#corey graves drabble

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#181: “If you’re bored; wanna have sex?”   -Corey Graves.

Thanks anon for the request.

Warnings: None.

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“Y/N, 5 minutes!” The producer called, telling you that you needed to get into place.

It was the night of the Hall of Fame and you were going to be interviewing a lot of the superstars that came around.

Being an interviewer for the WWE was quite the job. It gave you such a rush, sometimes you even wondered how you actually landed a job here.

Sure, you worked your ass off in school then landed your first job on a news channel, talking about the latest things happening in the world. So when you saw that WWE was hiring and you had the experience they were looking for, you applied right away.

When they called to have an interview, you couldn’t believe it. You booked your flight and you were on your way.

It went by so quickly, the next thing you knew you were offered a job and were moving across the country.

It really was a dream come true.

Getting in place, the cameras started rolling and you were live.

“Welcome to the WWE Hall of Fame. I’m Y/N and I hope you’re ready for an action filled night!” You said.

All the superstars looked absolutely amazing. And all of their spouses as well. The preshow went by smoothly. In no time, you were seated waiting for the Hall of Famers.

You were sitting next to all of the other interviewers and the other announcers.

Corey was sitting next to you and you saw that he pulled out his phone. The two of you were really great friends. You even considered him one of your best guy friends.

Suddenly, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

‘This is pretty boring, don’t u think?’ Corey texted you.

You looked over at him and laughed.

You- ‘Ya, I’m trying my best not to fall asleep.’

Corey- ‘Same here. We should get out of here.’

You- ‘We can’t people will notice…’

Corey- ‘Ur right. But u owe me a drink later since I can’t leave…’

You just sent him the eye roll emoji. He stopped texting you.

Once the show was over, you went to your hotel room and changed your clothes.

You got the address to the bar everyone was meeting at.

There was a room in the back reserved for all of us. That way all the fans wouldn’t interrupt our night out. Because you knew there would be a ton of them around, since it was Mania week.

The first hour was fun, but people started to head out early and it started to get boring.

Sitting at one of the tables scrolling on your phone, Corey walked up to you and knelt down, “You look like you’re having so much fun.”

You locked your phone, “Well, it’s gotten pretty boring here. Was thinking about heading back to the hotel and crashing to be honest.”

“Well if you’re bored, wanna have sex?” He asked you.

“Um, I’m sorry what?” You said, not sure you actually heard him correctly.

He leaned in closer, “I think you heard me. Let’s blow this joint. Have a little fun. What do you say?”

Your mind was spinning. You weren’t what to think. Corey wanted you? Really? You thought he was pretty attractive, but way out of your league. He could have anyone he wanted.  Why did he want anything to do with you?

“What do you say…” He said. Waiting for an answer.

“Are you sure you want anything to do with me? I’m...just me.”

He laughed, “Yeah, well I’ve thought that...just you is pretty great. Just haven’t had the opportunity to tell you.”

“Really? Hmm, well if you want this that bad, let’s get out of here.” You said, slight smirk on your face.

Corey smirked back at you and stood up, “I’m going to pay the tab. Meet me in the front.”

Normally, you weren’t this forward about things like this, but what did you have to lose?

You decided to live life on the wild side for the night. Who knows, maybe something good would come out of it.

Meeting Corey in the front of the bar, he grabbed your hand and you walked back to the hotel.

You couldn’t wait to find out what was in store for tonight...

[charlessxaviers]

Concussion - Corey Graves

Prompt: #29 “You need to be more careful.” From this prompt list.

Authors note: I can’t stop writing about Corey Graves. It’s those eyes man, those piercing eyes.

Requested by anon.

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: A little angst with some cute fluff at the end.

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You moved up to Smackdown from NXT 6 months ago and you’ve taken the WWE Universe by storm. To top that off, you were booked in a feud against Becky less than a month ago and it was getting an insane amount of buzz. Creative made it the focal feud of the woman’s division (even over the women’s championship feud - which was really hard to do).

You and Becky did a tables match on last Smackdown live, which was amazing enough.

On top of that, WWE is trusting you and Becky to do a falls count anywhere match. As a main event of Smackdown.

You’ve never been in a match like this before, but you never turned down a challenge. You took every challenge you could, without really thinking of the consequences.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Corey asked, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“What do you mean ‘are you sure you wanna do this’, of course, I wanna do this. I’ve been waiting my entire career for a moment like this. I wasn’t stuck down at NXT for a year and a half for nothing.” you said, looking over at him.

He was your boyfriend of nearly 8 months, so you knew he cared about you and was just looking out for you. But you didn’t need looking after, something he caught onto pretty quickly.

“I know,” Corey sighed. “You just took a pretty bad hit in the head at tables match…”

“But I was cleared for tonight, so it wasn’t that bad,” you said, Corey raised his brows. You knew he wasn’t too convinced. “I gotta go get ready… don’t worry so much baby, I’ll be fine,” you said before kissing his cheek.

Corey mumbled something, but you couldn’t understand him.

“What?” you asked, Corey shook his head.

“Nothing.. good luck, I know you’ll do great,” he said, kissing your forehead before walking off.

You smiled happily before heading off to hair and makeup.

They gave you and Becky 20 minutes for the match, which was a lot of TV time, especially for the women. That just meant you had to make it extra good.

The match was overall pretty intense. At one point you and Becky brought it out into the crowd and even backstage.

The match was cut a few minutes short, however, when you were doing a high-risk move off of a storage container and you fell back, slamming your head against a black storage box.

You tried to rise to your feet, but you fell to your knees. Everything happened slowly and in flashes after that.

Becky attempted to pull you to your feet. You weren’t giving her any give, so she let you fall to the ground. She hesitated after that, but only for a moment before she went in for a pin.

She knew something was wrong, even before you did. She knew she had to improvise.

You heard the 3 count being started by a hesitant referee, he slowed down before the 3rd count, knowing the match was supposed to continue. You don’t know how you did it, but you were able to push Becky off of you.

Becky collapsed next to you. She said something to you, something about the armbar and tapping out, but you could barely make it out.

You were both able to make it to your feet, throwing a punch in her direction, but she grabbed your arm and pulled you to the ground, putting you in the armbar.

You tried to fight it, but she was giving it her all.

You had to tap out.

Becky jumped to her feet as the ref held up her hand, leaving you on the floor, your head in your hands.

When the cameras cut, Becky asked if you were okay as she brought you to your feet.

The pain was starting to set in, your ears were ringing and your vision was getting blurry. You were a little confused and you didn’t know why.

“My head…” was all you were able to get out.

She and the ref immediately helped you to the trainer.

You were sitting in the trainer's room, an ice pack on your head. After doing some tests, they came to the conclusion that you had suffered a concussion.

They suggested you go to the hospital for imaging, but you said you didn’t need to. You didn’t think it was bad enough for you to get some. You’ve suffered concussions before, one in NXT and another when you were in high school playing volleyball. Although none of them were this bad, you still didn’t get imaging then, you didn’t think you needed to now.

Since you turned that down, they did say that you had to stay with them a little longer so they could see how you progress. They had you stay until after 205 Live was finished, which didn’t bother you because you were planning on staying regardless. You and Corey were supposed to ride together to the next hotel.

Your head wasn’t hurting as much anymore and the other symptoms seemed to subside, so they let you go, but told you to keep a watchful eye out for worsening or new symptoms. Corey overheard them telling you this as he walked into the room.

“I just got off of commentary and rushed over, is everything okay?” Corey asked.

“I’m fine, Corey,” you said calmly as you walked out of the trainer’s room. “I just took a bad bump. No need to stress about it.”

“A concussion is not a bad bump and nothing to stress about. It’s serious, (y/n), you could have gotten seriously hurt,” he said.

You raised your brows, not knowing where this was coming from. A concussion really wasn’t as bad as he’s making it seem.

“Well, I wasn’t so it’s fine. Let’s just get to the car so we can go to the hotel, I’m exhausted.”

“You need to be more careful.” he said, this time his voice was stern.

“I was being careful…”

“Doing high-risk moves are not careful, (y/n), you need to stop doing so much,” he snapped.

“I don’t need to stop doing anything, Corey,” you said defensively. “I don’t understand where this is coming from. The trainers aren’t even acting like this. You’re blowing it out of proportion.”

“I’m not blowing this out of proportion!” Corey snapped, raising his voice. You looked up at him, a little taken back. He rarely ever raised his voice towards you. Then, he sighed. “I’m sorry, (y/n), it’s just… you know I used to wrestle and I had to stop because of my concussions… I know you love what you do and I’d hate to see you lose your dream like I had to lose mine.”

When Corey explained it like that, you felt your stomach drop and tears were forming in the rim of your eyes. You didn’t realize how much it affected him, or that he cared so much.

You just reached out for him and he pulled you into a hug.

“I just love you, (y/n). Losing your career… your dream… something you're passionate about is heartbreaking to go through and I don’t want to watch you go through that like I did. It’s not worth losing your career… or potentially your life,”

You pulled away, looking up at him. He wiped the tear from your eye.

“I promise to be more careful” you said, Corey smiled.

“I trust you to do what’s right for you, it’s your career and your life,” he said.

“I think I’ll get some imaging done… will you come with me?” you asked, hopeful.

“Of course I will,” Corey said as he kissed your lips. “I’ll go anywhere you want me to.”

[wrestlewriting]

4 and 12 with Corey Graves? (If you take more than one number:) )

(It’s like you know me? I’m not a big fan of more than one number at a time. But for you bb, I got this.)

Dating Corey was an experience. You’d gone from a nobody in suburbia to a girlfriend of a wrestler. While you were clean cut and shy, Corey was tattooed and opinionated. Opposites attract, after all.

You’d told him one night while dating, after a few too many drinks, that if you ever married him you’d let him tattoo you.

Four years later, that was how you found yourself in a chair in a shop of a friend in Florida.

As you watched Corey prepare the station, taking out clean needles and ink pots, putting down clean gauze, you couldn’t stop your heart from racing.

You were trying to be brave. But you were nervous as hell.

“What are you thinking about?” Corey inquired, looking over you, before putting the black ink into one of the little pots on the station table.

“That I hate myself for this.”

“Why?” His question was more of a laugh than anything.

“Because.... Corey.... I’m terrified of needles.” Your words immediately made him stop what he was doing and look towards you. “I should have told you a long time ago. Like, I’m terrified. I once passed out at the doctor’s after having my blood drawn.”

“Baby. Shit! You should have told me is right,” he replied, turning fully towards you on the swivel stool. “You don’t have to do this. Honestly. It’s not a big deal. It was a stupid deal we made a long time ago.”

“I do have to do this. I want to do this,” you asserted. “It’s good to face your fears, right? And who else would I trust with this besides you? No one.”

The grin was instantaneous on his face.

“I promise to take good care of you.”

“You better. Or you can couch surf for a bit.”

“10-4, babe,” he said with a loose salute. You smiled as you watched him turn back to preparing for your tattoo. It was scary, sure, and you didn’t know how you’d fare. But at the very least, no matter what happened, Corey would be there to take care of you.

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#58- “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the first day I met you.” Prompt

From @wweismyguiltypleasure - “And 58 with Corey Graves.”

TAG LIST!- @allgirlswrestlingclub @ilovesamizaynn 

Corey fricken Graves.

That’s all I ever heard about when I debuted. How I was the female Corey Graves. Tattoos all over, the “I don’t give a shit” attitude, the heel persona. Even the announcers would say it! It didn’t help that we were both from Pittsburgh either. The only upside was that by the time I had debuted, Corey was put on the shelf and became a commentator for NXT and Raw. I mean I did watch his matches, he was damn good, and its a shame he got injured so early in his career. But when I debuted, I swear when I got to the top of the ramp, I snuck a glance over at him and felt my heart stop. I tried to ignore the feeling and blamed it on my nerves for my first match.

Well, this feeling continued each time I had a match. The quick glance over at him had me feeling some time of way. When I earned my title opportunity, I found myself going to him for advice.

   “Graves, can I talk to you for a sec?”

 He puts down his papers and looks at me, somewhat annoyed. His eyes lock on mine and I feel the the world around me stops. This is the first time I truly get to see his face, and those gorgeous eyes. I quickly regain myself.

   “I-I just need some advice. I mean you know I have my first title shot tonight and I just need some last minute advice. You were a champ and a damn good one at that, so I would really appreciate it.”

I start picking my at my nails, a nasty habit I have when I get nervous. He glances down at my hand and takes it in his. I feel the heat rush through my body. I’m surprised I am even still standing up right.

   “Listen Y/n, you know better than anyone that you have what it takes to win. Don’t get inside your head. Let the magic happen. Watching you these past few months in the ring, I really do see why you get called the female version of me. Now you have seen I did with my opportunity, do the same with yours. Go kick some ass out there.”

He smiles at me and pats my hand before grabbing his papers and heading off to the commentators table. I stand there in awe. The music indicating the start of the Takeover shakes me out of my fog. 

1,2, 3! *Ding Ding*

   “Here’s your winner and NEW NXT Women’s Champion, Y/n!!!”

The crowd goes wild as I clutch the title in my hands. I fall to my knees and let all the tears fall from my eyes. I look up smiling and over the roar of the crowd, I hear Corey on commentary.

   “Tom, Y/n has just ended Askua’s year long streak!! This right here is the future of the women’s division!” 

I stand up slowly, having the ref help me, and raise my title over my head. I steady myself and the ref lets me go to check on Askua. I spin around to show my love to my NXT universe. When I turn to face the ramp, I see Tom and Corey standing up, clapping. And I swear, I saw a tear fall from Corey’s eyes, but it’s too far away for me to truly tell.

The next week on NXT, I sit down for my interview with Corey, about becoming the new champion.

   “Please welcome my guest at this time, the new NXT Women’s Champion, Y/n. Y/n thanks for coming.”

   “Thanks for having me Corey.”

   “Now last week, we saw you take down the longest raining NXT Women’s Champ, Askua. How did it feel to win your first title from, if I am not mistaken, one of, if not the best women wrestlers we have ever seen.”

   “Oh, it was my hardest match to date. I’m banged up, I’m bruised, but I put up one hell of a fight. I take nothing away from Askua, she is a damn good wrestler. I mean her executions and transitions are flawless. I watched and studied her matches to try and prepare myself.”

   “Are you prepared for when Askua comes for her rematch for the title?”

   “I say bring it on. We stole the show at Takeover: San Antonio, and we can do it again. She names the time and place and I am ready.”

   “You sound pretty confident you can beat her again.”

   “Oh, I know I can. I am the first woman to beat her cleanly. No DQ’s, no count-outs, nothing. It was me. And why shouldn’t I be confident? I got some advice from a vet before my match. He said “Listen Y/n, you know better than anyone that you have what it takes to win. Don’t get inside your head. Let the magic happen.” and I took that advice to heart.”

   “There you have it, a very confident champ looking forward to her rematch with the Empress of Tomorrow, Askua,”

When the camera cuts, Corey leans over and smiles.

   “I wonder who gave you that advice?”

I let out a small laugh and lean toward him.

   “This vet who I really like, and gets me. Corey, I have been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the first day I met you. Now I know I haven’t known you my entire life, but I feel like I have. And I know you may not like me back-”

I am cut off by Corey’s lip on mine. The kiss is short, simple, but filled with so much passion. I pull away from Corey’s lips slowly, smiling slightly.

   “I take that as you love me back?”

He smirks and pulls me back in for another kiss, smiling against my lips.

Ello!

So here is my 1st Corey Graves fic!! I absolutely loved writing this one. Being from Pittsburgh, I always will have a soft spot for Corey Graves and I really wanted this to be real lol.

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So Warm [Corey Graves]

#86 "Why are you walking around naked?"

From prompt list for @wrestlingnoob !

"Babe..."

"Yeah?"

You brought your lip in between your teeth, leaning in the doorway of your bedroom. Your husband was coming around the corner of the kitchen island, blowing over a fresh cup of coffee.

The smell of the coffee was what had brought you out of the room, but the sight served up with it was what kept you around.

"...Why are you walking around naked? Not that.. the view's half bad." You flicked your eyes to the side, if only for the sake of feigned modesty.

"Why does there have to be a reason if nobody's complaining..?" He purred, sipping his dark roast and casually going around the couch toward you. Your modesty was out the window when he was cocky like that (pun fully intended) — and he was always like that.

"If that was it then you'd be naked 24/7." Running your eyes down his well-toned and inked body, you couldn't help licking your lips just as he came to stand right in front of you.

"Okay," Corey ticked his gaze back and forth, considering his words. Then his green was reflecting your own eyes. "Maybe I was just reminding you that, while the Universe gets to be graced with my amazing fashion combinations, only you get to see me in my best suit." He had one of those voices that one never could quite tell when he was serious or joking.

Your fingers trailed deftly along the indent of his chest and you chuckled a bit.

"And it's not even one of our birthdays." Grazing along his lightly tanned skin, your hand made to bring his cup to your lips, while he kept a grip on the handle. After a slow sip, you could feel both the warmth of the perfect brew and the familiar warmth down... well.. below. But only because when you'd brought the cup back down you saw he was beginning to get a bit excited himself.

"Everyday is a gift with you, sugar."

Jesus.

"Wow. Smooth? Or terrible?"

He shrugged, nudging his forehead against your's like a puppy — oh, acting innocent when he was chubbing up — typical. And hot.

"Hmf. Well the Universe also gets to be graced by these pretty tattoos..." Leaning into his shoulder, your lips dragged along the ink of his neck tattoo, tongue lapping over the black letters of 'Revolution.' You felt him sigh against your hair, the coffee cup getting set down on the nearby table without another thought. "They get to see this one but they don't get to touch. So I get what you're reminding me of now." You gave the sweet spot on his neck a hard bite, like you knew he loved.

"It's sexy when you're possessive."

"I know," You rub your thumb against the tattoo right at his navel, smiling smugly as he turns his head to kiss your jaw, working toward your waiting lips which gladly return the kiss. "But I also got a sort of... bad memory."

He tilts his head, raising a thin brow.

"If you don't do something real memorable, I might not be able to keep the whole birthday suit image in my mind. Not my fault." Your eyes were dark while you put your hands up, and he caught on real quick. It was all shuffling back into the bedroom that you'd only just came from after that, the only intelligible words from Corey being something about a 'revolution against clothes—' specifically your clothes, right now.

Ah.

A gift indeed.

It was hard to imagine what you two would come up with whenever it was actually your birthday.

[bellalutionn]

hi! i’ve been on tumblr for about a year and a half now but i’m officially starting to write!! i’ve been watching wrestling for a pretty long time now and i’ve always been interested in it. so, as of now requests are OPEN.

i’ll pretty much write anything except for nsfw stuff, for now. once i get more comfortable on this app i think i’ll maybe start writing nsfw😉 it’s also only headcannons and drabbles, not full imagines.

MASTERLIST.

here’s who i write for:

ALL ELITE WRESTLING MEN:

- jon moxley

- eddie kingston

- kenny omega

- the young bucks

- christian cage

- chuck taylor

- trent?

- santana and ortiz

- tony khan

- hangman adam page

- andrade el idolo

- austin gunn

- cody rhodes

- ethan page

- joey janela

- ricky starks

- scorpio sky

- frankie kazarian

- hook

- preston vance

- lee johnson

- brian pillman jr

- will hobbs

- mjf

- cm punk

- jeff hardy

ALL ELITE WRESTLING WOMEN:

- bunny/allie

- brandi rhodes

- britt baker

- penelope ford

- red velvet

- anna jay

- jade cargill

- kris statlander

- ruby soho

WWE MEN:

- drew mcintyre

- randy orton

- dolph ziggler

- big e

- roman reigns

- baron corbin

- cesaro

- seth rollins

- the miz

- finn balor

- damian priest

- john morrison

- the street profits

- edge

- karrion kross

- marcel barthel

- corey graves

- dexter lumis

- ricochet

- elias

- la knight

- fabian aichner

WWE WOMEN:

- bayley

- paige

- carmella

- liv morgan

- sonya deville

- charlotte flair

- alexa bliss

- naomi

- mandy rose

- maryse

- the bella twins

- toni storm

- bianca belair

- zelina vega

- candice lerae

- lacey evans

OTHERS:

- cassie lee

- jessica mckay

- chelsea green

- cj perry

- mickie james

- renee paquette

- matt cardona

- fandango/curtis hussey

- tyler breeze/matt clement

- nia jax

- scarlett

- keith lee

as you guys can see, i write for a lot of people. so you all have many, many choices to choose from! request away, loves💟

[chvcklefvck]

34 w graves?

You groaned as you sat at some concrete picnic table. You were facing away from the table, back against the hot concrete. You were waiting with baited breath for a slight breeze to blow by. The sun was beating down on you, and you could have sworn if the temperature just raised by one degree you were going to burst into flames.

You sat up slightly, looking at the snow cone stand that Corey was currently standing at. Hopefully he would be back before your thighs permanently stuck themselves to the bench.

“Hey,” some guy’s voice caught your attention, “guys don’t like girls with tattoos.”

You ignored the man, hoping he wasn’t talking to you. You only had a few tattoos, and only one was currently visible. You could hear the guy clear his throat and you sat up, looking in his direction. He looked like some college boy who had somehow gotten separated from his Fraternity.

It was hot, and you were sweaty and tired, you didn’t want to start something in the middle of a public park, “okay.”

You leaned back and closed your eyes again, hoping he would leave you alone. You didn’t hear him walk away, causing you to tense. You looked over, seeing him just standing there with his arms cross and his dumb collar popped.

“Look, Chad,” you looked at him, “please go back to your Fraternity so you and little pals can circle jerk some more.”

He uncrossed his arms and stepped towards you, not realizing your boyfriend was making his way back to you.

“Here’s your snow cone, Y/N,” Corey looked from you towards the boy bothering you, who was now wide eyed and silent. Corey couldn’t even say anything, the boy power walked away with his cheeks red. Corey looked back at you with confusion, “who was that? Did he say something to you?”

“I don’t know, just some opinionated rich kid, but,” you bit into your snow cone and peeled your legs off of the hot bench, “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

[its-jess-bitches]

god save the prom queen | drabble i

It was time to end this.

Poetic, wasn’t it? After all, Jessica Harvelle had only been turned into a vampire because she was Ruby McReid’s best friend. Eddie had decided to drain the life out of her, turn her into this monster, because of Ruby. It was all because of Ruby. It was always about Ruby. 

Even now, even with her humanity off, it was all about Ruby. She gravitated to her, she obsessed over her. Logically, she was protecting herself from her greatest weakness. After all, Ruby was the person she loved more than anyone in the world and Jessica couldn’t afford love. Not anymore.

Keeping her humanity off, keeping her head clear was all that mattered. The war was coming and Ruby was going to die no matter what. Maybe Edward would be furious but she didn’t much care for his feelings either. This was about her now. This was between them.

Best friends forever. Cradle to grave. Jess had already made it to the latter and it was about time her BFF joined her. Everything would be better, everything would be fixed once Ruby was out of the picture. Corey would hate her, the McReids would never look at her again unless they were attempting to drive a stake through her heart and by then it would be too late. No one could beat Edward. No one. Jess was on the winning side, that much was clear.

Everything had snapped into crystal clear clarity when she’d turned off her emotions. When she’d been manipulated into turning them off. Nothing mattered. But when she looked at her...

There was something. Something still in there, still inside of her, screaming and clawing to get back out. Jess didn’t want it. She didn’t want the pain, the guilt. The shame. She didn’t want to hate herself, she didn’t want to live a miserable existence. Didn’t want her best friend to look at her like the monster she was.

Ruby McReid had to die.

Stealing her prom dress had been petty child’s play. A game. Although looking at her now, that too was almost poetic. Jessica was in a blood red dress and Ruby? White. Not for long. She could see Corey by her side too, smiling, happy. Trying so desperately to live a life that had once been hers. A human life. Well, that ship had sailed.

Everyone was clearing out of prom, heading to Steven Beaumont’s after party (something else she had once cared so much about). Her chance was there for the taking. All it would take was one fatal blow. A snap. She’d be there and gone before most could blink. A lifetime, her whole life- Jess’ whole damn life, her whole damn heart- gone...

Jessica Harvelle’s eyes rippled red, her face a pretty monster’s, with fangs and all.

Ruby McReid had to die.

[monsteramongmen-tamer]

#47: “You’re cute when you’re angry.” & #122: “Let’s blow this joint.” -Corey Graves.

Thanks to the few anons that requested these prompts! There were 3 of you, I believe. I hope you guys like it! 

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If anyone would like to be tagged in future writings, please let me know!

Corey has been your fiance for about a year and a half. You wanted to get married already, but that was nearly impossible with his work schedule. You had some of the things already planned out. Your dress, bridesmaids dresses...but that was about it. You wanted Corey’s help with some of it. It was his wedding as well.

There was a wedding expo type thing that would be in town in about a month that you really wanted to go to, but you wanted Corey to go as well. If you told him about it, he would not go. You had to figure out a way to trick him into going.

When Corey came home from work this week, you were going to go in and try to convince him.

“Babe? I’m home!” Corey yelled from the front door.

You walked out to the door to greet him. You kissed him, “Hey, glad you’re home.”

“Me too. What’s for dinner?” He asked, looking around.

You laughed, “I just ordered chinese takeout. Your favorite.”

He smiled, “Perfect.”

Corey took his things upstairs and started a load of laundry. When he was done doing what he was doing, dinner was here.

The two of you sat down and ate.

“So, there’s a convention coming to town next month. Over one of the weekends. Supposed to have a lot of antiquey stuff there. I think it would be something fun for us to do.” You started.

“Next month?” he started, “I think that’s during the Europian tour.”

You look at him kind of confused, “Are you going on the whole tour? Isn’t that like, 3 weeks or something?”

“Something like that. But I am only needed for the RAW and Smackdown shows.” He said, continuing to eat his chinese.

“So can we go to the convention?” You asked.

Corey got out his phone and checked his calendar. He had all his work stuff on there.

“That should work, but I have to leave that Sunday afternoon.” He said.

“Thanks babe.” You said.

Your smile was contagious, because you could see Corey smiling too. Little did he know what you were up to.

A month had passed quickly and it was the day you were supposed to go to the Bridal Expo.

You had picked out a nice looking white dress to wear, without making it obvious what you were going to.

“What are you wearing?” Corey asked.

“Oh, this old thing? I just wanted to look nice. No big deal.” You said.

Corey was wearing dress pants and a white button down shirt. The two of you really made a hot couple.

He offered to drive. You gave home the directions. As soon as you pulled into the large parking lot, he knew exactly what he was getting into.

“...so you lied to me to get me here.” He said, looking at the building.

“Kind of...I didn’t figure you would have come with me if I told you what was really happening. I just want us to plan part of our wedding together.” You said quickly.

“So you think I don’t care about the wedding.” He said.

“I didn’t say that. I know you’re busy all the time, but we haven’t planned anything at all. And we have been engaged a year and a half. I just wanted to do this one thing with you. I’m sorry that I lied to you about it. But since we’re here, should we go in? Check it out?” You asked.

Corey parked the car and got out without saying a word. He seemed pissed.

He still chose to hold your hand while you walked inside and got checked in. He had a sour look on his face, but luckily you were the only one who knew what that was. Everyone else just thought that was his normal face.

You made it into the main room and there were so many different places to visit. You were a little overwhelmed. There was so many different parts to a wedding, you weren’t fully aware.

While one of the ladies was talking about the importance of the kind of flowers you have at your wedding, you pulled Corey’s hand so he would bring his ear down to your level.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re angry.” You said.

He rolled his eyes, “I would have just come if you would have asked, you know.”

“Really.” You asked, giving him a look.

He nodded.

It was about half way through the even and it was lunch time. They were serving so many different foods by so many different places that catered. Of course, Corey was kind of quiet through lunch.

“Do you just want to go home? I can tell you’re not enjoying yourself at all here.” You asked him.

“Nope. I’m good.” He reassured you.

“Okay...if you say so. Don’t say I didn’t offer.” You said.

The two finished up and threw away your trash.

If you were being honest, this wasn’t as exciting as you’d thought it would be. Yes, it is good to know all you have to do, but they’re no fun about it. They’re talking to you like they are reading out of a text book. Yawn.

You spent the next couple hours learning about DJs, decorating, cake, even honeymoon destinations.

While your guide was talking about the car ride to the actual wedding, you pulled on Corey’s arm again.

“Let’s blow this joint.” You insisted.

“Bored are we?” He asked.

“Yeesss.” You wined.

He smiled. First time he had done that the whole time you were there all day.

You managed to escape without anyone saying anything to you or offering any more samples.

Once you were in the car, you tried to get the courage to apologize to your fiance.

He started driving and once you were on the road, “Honey, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He asked.

You signed, “For lying to you and dragging you to that lame event for half the day.”

“I forgive you for lying, but you know, I would have gone of you would have just asked? I found it kind of interesting.” He said.

“You did? Which part?” You asked.

“All of it.” He stated.

“I’m surprised. What was your favorite part?” You asked.

He smiled, “The cake sampling.”

“Of course.” You laughed.

Once you made it home, Corey shut off the car, but didn’t get out. You looked over at him, expecting him to say something.

He looked back at you, “How about we go inside and start planning this thing, huh?”

“I would love that.” You said, simply. You leaned over and kissed him.

You made it inside and went into the kitchen where Corey was fixing himself a drink. There was a pamphlet on the counter.

Where should you spend your honeymoon?

You looked over at Corey, “When did you pick this up?”

He laughed, “One of the times you were in the bathroom. It has different luxury hotels around the world that offer different honeymoon suites and deals. Stuff like that.”

“That was very thoughtful of you.” You said.

Corey walked over and gave you a very romantic, steamy kiss.

“Let’s start planning the rest of our lives together.” He said.

It felt like you were on Cloud 9. Planning your dream wedding with the love of your life.

[charlessxaviers]

Plunging Neckline, Pt. 2 - Corey Graves

Prompt: #29 “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

Authors note: Read part 1 before continuing!

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“It’s kinda hard to focus when your boobs are staring me in the face.” Corey blurted out.

The second those words escaped his lips, your jaw dropped.

You heard Byron let out what sounded like a giggle and Tom cleared his throat.

“Natalya’s inches away from the bottom rope!” Tom quickly averted the conversation, not wanting to draw attention to it.

But the damage had already been done.

Corey winced and let out a groan, he was probably hearing it through the earpiece right about now.

Your lips turned to a smirk. You had to admit, it was a major turn on. Especially since he’s usually so poised whenever you’re on camera.

Between the wide-eyed look on Byron’s face, Tom completely ignoring what just happened, and Corey hanging his head in shame with his hand over his face, you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth. You had been trying so hard to keep it in, but you just couldn’t.

At least you were able to cover your mouth, hoping the microphone didn’t pick up the burst of laughter. You wouldn’t be surprised if they cut your mic right then and there, you were actually hoping they did.

Corey picked his head up, shooting you a glare and shaking his head quickly as if to tell you to stop. Byron let out another weird giggle and Tom continued calling the match.

The sound of the bell ringing immediately after and Tom saying that Charlotte had won.

“Well, Charlotte just picked up the win, do you think that’s a little sneak peek for what’s in store at Hell in A Cell?” Tom said, looking over at you.

Your face was red from the laughter, but you were able to focus enough to get back into character.

“It doesn’t matter who won this match. I’m walking out of Hell in A Cell with that title. You can count on it,” you said, taking the headset off and dropping it down on the announcer's table before getting up and walking away. You made your exit, heading back behind the gorilla.

 After RAW was finished, you were walking out of the locker room with your bag slung over your shoulder. It was 11:15pm and you had an early flight tomorrow at 6am, you didn’t feel the need to stick around any longer. Plus, you were catching a ride to the hotel with Bayley and Sasha, who were headed out to the car now.

You saw Corey on the other end of the hall. You smiled as he saw you, then started walking towards you at a quick pace.

“Well hey there, stranger, is this jacket okay? Or are my boobs still staring you in the face?” you smirked. Corey let out a groan.

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!” He exclaimed. You were a little shocked by his proclamation.

After all, Corey Graves was rarely ever embarrassed.

He’s gotten tongue tied a few times on commentary or said the wrong thing at the wrong time, but he never let it affect him, he always rolled with the punches.

“Oh, honey,” you said, your voice falling. “I didn’t know it upset you that much, I was just kidding,” you said, setting your bag on the floor as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a comforting hug.

Corey let out a sigh, holding you tight and mumbling something against your shoulder. You couldn’t even make out any of it.

“What?” you asked, laughing a little. Corey pulled away and his lights tightened. All of a sudden very serious.

“I got written up. A warning. They said if I slip up again there would be grave consequences.” he said, staring down at you with those piercing eyes once again. He put emphasis on ‘grave’, because his last name was Graves, of course. You laughed.

“Well, you, mister, have to stop staring at my boobs so much,” you laughed, taking a step closer to him. “And I’ll wear less revealing tops when I’m on commentary with you,” you promised, adjusting the collar of his shirt and smiling up at him.

“But when I’m off commentary…” he trailed off, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Then these babies are all yours. You can stare as much as you want. You can even play with ‘em, if you’re lucky enough that is.” you smirked. Corey nodded.

“I love the sound of that,” he said, leaning down and kissing your cheek. “Am I lucky enough tonight?”

“Mmm, we’ll see,”

[inagetawaycarxo]

Hi babe! I absolutely love your writing, your blog is amazing. I know you’ve been working on the Christmas drabbles lately but I was wondering if you’ve got other requests you’ll be working on in the new year?

Hiya, aw you are too kind, I got like 16 more to write rip me.

A new series Secrets & Lies ~ Demon King x Reader x Werewolf!Seth. 

 lethal lust part 3 

Jon Moxley smut/angst {involves cheating}

Dean Ambrose smut/angst {cheating they cheat on their partners with each other}

Also Seth Rollins angst/smut 

Dean Ambrose angst.

Becky Lynch Imagine *smut*

Corey Graves Imagine *smut*

Prob other things. might clear some stuff out in my inbox so it doesn't start eating them up. Like prompts that are sitting in there. might do headcanons to, i love writing headcanons.

some NSFW alphabets but you will either have to read that on wattpad or ao3 since Tumblr literally deleted those posts from my blog except for the heel!charlotte one, she survived the purge xD

If you got a request just send it in.

[wrestlewriting]

#1 [Corey Graves]

Requested, #1: “Who decided you were in charge of the TV remote?” (Prompt from here.)

Word Count: 1,206

Author note: Fluffy and kind but stressful topics. Based off some struggles I’ve watched the mothers in my life go through. (This has barely been proofread. Womp.)

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Being a mother was never a dream or life goal you had growing up. You’d never planned to have children, necessarily. It wasn’t that you didn’t want them, but you felt you had a lot more to contribute to the world and accomplish in your life outside of producing more humans.

So when you’d been with Corey for about two years, and you’d found yourself pregnant, you had a bit of a meltdown over it.

Corey, well, he had been exceptionally excited.

“Hell yeah! Kids are so cool. We can raise this awesome person that’s gonna do good shit in the world and not be an asshole.”

His enthusiasm for your pregnancy became infectious over time. So by the time you were in active labor, you were beyond anxious and excited to meet your daughter.

Isabelle had been a learning experience for you, but one you had enjoyed every frustrating, exhausting, worrisome, fun second of.

And when her sister, Claire, joined the family three years later, you found yourself on a team of girls that had Corey wrapped around their fingers.

By the time the girls were both mobile, Corey was working as a commentator in WWE, and thankfully home more often than not. But he was still gone for about half the week, and that seemed to always be something the girls realized.

You felt like the girls hated you because you were home the most and therefore had to be the disciplinarian more often than not. And when Corey was home, it was ‘fun’ and ‘easy’. He was the novelty, and you were the tired old routine.

It seemed worse as they learned more words and were able to give you more articulate attitude. Isabelle had spent an entire half hour the other day shouting at you to leave her alone, even though you were just trying to get her to sit in her chair so she didn’t fall and hurt herself.

Corey assured you that you were doing just fine, that discipline was part of it, and you weren’t being overly harsh or too lax. Your friends also commented regularly on how well-behaved your girls were. Out in public, however, was much different than at home in their comfort zone.

It felt like sometimes you weren’t enough or your girls resented you. Sometimes you felt like you were drowning in childrearing.

There were good moments, fun playtime and adventures out, but they just seemed to be outnumbered and overshadowed lately.

“Girls are down for the count,” Corey’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You turned your head and watched him as he walked into the living room, falling down on the couch beside where you were curled up.  Even though you nodded your head to acknowledge you’d heard him, he didn’t seem to notice as he looked at the TV.

“Who decided you were in charge of the TV remote?”

You knew he meant it jokingly. You knew it was just a harmless poke at the fact you were watching some reality TV show about housewives and he wasn’t a fan. But it rubbed you the wrong way. You were finally getting to have a few moments for yourself, and it wasn’t even peaceful.

Saying nothing, you picked up the remote and held it out to him with a jerk of your arm.

It was a moment before he took the object from you.

“…you OK?”

“Yep. Watch whatever you want,” you stated. Standing up, you barely got a step away before a hand was on your arm, stopping you.

“Sit back down.” His command wasn’t harsh, but it was serious. You plopped back down beside him, your sides just barely touching. “What’s up?”

“Tired,” was your answer.

“And…?”

Sometimes being with your best friend sucked, because Corey could read your moods and answers for what they really were. And you really didn’t want to have a breakdown right now. You just wanted to go on with how things were, and handle it on your own. That’s part of what being a mother was; pushing forward.

“Hey, come on, tell me what’s bugging you. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“Just, stress,” you answered.

“OK…. With what? The girls?”

“They hate me.”

“They do not hate you,” his response was immediate. You had expected it, and it felt hollow at best. Taking a shaky breath, you leaned your head onto Corey’s shoulder, closing your eyes. It seemed like this conversation was going to be happening.

“How they are with you when you’re here, are not at all like how they are with me when it’s just me.”

“I know, but how they are with me is because of all you do when I’m not here,” Corey highlighted, placing his hand on your leg, moving his thumb lightly on your skin. “You’re running this family, baby. Anything good  that happens, that’s because of you.”

“It just doesn’t feel like a lot of good lately. I feel like they’re both just getting more independent, and I get that, it’s growing up, but they just…get mean about it a lot with me. They don’t wanna hear my voice anymore, and they don’t listen to it a lot.”

“They’re little kids. They’re gonna test the limits as much as they can. And it does suck, and I know it’s not easy on you all the time. But it’s gonna be worth it,” he said. “You remember what I said when you were pregnant with Izzy? We’re gonna raise some good people. But making sure they aren’t assholes, it’s gonna take some time.”

“They kind of are assholes right now.”

“Yea, that’s also part of being kids,” Corey conceded with a laugh. “They can be downright little Satans when they wanna be.”

“You have no idea,” you muttered.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything you do here,” he answered. “I don’t tell you that enough. I know you’re taking the brunt of the bad shit because I’m not always home. And it’s not fair, but you do it.”

“Motherhood, right?”

“You’ll get through this bad period. WE will get through this bad period,” Corey assured.

You appreciated his words and comfort. You knew he felt guilty for not being home more, and for the disproportionate responsibility you took on his in absence. But you knew what you signed up for being with a man working in professional wrestling. You had little room to complain, even though you were doing just that.

“How about this, tomorrow, you get the fuck out for the day. I’ll deal with the Terror Twins.”

“I don’t even know what I’d do,” you stated.

“Whatever you want, I don’t know. Shopping. Laying in a park doing nothing. Hell, go to Ashley’s and get day drunk,” he listed off ideas, making a smile come to your face.

“I like that last one.”

“Cool. Then I’ll see you for hangover dinner tomorrow,” Corey replied. “Or fuck, just crash at her place if it comes down to it. I can hold this down here.”

“You’re kinda cool,” you stated, turning your head to look up at him. “Kinda might be in love with you.”

“Fuck yeah you are. Kinda in love with you too.”

[wrestlingbabe]

Writing Prompts/Drabbles/Headcanon

I wanted an updated version of this and somewhere where I could put them all. The titles are kind of vague because I didn't want to put the whole prompts in the titles because I felt like it would cluster the page.

* means nsfw + means fluff ** means m/m or f/f ~ means angst

Adam Page Say Please * Stop Teasing *

Adam Page and Tama Tonga Join us *

AJ Styles Cuddly Sex */+ Multiple *

Aleister Black and Drew McIntyre Good girl*

Alex Shelley Don’t cry ~ My Clothes and Warm Lips +

Baron Corbin Innocent*

Bobby Fish Phone Sex *

Bobby Roode Clothes*

Breezango Injury Update ~ Join us* Mutual*** Soulmates +** This is new*** Tie me up *

Bucky Barnes Knife *

Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers Fingers *

Christian/Edge/Jeff Hardy/ Matt Hardy Laughter +

Corey Graves Mutual *

Corey Graves and Tom Phillips Movie +

Dash Wilder Thigh Riding

Dean Ambrose

Good Girl * Innocent * Old Flames ~ Phone Sex * Sweater and Hand Holding + Denial *

Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns Leftovers +

Dean Ambrose/Finn Balor/ Roman Reigns Already*

Dean Ambrose/Finn Balor/ Seth Rollins Don’t stop ***

Drew Gulak Blushing * Drunk with Pizza +

Drew McIntyre Louder *

Edge You like that *

Elias Lingerie * Teasing *

Finn Balor Daddy * Good girl * Isn’t you ~ Jealous * Lap Dance *ish Mirror Sex * Perfect Height + Repeat + Right here *ish

Finn Balor/ Demon King Daddy *ish Rough *

Finn Balor and Seth Rollins What are you going to do *** Cuddling +** Who’s joining * Begging *** Innocent * Phone * Teasing *** Troubling Words *

Headcanon: Prince Devitt & 2014! Seth ***

Finn Balor and Roman Reigns Never wanted this ~

Jeff Hardy Blindfolds * Can’t sleep + Cheesy *ish Denial * Distraction */+ Multiple * Rushing * Teasing *ish Tell me * Toys *

Jeff Hardy/Christian Whining +

Kenny Omega and Marty Scrull Who’s joining*

Matt Jackson Blowjobs * Noises *

Nick Jackson and Marty Scrull Threesome *

Nick Jackson You like that *

Pete Dunne Begging *

Roman Reigns Can’t Sleep + Control * Drunk Text + Dry Sex * Edging * Cupcake + Here for you +/~ Praise *

Roman Reigns and Samoa Joe Daddy*

Sami Zayn Sleepy Sex */+ Cupcake + Wall *

Seth Rollins Already? * Bathtub, Biting, and Body Worship */+ Dance with me + Embarrassed *ish (kind of smut but not really) Expectations * I Understand ~ I love you ~

Headcanon: Sexual Preferences***

Seth Rollins and Tyler Breeze Tag me *ish

Shane Thorne The look gave it away */+

Steve Rogers Obey */~

Thor Lapdance *ish

Tom Holland Riding *

Tye Dillinger Phone Sex *

Unassigned (can be whoever you want) Here for you ~