space between you completely, brought his foot up behind him, sending his heel straight between your legs. You let out an exclamation before dropping to the floor, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to dull the throbbing pain.

Morgan burst out laughing before couching down beside you, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean to." His hand cradled the back of your head, caressing your hair, "Reader? I'm sorry."

"I think your heel actually just went up my vagina." You groaned, collapsing onto your side, your head in his lap.

"I'll put something else up there later, darlin'."

"No you won't, not after this. I don't think we're having kids at all. My vagina is damaged."

"Damaged goods," He corrected you, "Which means it's still good."

"Oh, shut up." You rolled your eyes dramatically, reaching for your phone on top of the counter.

comments:

user1 that took a surprising turn

↳ user2 went from a prank to a case

user3 smile guys we're gonna be in the documentary

↳ user4 no, just the daily mail 'famous i'm a celebrity star angryginge caught abusing his girlfriend!!!😱😱😱'

↳ user5 if he's on im a celeb rn how's she posting this???

↳ user6 ... it's probably a draft, mate.

user7 you can totally tell they've been together since they were teenagers , it's adorable

user8 i can see the edits incoming with her with her head in his lap

user9 the way he looked at her when she was in his lap tho!!! so cute xx

heinz_baines this is their foreplay.

↳ yourusername chill out bro, you're just jealous

↳ heinz_baines no, i've got jakey

↳ jakeydavies 🙂🙂🙂

You held your phone u on your chest, pointing it at Morgan as he sat at the end of the bed, scrolling on his phone with one hand and rubbing your foot with the other.

"Morgan?"

"Hm?"

"Can you leave the room so I can put my pjs on?" You asked quietly.

"What's that, sorry?" He raised his eyebrows, putting his phone down to listen to you properly.

"I need to put my pyjamas on, can you ..." You waved your hand, gesturing for him to shoo.

"Why?"

"So I can get changed." You huffed.

"Are ya being serious? I've literally been seeing you naked since we were 18 and— are you alright?" His tone suddenly went very sincere.

"Yeah, I just wanna get changed in private."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." You nodded.

"Alright, love." He grunted as he got up out of bed, patting your foot before making his way to the door.

"I'm joking! I'm joking, it was just a prank." You giggled.

Morgan let out a sigh of relief, "Jesus fuck, you scared the shit out of me. Had me thinking I'd done something wrong or you was feeling upset."

comments:

user1 the way he puts his phone down to have a conversation with her🤧🤧🤧

↳ user2 fr! it's the little things like that that matter

user3 god he's such a green flag

user4 they've been together so long #therealukytparents

↳ user5 how do u know??

↳ user6 go back on his or her ig to when they were in school together, they were a couple in year 11. also he said he's been seeing her naked since they were 18 in this vid lol

user7 girlll u got the automatic foot rubs, you're winning!!

↳ yourusername it's like his second nature by now xx

"Guys, I'm gonna flash Morgan just for the sake of it 'coz he keeps pissing me off recently by streaming all the time and not showing me attention, so ..." You clicked your tongue as you got up out of bed, "Gotta show him what he's been missing out on."

You walked across the landing, and thankfully Heinz wasn't home tonight, so you knocked on the door to Ginge's streaming room.

"Yep? I am streaming, love."

"When are you not." You scoffed, opening the door.

Morgan pulled one of his headphones out, smiling at you, "You okay?"

You shrugged and looked down, what a coincidence that you'd worn a tube top, and reached for it, tugging it down.

He let out a laughing scoff, covering his mouth with his hand, "What's that for?"

You shrugged again, still standing there.

"Fwahhhh ... Chat I might have to cut the stream early." Morgan said.

"Oh, no, that's okay, you can keep streaming." You hummed, tugging your shirt back up and leaving the room.

"Wh— Reader!"

"Can't hear you!" You sang, getting back into bed and giggling to your phone camera, "Mission successful."

comments:

user1 sigh ... he's so lucky

user2 HOW'S HE PICKING STREAMING OVER HER😤😤😤

bowling42069 the camera was the wrong way around

↳ yourusername whoopsies i'll do it the other way just for you xx

↳ bowling42069 teehee xx

user3 she's so LENG

user4 reader please reject me so i can move on

↳ angryginge13 you've been rejected mate

user5 i won't treat you like that baby xx

↳ user6 PLS UR LIKE 10

"I've been seeing this thing where girls wipe their boyfriends kisses, so I thought I'd try it with Morgan to see what his reaction would be. This might fail though because he's a bit oblivious sometimes. I think I'll just pretend to be filming various videos throughout the day so I can catch this on camera."

In the morning, you were pretending to film a 'cook breakfast with me' video, showing the camera all the ingredients.

"Morning." He grumbled, walking in and shoving a shirt over his head, "You're up early."

"I know, woke up before my alarm." You said, cracking an egg into a pan.

Morgan walked up behind you, grabbing your neck from behind and pressing a jokingly rough kiss to your cheek as he did every morning. Subtly, you rose your shoulder up and wiped the kiss away.

He didn't seem to notice, instead going for your lips.

"Ah!" You held a spatula up between you, "Have you brushed your teeth?"

"Yes, what do you take me for? A Victorian child? Obviously I've brushed my teeth, it's 11AM." He sassed, kissing your lips.

You rolled your eyes at him to the camera, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

During the mid afternoon, you were sat on the couch, cuddled into him with your back against his side and his arm resting over your shoulder, palm flat on your chest, holding your boob. His lips occasionally came to the crown of your head, mindlessly pecking your hair while he watched the football.

You pulled a face, bringing your hand up and ruffling your hair.

"What you doin'?" He frowned.

"Thought there was something in my hair." You replied.

"Yeah, my kiss. Leave it alone." He said, kissing your head again, only for you to ruffle your hair up again, "What's your problem?"

"Nothing!"

"You confuse me every day, girl, I swear to God." Morgan sighed, turning his attention back to the tellie.

By dinner time, he'd clocked onto the fact you were wiping all of his kisses away and was starting to get really annoyed.

You were showing your Chinese deliveroo to the camera when he came at you, kissing your cheek aggressively.

"Morgan!" You screamed and then laughed, wiping it away.

"Why do you keep doing that?!"

"Doing what?" You shook your head.

He kissed you again, and you wiped it away again.

"That! Wiping my kisses off!"

"I'm not."

"Right, come here."

You stood right in front of him, putting your plate on the kitchen counter. He grabbed your face in his hands and firmly kissed you. You snorted, pursing your lips and rubbing them together. Slowly, your hand travelled up to your lips, fingers cautiously wiping at your lips.

"Oh my bloody fuckin' Christ!" Morgan groaned, stepping away, "If you didn't want any kisses today, you could've just said, instead of wiping them all away."

"I literally have no idea what you're talking about." You shrugged.

He stood there, staring at you with a face like a smacked arse, "Seriously?"

"What?" You bobbled your head dramatically.

"Say sorry, 'coz you're actually getting on my nerves now. What have I done?"

"Nothing—"

"Don't say nothing 'coz you're obviously in a pissy mood and if you want me to leave you alone, just say so." He said, genuinely seeming aggravated.

"Morgan, I was just playing." You sighed deflatedly, pouting as you realised this prank wasn't worth it if his feelings were getting hurt.

"What d'you mean?"

"It was just a prank. It's been trending on TikTok and I wanted to try it. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"You're actually gonna kill me with all these fuckin' pranks one day, sweetheart, I swear t'God." Morgan huffed, bringing you in for a hug and kissing the top of your head.

"Getting back at you for all the times you make me jump awake for screaming in your office."

comments:

user1 yeah yeah happy for you guys😒

user2 COMMUNICATION GOALS HELLO

user3 see why couldn't my bf be like this.

user4 he's so soft with her even when he's annoyed😕😕

user5 pls how do you put up with her she's so annoying and always messing at in ur face.

↳ angryginge13 fuck off mate honestly.

↳ user5 just telling u how it is🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

↳ angryginge13 u wouldn't know what you're seeing coz your seeing a one minute clip of our day, not our entire life story. give it a rest

user6 this is the most realistic outcome of this trend, all the other ones seem staged or scripted

↳ user7 totally agree!! either that or the man seems too unbothered for me. like lol girl stand up he doesn't care abt u

↳ user8 frfr! u can see ginge genuinely cares about his relationship with reader and instead of brushing it off/ blowing up on her, he just asks if she needs space.

user9 goals.

"Oh my God, it's that!" You gasped, interrupting him whilst he was reading off the menu for somewhere you were going to order food from.

"What's 'that'? Carbonara?" He frowned, scrolling back up.

"No, I just remembered that earlier, I found out why my boobs are so small." You said.

He looked up at you through his eyelashes, eyebrows furrowed, "Small?"

"Yeah." You nodded.

"Sweetheart, the last thing your tits are, are small. The first thing they are, is perfect. So shut up."

"Small boobs can be perfect too, mine just happen to be—"

"You're literally a D cup, stop coming out with stupid shit. Do you want cheesy garlic bread or not?"

"Yeah." You giggled, clicking the tick and then adding a caption and posting it.

comments:

bowling42069 it's true, you've got big jugs

↳ yourusername thanks hev xx

↳ bowling42069 😘😘😘

user1 didn't know chazza and reader had the same bra size

↳ angryginge13 HAHAHAHAHA

↳ angryginge13 readers are better looking though

↳ user1 oh my god the king replied to me

user2 girl how tf are you a D-cup why is ur body so perfect like IM SO JELLY

↳ yourusername UGH TY ANGEL!! it took a long time to be comfortable in my own body! i fear growing up as a girl is the worst experience of your life but you are so so so beautiful xx

↳ user3 her body isn't perfect tho. have u seen her in low rise jeans? she has a muffin top lmfao. ick.

↳ user4 bold coming from you, you're 14 with a receding hairline already. yikes.

↳ user5 you couldn't bag her anyway

↳ angryginge13 shut the fuck up you dirty little virgin.

↳ shakirakhan16 we got 14 year old boys commenting nasty shit about beautiful, natural bodies now. wtf world

↳ yourusername fun fact, your stomach bloats when you eat food, meaning yes, i would indeed have quite a significant 'muffin top' as you called it, after eating

↳ heinz_baines i hope your ma sees this and caves your head in

user6 how to achieve ginge and mrs ginge relationship standards is my recent search history

↳ bowling42069 it's actually reader and her accessory xx

↳ user7 PREACH QUEEN HEATHER

↳ yourusername beautiful, sexy, stunning heather bowling and ... michael.

↳ taysmcr bro what did i do???