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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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[ OCT 6 ] - Play Along

[ Kinktober prompt ] - Sex Toys

[ Pairing ] - Liv Morgan x Reader 18+

Your mouth fell open, pure ecstasy flooding your veins as Liv returned the bullet vibrator onto your clit. Goosebumps covered your skin, not because you were cold but because the pleasure was getting too much. Kneeling there on the bed, completely at Liv’s disposal while her own knees kept your legs open for her, it felt so fucking good.

“You gonna cum again?” She teased, gently rubbing circles into your clit before her other hand came up to hold your jaw. You were so exhausted that even your head felt heavy, despite it being filled with absolutely nothing but how good she was making you feel. You nodded, barely able to look at her without your eyes rolling back. “Words, baby.”

“Yeah, please let me cum.” You whined, hips bucking into her hand as she pressed the vibrator against you harder. You could feel the coil twist in your lower stomach, your teeth biting into your own lip to contain yourself before your neighbours complained. You were about to ask again, but instead she pushed the vibrator into your and started toying with your clit with her fingers.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes closed as you felt yourself clench around the vibrator, mind completely gone as Liv circled your clit. Before your could say anything the coil snapped, making you cry out and fall forwards onto your girlfriend to lean your head on your shoulder. You writhed and whined as the vibrations didn’t stop, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave.

You were sure she was done after she took the vibrator out of you, her hand gently running across your hot skin, praises being whispered into your ear as she tried to calm you down. Until she pushed your head away and cupped your face, pecking your lips before smirking into the kisses.

“I’m not done with you yet.” You looked up at her, watching as she moved so that she was underneath you, something poking your entrance as she brushed her hips up. “Can you do one more? For me, please?”

You look down, the tip of her strap already pressed up against you just waiting. You could feel how wet you were, the juices running down your thighs proving exactly that. You slightly nodded and leaned down to kiss her, feeling her hands roughly grab your hips before she pushed hers up. You cried out into the kiss, unable to focus on anything other than how quick Liv was going.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She laughed, watching intently as your face contorted in pleasure. She didn’t slow herself down even when your nails dug into her skin.

“Please, slow-” You moaned as she thrusted up again, hands most definitely leaving marks for days. “Slow down, p- please. I can’t- too much.”

“Take it.”

You had no choice but to obey, look down at her with tears in your eyes before she finally delivered the last thrust, seeing as you broke apart on top of her. Your nails dug into her skin, mouth open as moans escaped you, eyes rolling back. You looked so fucking good like that, and she couldn’t wait until she got to see you on top of her again.

“N-no more.” You pleaded, releasing a sigh of relief when she kissed your cheek and nodded. She praised you as you collapsed on top of her, laying comfortably as she kissed your face.

“Let me pull out-”

“Stay, please.”

She stayed still for a moment before the patters she was tracing into your back resumed, kissing your hair line as the two of you laid there in silence.

“Okay.”

THE END

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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A Liv Morgan imagine where her and the reader go on vacation together and maybe a lil smutty if ur feeling up to it. I am in need of some pillow princess Liv.

Special vacation

Liv Morgan x Reader 18+

whoever you are I love you

Liv getting two weeks off work was a miracle. With the title being in her hands, they wanted to develop some other wrestlers into returning into WWE before Liv went out to fight Ronda again. She was so excited. She rarely got to see you as it was and now she could wake up in your arms every morning. She could kiss you Goodnight. She could tell you she loved you everyday.

So naturally with so much time, you took her on a road trip. Your destinations varied. You stared out in the UK, driving down south to catch a ferry to France where you stayed for four days. You drove to Spain after that, then Portugal until it was finally time to return back home.

The trip was amazing. Visiting so many different places in different countries in such a short amount of time was exciting as well as draining. France, Spain, Belgium, Portugal, they were all beautiful, but nothing beat the view of your girlfriend sleeping in your arms.

“You okay?” You asked, a small giggle escaping your lips when Liv whines in tiredness into her pillow. You’d just left the shower, finding your girlfriend curled up in a ball under the duvet with her eyes shut tight, trying to sleep. You walked closer and kissed her cheek before climbing in beside her, letting her head rest on your chest. “Tired?”

She only nodded her head, a little exhale making its way out of her mouth. You moved a slightly to get comfy, but as you did you moved your thigh a little to harshly up and ended up pressing it up against Liv’s centre. She whined into your skin, arms wrapping a little trigger around you while her hips bucked, a red blush covering her face.

“How tired?” You chuckled, gently lifting your leg up again so she could grind down on your thigh. Her breath hitched, but her hips kept on slowly rubbing up and down your bare skin. The shorts she had on barely did anything to protect her from the pleasure, and the more she did it, the more vocal she was.

She was struggling to keep up. You didn’t blame her though, she was already tired to begin with so you subtly flipped her over, kissing down her neck enough for her to feel it. Your leg left her throbbing centre though, so you left her needy and tired, and that meant she she’d do anything to get what she wanted.

Her hand grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you slowly downwards towards where she needed you most. Your hands wandered under her shirt while your mouth kissed the skin on her neck, so you decided to slowly move down like she wanted you to.

“Please.” She whined when she felt you slipping off her shorts and tossing them somewhere onto the floor. “Baby, please.”

You immediately got to work, tongue licking up her slit before you dedicated your time to her clit. Her back arched, hand gripping into your hair as she silently asked for more. As much as you wanted to, you knew taking your time on her wouldn’t be a smart idea, not now anyway.

Your tongue sped up, licking and sucking on her clit until you could feel her clench around nothing, knowing she was close. The noises she let out were addicting, the little whimpers and silent pleads as she came all over your tongue were music to your ears.

“I’m- fuck.”

You didn’t stop though, tongue slowly and teasingly circling her clit again and again. The grip on your hair got tighter the more you did it, clearly overstimulating her a little.

“(Y/N). Baby-”

“You can give me one more, can’t you?”

She whined and panted as your tongue returned on her clit, slowly increasing your pace when she nodded in agreement. Her hips bucked into your face, yet her hands tried to pull your head away from her as the pleasure got too much. It didn’t take much for her to cum again, the dizziness she felt making her eyes see white spots for a second.

“(Y/N)!” She cried, back arched, thighs squeezing around your head as her hands pushed your head away. “It’s too much, please.”

You pulled away fully to see her body shake with pleasure, thighs still squeezed together as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. You pushed yourself up and leaned down, kissing all over her face as she came down from her high before pulling the covers over your bodies. She ended up cuddling closer to you, arms around your waist as she spooned you from the side.

“Thank you.” She pecked your neck, melting into you when she felt your hand rub up and down her back. You kissed her hairline and let her fall asleep before you let yourself do so, enjoying her comfortable company before you dozed off too.

THE END

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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Ok ok so I have an idea for a Liv Morgan fic..

What if liv and reader secretly get married and liv accidentally reveals it and we see backstage reactions from the other wrestlers

To Elope

Liv Morgan x Reader

The ring on her finger wasn’t really a ring. That was okay though, because to others it was just a band she wore because she liked it. She definitely did, especially since you gave it to her. You put that band on her finger. You married her.

The whole point was that nobody knew. She’d have her whole life out in the public and she’d sacrifice anything to have a little privacy with you, away from cameras and tiktok edits. So you eloped to Iceland when Liv had her holiday season, away from anyone eyes that could recognise her.

You didn’t mind being a private ‘thing’ of Liv’s life. It actually felt quite nice for it to be just you and her, but at the same time you didn’t care if she decided to tell anyone and you established that she was free to do so whenever.

That was until today, when Liv accidentally blurted out that she had a wife she was going to hang out with instead of going out with some of the other wrestlers in her division. Her eyes went wide, subconsciously rubbing her thumb on the wedding band on her ring finger as she watched everyone else stare at her with raised eyebrows.

“Wife?” Becky smirked, being the first to speak up within the silence that occurred when Liv exposed her title. Liv opened her mouth to say something - anything but she closed it right back up when no words came out. “When did you get married?”

Sonya grabbed her shoulders and brought her in for a hug, laughing gently in Liv’s ear as Liv froze.

“I knew that didn’t mean nothing.” She lifted Liv’s hand and showed them the band on her finger, smirking at the blushing blonde as everyone smiled at her. It felt as if every single being with eyes was staring through her. She didn’t mean to expose it like this, although there’s been plans on telling some of the wrestlers there, but it seemed like she just did that herself without thinking about it. “So, who is this girl?”

“Hold on, when did you get married?” Becky repeated her question, completely oblivious to everything. Out of everyone she seemed most stunned, the others either smirked or nodded.

“Summer break.” She finally spoke up, laughing a little as people began standing up to hug her in congratulations. She then answered a few more questions before she took out her phone to show them a picture from your wedding night. It was just a selfie of the two of you showing your wedding bands.

“Awh, I can’t believe you didn’t tell us.” Becky smiled, now too bringing Liv in for a hug. “I could of been your best man.”

THE END

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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Baby, I Want a Baby.

Liv Morgan x Reader

She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry. Watching you run around with Becky Lynch’s son back stage to keep him occupied as his mother wrestled was both heart warming and heart wrenching. She wanted that with you, and she’d genuinely go any lengths to get it…apart from gaining the guts to tell you about her wish.

You looked so happy as you ran around and tried to catch the little boy, only exaggerating falling over once he managed to catch you. He climbed over you and cheered in victory, imitating his mother when she once won a match. You laughed and giggled along, grabbing his little hands and lifting them up in cheers.

Liv’s womb was screaming. She was imagining you with your child, and having to watch you do that with them all day everyday just felt…right. She wanted to have a baby, your baby, with you. She wanted that part of you forever; she wanted to love you and care for you along with your little family. She needed it, but she just couldn’t gain the courage to tell you.

“If you want one, I can give you mine for a week.” Becky laughed beside Liv, sweaty and breathless from her match just seconds prior. Liv only chuckled along, still watching you and the child play. “Do you?”

Liv’s brows furrowed, finally breaking her gaze from you and onto Becky. She had a confused expression on her face, only confirming that she was not listening to a word Becky was saying when she was staring at you.

“Want a baby?” Becky repeated. “With (Y/N)?”

Liv looked over her face before sighing. It’s all she wanted, but she was terrified of scaring you off with the idea. She wanted to keep you, she loved you more than anything in the world, even more than the title she just won. The blonde shrugged, biting the inside of her lip just as she looked back at the two of you.

“Mom!” Becky’s son noticed she was done and climbed off of you, running immediately into her arms. You were left on the floor, looking to the side only to be met with Liv’s bright smile. You returned the gesture, groaning as you pushed your body up onto your feet.

“She’d be a great mother.” Becky whispered before waving at you, nodding in thanks at keeping her son occupied before walking off with him to her husband. You waved back, winking at the little boy who only giggled, walking away to his dad.

“You okay?” You asked your girlfriend as you walked closer to her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders to pull her closer. She looked a little bummed out when you looked at her as she was talking to Becky. Thankfully she didn’t notice you watching them talk. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.” She shrugged, placing her head in the crook of your neck. Her own arms circled your waist, pulling you impossibly close. For some odd reason, she replayed what Becky had told her.

She’d be a great mother.

Of course you would. Just seeing you around kids made her baby fever skyrocket. Tears weren’t planned, but somehow in the middle of the busy backstage, her eyes started to water. She didn’t even know why, but she did, and she did a terrible job and hiding it.

“Hey, Liv.” You kissed her temple and pulled away once you felt her breathing distort slightly, cupping her face while rubbing away her tears with your thumbs. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid.” She shook her head, quickly wiping her cheeks. Before you said anything you gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a more secluded room. It wasn’t completely private, but barely anyone looked in here anyway, so it was good enough for now.

“I bet it isn’t.” You kissed her forehead, rubbing your hands up and down her biceps.

“What if it makes you leave?” That took you aback. It must be serious enough to have Liv doubt herself. It broke your heart at her state, eyes teary as she wrapped her arms around her waist. She was shy; she felt shy. And she felt scared.

“It won’t…”

“You don’t know that.”

“Whatever it is, you can trust me, you know?”

She looked up, biting the inside of her cheek before sighing out loud. She rubbed her face in her hands, contemplating whether to say it or even how to word it. Why couldn’t she just say it? She’d never know. It felt harder than any physical in ring thing she’s ever done. After a moment of silence she bought her hands down, looked at you and bit her lip in anticipation.

“I love you, and I’ve been thinking about it for ages but I’m scared that you’ll…I don’t know.” She took a deep breath trying to calm her beating heart, looking down at the floor before facing you again. “Seeing you run around with Becky’s son just…I don’t know. I want that, with you, but I just…”

“You want a baby?” You simply said, a surprised yet gentle expression on your face. Your eyebrows raised, yet your hands remained on her biceps, thumb stroking up and down her skin. She stared a little at you, feeling as her heart beat only got louder in her ears when you said it so simply, so directly.

She slowly nodded; “I want to carry our baby.” She shyly looked at you, trying to gauge your reaction carefully. She was struggling to breathe with the sudden silence, your face looked too stunned to say anything. It wasn’t until you smiled and cupped her face that she breathed out.

You pecked her lips a couple of times, whispering a gentle; “I’d love that.” against her lips before pulling her in a little rougher. You felt as she relaxed into your embrace slowly, smiling just as wide as you once she did so completely.

“I’d love a little Liv running around.”

“What if he’s a boy.” She laughed.

“Then we panic.”

She laughed again, pulling your waist so she could press her head into your chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Liv.”

THE END

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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Skip On a Date

Liv Morgan x Reader 18+

Summary - you watch the love of your life get ready for a date with someone that isn’t you.

You watched Liv from her bed, your legs crossed over her duvet while your hands laid in your lap, playing with your fingers. She looked insanely pretty, hair down flowing down her back, a new dress she bought with you just a few weeks ago now was fitted to her body nicely.

It hurt watching her get ready for a date with someone that wasn’t you. You’d been here before, advising her on what to wear, how to look. Her dates never lead anywhere, but she rarely went and was usually excited for them so you didn’t want to ruin that for her.

For some reason, today it just hurt that much more. The way she smiled into the mirror at you, looking over her shoulder as she fixed her hair.

“You okay?” She asked, turning around with one of her eyebrows raised. You looked at her from her bed, a small smirk playing on your lips. Nodding, you placed your arms behind you so you could lean on them.

“You look nice, is all.” You shrugged, taking your eyes off of her to look down at the duvet. Your fingers picked at the material as you pouted your lips, trying to get rid of the grin on your face. You tried not to make it obvious that your crush for the wrestler hadn’t increased each time you saw her get all dressed up for a date.

She must of noticed because she came by and sat down next to you on the bed, looking at you with confusion.

“What’s on your mind?” She asked, bending her head towards you. You looked at her and bend your head the same way, a small smile on your lips again.

You don’t know what it was, but the little ache in your heart told you to say something. You couldn’t ignore it anymore, and so you spoke up. Your eyes met hers, the tension now completely shifted into a heavier one.

“Don’t go on that date.” You whispered, watching as she tried to suppress a smile, an eyebrow raised at you.

“Why not?” She whispered back, leaning in a bit closer to you.

“You know why.”

She smiled when you said it, biting her lip before looking your body up and down. With slight hesitation but huge confidence, she sat up on her knees and crawled towards you.

Her hands landed on your legs before she crawled some more, her knees now either side of your thighs while her hands slid around your neck, all while she kept eye contact with you.

“Say it.” She whispered, her lips dangerously close to your own. You smiled, leaning up the tiniest bit to tease her before pulling away again.

“Because…” you looked up at her and smirked. “…I think you should go on a date with me instead.”

“Yeah?” She smiled, your hands on the bare part of her thighs, just above her knees. You simply nodded, feeling her smile against your lips before she finally connected your with hers.

It was soft at first, her arms circling around your neck gently, adjusting herself so she comfortable sat in your lap, her legs either side of your thighs.

It wasn’t until your hands started wandering did her kiss get rougher. Her arms pulled you even closer and she moaned into your mouth when your fingers reached under the hem of her dress. She pressed her forehead against yours to catch her breath when she pulled away, feeling as your hands didn’t stop and the hem of her dress.

She wanted more. She’d wanted more from you since forever, you just didn’t notice.

Her hips gently bucked when your fingertips reached the hem of her underwear, eyes begging you to do something more. She was getting impatient with your teasing touches and your mocking smirk, she needed you and she needed you now.

Her hand landed on your wrist, steadily leading your hand towards where she wanted you most.

“Please?”

You chuckled, connected your lips with hers once more.

“Impatient, are we?”

Your thumb pressed onto her clothed clit before she could respond, watching as she shut her eyes and gasped into your mouth. You could feel how wet she was though her underwear, the material quickly soaking up her juices as she tired to thrust her hips down on your thumb to get any bit of friction she could.

“Your so beautiful, Liv.” You whispered, starting to circle your thumb on her clit, slowly increasing your speed the more she started to whine. Her hips bucked more and more until you felt she was close, to which you completely stopped all of your movements but kept your hands under her dress.

“Don’t stop, please.” She opened her eyes and begged, emitting a little smirk from you before you moved her panties to the side and pushed your middle finger into her. She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut, looking Godly above you.

“So wet for me, huh?”

She nodded quickly, mouth open as her hips rose on your lap, pleasure hitting her ten times harder than before.

“Just for you.” She whispered when you started thrusting in and out, adding another finger into her. “Please, let me cum.”

She placed her head into the crook of your neck as she rode your fingers, her orgasm not far away as you felt her clutch her walls around you. Her ragged breathing against your neck, her shaking legs, you knew she was about to cum and this time you weren’t going to stop her.

“I’m so close.”

You curled your fingers and you felt her breath hitch. Her whole body shook, arms holding onto you for dear life as an orgasm rippled through her body. You kept thrusting until she was off her high, rubbing your other hand on her side to calm her down.

She let go of your neck and leaned down again, whining into your mouth as she kissed you, feeling you take your fingers out of her slowly.

You smiled against her lips, kissing her a bit more before pulling away to hear her heavy breathing.

“You should probably cancel that date.”

She smiled down at you, pecking your lips a few times before nodding and leaving to grab her phone, texting someone and then throwing it to the side. She smiled at you again, cupping your face before bringing it on closer towards her lips.

You rolled over, laying Liv onto the mattress as you climbed on top of her.

“Will you let me take you out on a date then?” You bit your lip and leaned down, enough for your lips to be touching again but not close enough to kiss her yet.

She nodded her head, a small smile on her lips. Her hand took grip on the side of your neck, bringing you closer to her lips once more.

“Definitely.”

THE END

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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☁️ with the queen herself liv morgan?

Pet names w/ Liv Morgan

Okay so idk what a soft Hc is so imma just go with something cute 😭

☁️ Liv is a sucker for nicknames. Although she had a few picked out for you, babe, hun, and so on, she absolutely melts when you use yours on her. They just seem to affect her more than hers do on you; maybe it’s just her thing, nonetheless, she loves it.

☁️ You called her Princess at one point as a joke and when you saw how red her face had gotten you smirked. She was just making coffee, cheeks red as she tried to hide her blush away from you. You only use that one occasionally so you don’t overuse it.

☁️ She’s also a massive sucker for anything that has ‘my’ in front of it. My Love, My Girl, makes her fold instantly. Those you use constantly, your contact name for her on your phone is ‘My Love’ and she sometimes texts you just to see it pop on your phone.

☁️ I feel like she gets flustered really easily too, especially with someone she loves so you’d just call her random pet names just to see her blush. She’ll usually put her head in the crook of your neck to try hide her red cheeks from you.

THE END

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fict1onallyobsessed · 1 year

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[ DEC 9 ] - Bruised Asses

[ Sledcember prompt ] - Ice Skating

[ Pairing ] - Liv Morgan x Reader

The cold nipped at your skin, but the fact Liv was dragging you to some frozen over lake near her house made you that much warmer. She’s been talking constantly about ice skating during the winter season, and especially now that it was her first Christmas with you, she was overly excited.

Liv told you stories about how she’d skate in the lake behind her house ever since she movies there, which made you relax a little knowing he had a little bit of experience. You however had no idea what was going on, and you could barely walk on your own two feet as it was. So Liv inviting you, or rather dragging you, to the lake was cute but terrifying.

“You’ll be fine, babe” she reassured you. You only hummed and looked over the ice in front of you. It looked thin, too thin for your liking, but you knew that you couldn’t get out of this regardless of what you tried to do. You promised and would hate to let her down. “Do what I do, I’ll teach you.”

You sighed nervously but complied, struggling to stand up after you managed to put your skates on. Liv giggled at you and she stepped onto the ice, checking it was right to skate on before returning to the edge towards you. She extended her arms, letting you grab on before letting you step onto the ice yourself.

You tried your hardest to balance yourself, ending up in a very weird half-squat half-standing position by the end that Liv ended up laughing at anyway. You squeezed her arms so much you swore you could feel her pulse but not once did she complain, simply teaching you more tips on how to balance and stay upright.

“There! Now let go of me.” She spoke, almost too calmly. You looked up at her like she’d just asked you to do the most unforgivable thing imaginable. You shook your head, but by the time you could react she moved backwards leaving you to fend for yourself.

“Morgan, get back here.” You whispered, too concentrated on balancing than speaking. You’d even managed to hold your breath long enough to swim 4 swimming pools, Liv had to remind you to breathe. Your arms were outstretched, knees a little bent which you stayed still, not daring to move a muscle. “Babe, please.”

“Copy me.” She giggled, starting to show you how to skate forwards. Once you very poorly got it, she cheered and encouraged you to go faster. Obviously apprehensive at first, you slowly worked yourself up until you were skating at a faster pace than before. Liv did everything to cheer you on, giggling as you tripped over small anomalies in the ice that you weren’t used to.

At one point you secretly underestimated your ability to stop, and as you’d sped up Liv skated right into your path. You squealed and grabbed onto her, the two of you ended up on the floor of the ice in a fit of giggles. Liv couldn’t contain herself as she hugged you closer despite the fact the ice was freezing both of your assess off.

“We need to do that more often.” She claimed. “Get you trained up ready for the next winter.”

You hummed, quite comfortable laying on the ice with Liv. The white clouds coming from your mouths as you spoke just showed how cold it actually was.

“Enough for today though, I’m freezing.” You sat up as you agreed, waiting for Liv to stand so she could help you to stand. Once you were on your own two feet, she wrapped her arms around your shoulder and hugged you. Embraced like this on the ice felt much more stable than when you were skating alone, and much warmer at that too.

“Thanks for teaching me this, even thought my ass is bruised.”

She leaned down and kissed your lips, a small chuckle leaving her lips.

“Your welcome, and mine too.”

THE END

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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My idea is for any female wrestler and it is very angsty the idea is that either the reader or the female wrestler of your choosing is not openly gay and it causes a lot of problems in their relationship and finally the person who is out to the public (either reader or wrestler) gives the other an ultimatum that they either have to come out to the world or they break up and the one who is not out doesn’t know what to do so then the person who is out breaks up with them but at the end the one who isn’t out to the public comes out and admits their love for the other person

I hope this makes sense

Ultimatum

Liv Morgan x Reader

“Be like that then.” She groaned, standing up from the sofa. You were leaning against the door frame, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

“You either tell them or I’m gone.”

The argument was pretty stupid at first, originating from a innocent joke you’d made in the morning, and now to this. The feedback from the public she’d been getting about her relationship with Rhea has gotten worse over the past week, and to say you weren’t jealous, would be a lie.

She froze in her spot and stared at you dumbfounded, obviously thinking your exaggerating at first until she say your face. She didn’t say anything, sighing as she looked down at her feet.

Your exhaled a laugh, uncrossing your arms as you nodded with an understanding but disappointed smile.

“You can’t make me chose.” She said quietly as you pushed yourself off of the door frame.

“Looks like you just did that yourself.”

With that, you were gone. The thud of the door was much more harsher than intended, but you had every right to be mad.

She endured comments about her and Rhea being shipped together, but when you bought up her coming out as your girlfriend…the mood changed instantly.

You spend the next three days in silence. You didn’t lock yourself out, but simply ignored everyone’s existence until they interacted with you. There was no reason, other than absolutely no motivation to do anything as you watched Liv and Rhea in the ring on your Instagram feed almost daily.

It wasn’t until you woke up and saw loads of messages from people you’d not met, nor knew about before. They were all the same.

Each and every single one of them was a link to an interview Liv had been in the night before. You watched it with a sigh, not knowing what was about to happen.

It was mostly a meet and greet where people could ask any questions they wanted and the wrestlers would answer them. Becky, Liv, Rhea sat in a line as they picked random people to ask.

“Are you and Liv in a romantic relationship?”

“…erm no. We’re not.” Rhea replied, knowing damn well about your argument with Liv three days prior.

“Does that mean you’re both in a relationship separately? What does this intale about your sexuality? Many would love to know.”

You couldn’t really believe someone would ask that, and as you about to turn off your phone, Liv spoke up.

“Actually, yeah, I was.”

“With whom?”

The other wrestlers went silent, letting Liv have her moment to speak. Crown flashed with more questions, but Liv only focused on the previous one.

“Another woman, her name was (Y/N).”

That’s as far as she spoke. Many were curious as to why she used past tense, but they soon had to leave due to scheduling. Liv’s fans must of literally went through her millions of followers to find you, which for some reason, made you feel special.

With a sigh of happiness this time, you went on Instagram and messaged the one person you’d missed to dearly.

‘Hey, Liv.’

THE END

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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Can we get one where Liv finds out R has a tattoo somewhere not obvious and falls in love with it when she does???!!!! THANK YOUUU

Mission Tattoo

Liv Morgan x Reader

A/N - tattoo tropes>>>>

"What's that?" She stopped for a second, eyes squinting to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. She firstly brushed it of thinking it was a tight shirt, but when your hoodie rose up for the second time, she couldn't ignore it.

You stopped, dropping from your toes back onto your feet. You'd been reaching up into the top kitchen cupboard to try find a mug to make coffee in.

"What's what?" You weren't very sure what she was referring to, especially with the confused look on her face.

She pushed her body off the counter she was sitting on and walked closer to you just as you put your arms down, forgetting completely about the cup and the coffee you wanted. She reached for the hem of the material of your hoodie, eyes hesitant to make another move.

You hadn't been dating for long, a couple months at best, so as comfortable you were with each other, you were still finding stuff out about the other. One thing you didn't necessarily try to hide but did it quite successfully was your tattoo, instantly clicking onto what she was so curious about.

Smiling, you helped her lift up the back side of your clothing to reveal the ink that covered your skin. It was delicately weaved in between beautifully perfect lines and colours that seemed to contrast each other in your favour. How she hadn't noticed it before was the ultimate nobody really knew the answer to.

It travelled further your back where you hoodie would have to be completely taken off to see the full picture. You weren't embarrassed of it, in fact you took pride in it. Being able to take the pain of such a large back tattoo was an challenge not many could could accomplish. But this was your girlfriend you we talking in about. What if she didn't like it? Or didn't like tattoo's in general?

"Holy shit." She breathed, fingers gently caressing the small of your back where the tattoo ended. She was in a daze she didn't seem to want to get out of, simply too hypnotised within the lines of ink to say anything coherent. "Can I see the whole thing?"

You nodded, a small smile emitting on your face when you looked over your shoulder to see her gazing into your back. Lifting your arms to grab the rest of the jumper over your head, you revealed the completed piece.

Liv only scoffed in disbelief, holding onto your waist while her eyes scanned each and ever detail your tattoo artist put in.

"You like it?" Your question seemed to bring her back to reality, a sudden smile erupted on her lips.

"Are you kidding? Its gorgeous."

Ever since then she was constantly staring at you whenever you were showing even a tiny bit of your back, a smile instantly replacing whatever emotion that was on her face each time. Taking mental notes, you made sure to 'accidentally' reach a little too high so your shirt rose up, and 'accidentally' not realise she's in the room while you changed.

It was amusing to see her so love struck, and it only made you fall in love with her even more.

At night or when you were cuddling, if you shirt was raised up a little she'd trace the little patterns of ink on your lower back. It eventually turned into her asking you to take of your shirt entirely so she could 'finish the piece'.

You held no objections, finding that it was quite relaxing and made you fall asleep far quicker than you'd originally would. She caught onto that really quickly, so whenever you were upset or in need of sleep, she'd always assist by simply running her nail across your back until she heard you snore.

"I want to get another one." You randomly said one day, walking into your shared bedroom before collapsing next to the blonde wrestler. You'd been together far longer now, your bond was basically unbreakable at this point.

"Where?" She looked up from her phone and placed it beside her, giving you her full attention. You sighed and looked up at Liv, who was now leaning on her elbow over your head. You took her hand and interlocked you fingers with hers, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought of an answer.

"Maybe a sleeve...I don't know yet."

She simply shrugged, smiling down at you.

"More for me to trace."

You took your gaze away from your interlocked hands and up at her face, smiling at how much you loved this woman. You'd not said it before, not finding the right time. Maybe you felt so secure with each other that you didn't feel a need in saying the three words. Actions spoke more than words, right?

But in that moment exactly, you felt something you'd not experienced before. An urge almost, if you'd like.

"I love you." It was barely above a whisper, but Liv definitely heard you. The little jump in her eyebrows confirmed that, and the smile on her face confirmed she loved you too.

She leaned down, pecking your lips a few times before she giggled, saying those four words you so dearly wanted to hear back.

"I love you, too."

THE END

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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Would you be able to do a liv Morgan x reader where she thinks reader cheated on her so reader goes out and gets drunk and when they eventually don’t come home she gets worried and goes to look for them and finds reader sleeping on a random bench at a park and she then takes them home and on the way there the reader says they would never cheat on her. If not it’s ok.

Cheater, Question mark.

Liv Morgan x Reader

I changed it up a bit because somehow I couldn’t make it make sense ;-; liv finds reader in a bar they used to go together to instead of the park bench

The slam of the door echoed through the whole house, yet somehow you found yourself completely not caring as you walked into the outside, taking in a desperately needed breath of fresh air.

The tears flowing down your cheeks showed so much yet explained nothing. You hadn’t even processed what you had just been accused off, completely catching you off guard.

“Why would I cheat on you?” You defended yourself after an hour of interrogation. You tried your best to remain calm but being accused of something so absurd was beyond you. You never gave her a reason to doubt you, so why would she think you spending an hour after work to work overtime once a month was justifiable as cheating?

“You tell me. You’re the one coming home late.” Her voice was completely monotonous, elbows leaning against her knees as tears ran down her face too. You knew about the trust issues she’d had in past relationships, but to not trust you felt a bit exaggerated.

“Liv, this isn’t the fucking movies! Just because I’m sorting something for work after hours means I’m either working overtime or the interns need help with paper work. I’ve told you this before.”

“You told me once. You’d be late once. Not every other fucking week!”

“I spend ONE out of THIRTY possible days to work overtime and I always come back to you. I sleep next to you, wake up next to you. Don’t you think I would have left if I found someone else?” You took a deep breath before finally finding the argument too ridiculous to continue. “Besides you have nothing to complain about. I keep my mouth shut when you latch yourself onto your fucking friends in the ring, way more than necessary. I’m sorry we acquired different career paths with different schedules.”

You only remember grabbing your coat and slamming the door after that.

Now you found yourself at the only place that could potentially give you comfort.

The bar you and Liv met in.

You were happy to get out of the rain, but the absolute nothingness in your heart completely outweighed the happiness of lack of rain.

Scanning the place before finding a seat at the bar, you recalled the first encounter you had with Liv. It was a late Sunday and you’d had a shitty day, thinking the bar would provide at least a little peace before you had to go home and finish the paper work for the next day. Little did you know that your decision would change your life forever.

“What would you like?” The bartender interrupted your thoughts. You were glad though, it’s not like you and Liv broke up.

“Um, whatever’s strongest.”

He nodded and got to work as you got back to looking into the distance, processing everything that just happened.

It wasn’t until your fourth hour at the bar did people start to pour out. At almost 1 am, everyone wanted to go home. Everyone apart from you. Thankfully, the bar was open for 24 hours, so you could sit there for days without being kicked out. The people in there were mostly respectful and kept to themselves, so being drunk wasn’t an issue.

Your head laid on the bar, an empty glass which had been refilled multiple times during your stay sat next to your clearly drunk form. You looked drunk, but your mind was filled with the same memory, replying it on a loop so much you felt dizzy.

Unknowing of what time it was, the sun was already coming up and not many people were left in the bar. People would start to fill in at about 10 am when football matches started. That’s when you planned to leave, but 10 was 9 hours away, and you had nowhere else to go.

You’d been there for almost five hours already, resting your head on the bar as you watched the replay of the match from the morning. You weren’t into football, but there was nothing else to look at or focus on, and letting your mind wonder would result in more alcohol consumption and that meant an even worse hangover tomorrow.

You paid no attention when the bell rang to inform people someone had just walked in. You didn’t even notice it to be honest, the football match was way too interesting and your mind was clouded with drinks. It wasn’t until a similar shade of blonde obscured your vision.

You immediately recognised her as Liv, only now lifting your head and sitting up straight.

“Don’t worry I was here for all five hours.” You slurred, trying to make it sound like a joke. “Ask my best friend, Steve.”

You pointed at the bartender, who probably wasn’t even named Steve. Poor guy was new too, and had to witness you drink yourself to almost unconsciousness for five hours. Judging by his face, he had no idea what was going on either.

“Okay, let’s go home.” She said softly, smiling politely at the bartender before helping you up. “You have to sober up.”

You didn’t even try to fight her, too tired to resist her grip, which by the way, was relatively light.

You got into the passenger seat and looked out the window as she got into her own seat, turning the car key into the ignition.

It was mostly quiet, not even the radio threatening to play as the tension could be felt even with you drunk out of your head. It wasn’t up until you hiccuped that she looked at you, only to find you already looking at her.

A single tear caught her eye, slowly running down your cheek as you continued to stare at her as if it were the first time you noticed you loved her.

She reached one hand out to cup your face, rubbing away the single tear that managed to escape your eye. You instantly leaned into her hand, missing her touch even though it had only been a few hours since you last saw her.

She’d clearly not got any sleep either, eyes red and swollen from crying and body moving in a lazy, tired manner.

“I’d never cheat on you.” Your voice was quite yet still managed to sound sore, the shouting from before not helping your case. “I love you too much.”

Even drunk you sounded genuine, making the blonde in front of you smile sadly, feeling guilty for starting such a horrible fight with no proof.

She regretted everything that happened, especially for the fight she started unnecessarily. She wanted to apologise right now, but you were too tired to stay up and fully process what she really wanted to tell you.

She’d wait until the morning, when you’d fought your headache completely away and you were capable of hearing her out.

The morning rolled around way too quickly for your liking. Barely getting 6 hours of sleep after drinking was hell, and waking up earlier meant having to deal with the consequences faster.

The world was spinning and nausea overcame all of your senses as fragments of memories from last night flooded your thoughts. They were still fuzzy and incoherent, but it was enough to guess what had happened.

You got drunk.

You understood why they call it a hangover, it felt as if the blackest of clouds have been placed over your head with no intention of clearing until late afternoon. Your brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of its skull, dehydration too obvious to ignore.

You raised your heavy eyelids only for them to fall half shut again. You inspected your body before sloppily standing up and making your way into your bathroom.

You splashed cold water on your face just to feel something refreshing and instantly wished you could wash your brain free of the toxins too. How the smell of the vodka was intoxicating last night, yet this morning it added to the nausea. Staring into the mirror at your reflection, you recollected everything you could remember.

You sighed, leaning against the sink heavily, relying on it to hold up your half-conscious and drunken state. You don't even remember getting home. The only think recognisable was you storming out of the house, after that...it was dark.

The thirst didn't subside after each slow drink from the tap. You swore you could feel your skull crack as your stomach lurched and gurgled loudly, reminding you of your regrets.

You groaned, using your aching muscles to walk back into your bedroom. The bed was empty, so either Liv slept elsewhere of just woke up before you, and with your recollection of events, you thought it was more the second option.

You were in your sleep clothes, but don't recall getting changed into them. You couldn't even remember getting home for fucks sake. It was more than frustrating not remembering why you got drunk, especially since you didn't get this drunk often.

There must be a reason.

Walking downstairs, you were met with the strong scent of coffee before you could see anything else. Liv liked her morning coffee, so it was no doubt her work that made the whole house smell of caffeine before 9am.

The second you stepped a foot in the living you you remembered everything. It all came crashing at once, kinda overwhelming you to the point you had to hold onto wall so you didn't trip.

"Jesus." You sighed, trying to once again process what had been said. After a moment, you walked into the kitchen to see the blonde's back facing you, she'd not yet noticed you were there and she seemed to be organising some of the kitchen cupboard. She always did that when she was nervous.

You walked closer to her, not really knowing what to say. So instead of speaking, you walked until she noticed you beside her, your arms extended for an inviting hug.

She let go of everything she was holding, which was really just a bunch of seasoning in salt shakers you found in some shop. She didn't really care if they broke, she kinda just let them drop onto the counter before she flung herself into your arms, neck digging into your neck.

"I'm sorry."

You nodded, kissing her temple before she pulled away, a tear flowing down her cheek as she looked up at you.

"Me too." You replied, smiling gently at her as you leaned down to peck her lips.

This felt much better than fighting.

THE END

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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Hey I absolutely love your writing do you think you can do one with liv Morgan and fem reader where she pushes reader to hard during sex and reader has to use a safe word and she just takes care of reader after.

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A/N - thank you anon I hope you like it :)

Your eyes rolled back once again, tears filling them as her tongue circled your clit for the hundredth time today. You didn’t know what it was that triggered her into such a state, but you weren’t completely first.

Now, you were so sore after multiple rounds that you couldn’t feel your legs at all. You though you could take another round, but everything just became too much as your whole body shook.

“Please. I can’t.” You gasped, barely finding enough energy to breathe properly itself. Your hands were in her hair, trying to pull her away for at least a minute so you could take a breather. Trying to close your legs was futile, her grip strong on them as she ate you out relentlessly.

The thin sheet of sweat covering your skin was very obvious, your chest raising and lowering as if you just ran a marathon.

“Baby- Plea-”

She sucked your clit harshly, a harsh moan escaping your mouth as you back arched again. Tears flowed down your temples and into the pillow beneath you, one of your hands gripping the sheets on the bed with dear life.

You couldn’t take it anymore, feeling the pleasure overpower all of your other senses as she didn’t give up.

“Red.” You managed to breathe out, immediately making the blonde back off of you. She climbed up you body to kiss your face, hands soothing the skin on your thighs.

“I’m sorry. You did so well, love.” She praised, pecking your face a couple more times and rubbing your tears away before getting off of you entirely, picking your completely exhausted body into the bathroom we’re she could clean you up.

She sat you down on the counter and kissed your gently, apologising for going too rough on you. You were too tired to even respond, so you leaned your forehead on her shoulder and let her clean you up. She gently lifted your arms so she could put one of her shirts on you before she carried you back onto the bed, laying next to you and letting you put your head on her chest. Her hand ran through your hair gently undoing knots while she kissed your hairline.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you do recall waking up in the middle of the night. Liv was soundly sleeping too, arms placed securely around your shoulders. Her heartbeat gentle in her chest, breath barely audible as she snuggled closer to you.

You smiled as you inhaled her scent, the woman subconsciously rubbed her hand across the skin on your back, successfully putting you back to sleep.

The sun that crept through the blind in her room was enough to wake the two of you up, her lips instantly going to kiss your head as a good morning.

“You okay?” She asked, squeezing the side of your waist. You tried to move your legs but it was almost impossible to feel anything, so you just looked up at her with furrowed brows.

She giggled and pecked your frown a few times, apologies flying out of her mouth continuously until you relaxed your expression. With a whine, you placed your head back down onto her chest and refused to move.

“Come on.” She whispered, wiggling from underneath you and onto her own two feet. Walking around the bed she helped you walk on your weak knees to the bathroom before she put on the water in the bath, making sure the warmth was just right before she started undressing herself.

You spend ages in the bath, leaning your back on her front as she massaged your sore muscles trying to release some of the tension brought upon them last night.

After a while she sighed and hugged you closer to her, the water beginning to go cold at your feet. You just enjoyed the moment, serenity overcoming the atmosphere as you sunk into her warm embrace, regardless of the cold water you were submerged in.

Quickly kissing your temple, Liv decided it would be better to get out before the water went completely freezing. With a swift move she got out and wrapped herself in a towel before helping you do the same.

Somehow, you both returned to bed cuddling while she put on movies, and that was what your day consisted of.

THE END

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