#livley

[the-low-key-legend]

rhea out there in liv's old shirt... they ain't never beating the toxic yuri allegations 🤷‍♀️

[dalekofchaos]

Desperately want Roxanne to fake homewreck TJD(a ploy by Finn to fuck with Dom) so we can get Liv 4 Brutality back

Also they kiss. If AEW can do it, L4B can too

[diedinariptide]

Needy

CW: light smut

Soft lips stirred Rhea awake, seeking the warmth of her neck. Liv plastered her with feverish little bites, hardly anything that would bruise come tomorrow afternoon. A devilish glint greeted her as Liv felt her return to the land of the living.

"Such a needy girl."

The first few birds chirped along the lazy morning, light stringing in through the sheer curtains painting Liv in hues of marigold and morning glory. Her blonde hair glowed in the low light, a halo over her divine skin. In the early hours, when the city was at its most quiet, nothing could be louder than Liv's inherent beauty before her.

In a few hours, they'd have to pretend they didn't spend the night together. But in the current moment, Rhea could allow herself to indulge in what Liv had to offer.

Liv's tantalising lips moved lower, dancing over Rhea's skin towards their own nirvana.

"Don't tell me you don't want it." Liv kissed the inner side of Rhea's thigh, a kiss for every single mark she left the night before. Rhea was sweet like honey and addicting like the most expensive wine. One sip, and you'd be lost in the taste.

"Last night wasn't enough?"

"Never."

Between the sheets, Liv could be honest. Of wanting more than the cold stares she was met with in the ring. More than anything, she wanted to be close. And to indulge in the worst decision she could ever make, to let herself be swallowed up by Rhea and be destroyed by her hand. All willingly, like a fool stuck in love with a fairytale. Her body craved the danger, sighed after it, seeking out the pain of mutual destruction.

As Rhea took, Liv wanted to take. Of being the one that made the other crave more. Oh so much more.

Liv's tongue sought out her heat, a slow lick sending a familiar tingle through Rhea's body. She's as sweet as ever, tangy with a slight hint of last night's sweat. A taste that's unmistakably Rhea. Intrusive and addictive. Claws holding Rhea down, Liv devoured her cunt with a patience she wasn't owed.

Even sweeter were the sounds Rhea muffled, biting down on her own hand. Self control was a hard thing for her to give up, and Liv knew Rhea was struggling not to moan her name. The first time she heard it was a mistake, one that cost Liv many restless nights with her hand between her own legs, dreaming of hearing it again.

And like Rhea, Liv didn't want to lose.

For as much self restraint Rhea had, Liv had experience undoing all that. She didn't need words, only a well placed tongue around her clit and a couple fingers.

Liv could hear the muffled curses threatening to break free, the shudder every time her tongue moved inside Rhea's cunt and the wetness that stained her thighs. She drank it all up, preferring to let her body speak for her.

Liv's eyes found Rhea's, glinting with extacy and mischief. Really, Rhea should have given up right then and there. This was a match she was fated to lose.

Liv's lithe fingers moved inside of Rhea, curling just the way she knew would drive her insane. Liv didn't care if anyone else heard them. She needed Rhea to scream her lungs raw.

Rhea's clit was as sensitive as ever, teetering on it being painful to have it sucked and bitten. No matter how much restraint Rhea thought she had, she broke.

"Oh my fucking–." Rhea gripped the sheets. She was barely audible.

Not good enough. Liv needed her to scream. Liv flicked her tongue, sucking harder on where Rhea was the most sensitive. She added another finger, and Rhea could take it. Rhea never bothered to ask Liv if she wanted or could take more. There was no reason why she couldn't extend the same favour towards her. Three fingers deep, Liv fucked her in slow strokes.

It took everything in Rhea not to grab Liv by the hair to fuck her mouth, she had to lie there to take what was offered. Payback could come later.

Liv tightened Rhea like a string, pulling and pulling until she was arching her back, threatening to break at the tension. Unable to take more, Liv yanks her further. It's impossibly tight, light flashing as Rhea burned from the inside.

As much fun as it would have been to edge her all day, Liv wasn't as cruel. This wasn't the time for that.

A string of cursewords followed, incomprehensible to anyone that didn't know Rhea like Liv did. Broken, louder, and louder, Rhea came undone at her hand. Liv felt Rhea tighten around her fingers, hips rutting against her mouth as Rhea came.

Satisfied with her work, Liv slipped out, a lazy smile on her face. She admired Rhea's laboured breathing as she came down, there was something beautiful about having Rhea at her mercy. It didn't happen often, so one had to take in the sight whenever it was possible.

[petitmonde]

Okay, yeah, definitely you're doing it on purpose. But two can play that game.

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In an instant, Rhea reversed their positions, pinning Liv to the mat with a hard thud.

"I'm sure that was an accident, right?" Rhea's question was rhetorical. No matter the answer, the consequences of the disrespect she had been shown were the same.

Rhea pressed her arm against Liv's throat, her fury shining through her eyes as Liv didn't budge. Liv was still smiling as if it didn't hurt at all, a taunt if she ever saw one. If Liv wanted her at her worst, who was she to deny her of her wishes?

[eradicateme]

So if Triple H can bring back InDex

Then just maybe….

[living-dead-dyke]

i don't have a quip i just think they should kiss

[dalekofchaos]

What will always remain L4B by iamlng

[the-low-key-legend]

Lady Love Month -> Day Twenty

Rhea Ripley and Liv Morgan meet on the cell block of a women's prison somewhere east of Oklahoma City. Rhea's doing time for armed robbery and Liv's facing twenty-five to life on a first-degree murder charge.

They click instantly, the attraction between them obvious and palpable, and the other inmates cut them a wide berth. They care only for each other, have eyes and time only for each other, and their relationship borders on obsession from the moment their lips touch.

They set their plan into motion over the long holiday weekend, a skeleton crew of lowlife guards acting as the only security on site, and overpowering them, outsmarting them, is a thrill second only to the kill.

They steal a car about five miles from the prison, a mundane sedan, and they're half a state away before anyone even knows they're gone.

Rhea's still a sadistic sociopath, though, and Liv's an unmedicated schizophrenic with no less than six documented personalities, and violence is what they do, what they crave.

It's only a matter of time, and no one is safe from their revenge tour.