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keenvictory · 2 months

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Synopsis: Cove is already pretty clingy. But you wearing his clothes drives him crazy. (NSFW drabble)

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Cove Holden x Gn!Reader

̗̀➛ Content Warnings: Minor possessive talk, mostly he's just a clingy loser.

̗̀➛ Additional notes: A finished post? My word! Finally putting my near 400 our life hours to use. I hope to post more soon. Leave me some requests for ideas if you'd like!

Nobody you know would call Cove possessive. He's beyond secure in your relationship by now, you've known each other for years upon years. Nobody on earth could even attempt to take his place in your life.

He sulks a little when something or someone steals your attention away for a long time. Jokingly complains about your coworkers getting to see more of you then he does when long hours keep you away from each other.

He's clingy, certainly. Spoiled? Absolutely. But possessive? He couldn't be. Well... That's not quite true. Cove would be lying if there wasn't a small, carnal part of him, deep deep down, that absolutely adored you belonging to him, and him to you in turn.

The feelings oh so rarely rear their ugly head, he almost forgets they're there at all. Until he sees you draped across the couch on a lazy Sunday morning, bundled up in his pajamas. Wearing his clothes has always done something insatiable to him, no matter the size difference. Whether his shirt pools around your tummy or hugs your waist tight, his cock pulses with a dreadful, needy rhythm.

You have to be aware. Right? Of course you know what it does to him. Every moment with you is heavenly, but you have to have noticed the way he squirms every time you stretch back and his shirt dips and pulls. You have to have noticed the way he fucks you far too energetically for a lazy morning, groping your chest through the soft material of the t-shirt. Surely, surely you've realized he all too often "forgets" to put your laundry in the washing machine with his own, lending you his clothes out of the lustful kindness of his heart? Whether you know what it does to him or not hardly matters, because Cove is there within moments, curling up beside you on the couch. Pressing his face against your neck, his long fingers tracing the slope of your thigh. "Cove?" You ask sweetly, putting whatever it was you were doing aside. "Do you need something?"

God he loves it when you say his name. The needy ache in him only gets worse, he tries to push your bodies flush together, almost grinding the tent in his pants against your hip. He's never been the best at initiating sex, his mind gets so hazy and the words don't come to his lips.

Not that he always minds, he hardly knows what to say ever, and there are much better uses for his mouth. Like now, as he presses gentle kisses to your neck in place of answering. He toys with the idea of nipping at the sweet skin there, leaving a little mark for later. But he's already so restless seeing a bruise he left marking you as his might have him cumming in his pants, and he really can't do that again.

"My love," You purr, and a sharp shock of want pierces through him. He bucks his hips against you, desperate. "Use your words. What do you want?" What does he want? To bend you over the sofa and fuck you senseless, possibly. To burn all the other clothes on the planet so you always have to prance around in his pjs. To make you cum over and over until you're as restless and needy as he feels. But mostly importantly, most senselessly.

"I want you."

#our life #our life beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove our life #cove x reader #cove x mc #olba #cove holden x you #cove holden x mc #replaying our life for the 17th-ish time and i had. ideas #ty cove for making me write again

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differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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MASTERLIST! (Part 1)

Here are Our Life things I have written :)

Headcannons

-- General headcannons

-- More general headcannons

-- Even more general headcannons

-- EVEN MORE general headcannons!

-- Jealous Cove/Baxter

-- Poly gang taking care of MC after a rough day

-- Poly gang high school sweethearts

-- Our Life boys as millennials

-- Baxter with an arts-and-craftsy MC

-- Our Life boys with a Broadway star MC

-- Poly gang does Derek's Day

-- Poly gang celebrate Baxter's Day and Cove's Day

-- Our Life boys get into serious argument with MC

-- How Cove x Xavier happens

-- More Cove x Xavier

-- MC tells boys they can hold the whole world in their hands, holds boy's face

-- MC with emotionally unavailable parents with Baxter

-- Our Life boys helping MC with finals

-- Our Life boys with MC with small boobs

-- Cove and MC have twins

-- Soft Baxter Part 1

-- Soft Baxter Part 2

-- Poly gang has board game/D&D night

-- Poly gang plays Sims

-- Our Life boys celebrating MC's birthday

-- Poly gang as parents

-- More poly gang as parents

-- Our Life boys' favorite body parts

-- Cove with a sleepyhead MC

-- Our Life boys with YouTuber/streamer MC

-- Our Life boys with vampire MC

-- Regency era Baxter

-- Pamela and Noelani

-- Our Life boys hurt MC's feelings

-- Our Life boys with famous MC

-- MC's relationship with Cliff

-- General poly gang

-- More general poly gang

-- Even more general poly gang

-- MC has a crush on Cove's parents

-- Our Life boys with sick MC

-- Cove with MC with histrionic personality disorder traits

-- Our Life boys with MC that likes to hold hands/link arms

-- How Derex x Tamarack happens

-- Our Life boys react to MC cloning themselves

-- What living with Our Life boys is like

-- Our Life boys with MC with H20 Girls powers

-- Our Life boys with MC whose art has been plagiarized

-- Our Life boys with blind MC

-- Our Life boys with ghost MC

-- Our Life boys with bad boy MC

-- Our Life boys with depressed MC

-- Our Life boys with MC that uses wheelchair/cane

-- Derek shows up for Step 3

Swap AU

-- Swap AU begins

-- First Christmas with Baxter/first Christmas as a couple

-- Baxter's confession

-- MC goes on Step 3 camping trip with Derek/Baxter reacts Part 1

-- MC goes on Step 3 camping trip with Derek/Baxter reacts Part 2

-- Prom with Baxter

-- Step 2 RV trip with Baxter

-- End of Step 3, at the restaurant, with Baxter

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sheynchankawaiiuwu · 6 months

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I sometimes curse my laptop for not having that much memory, like yesterday bc I wasn't able to upload this and I got upset at myself for being an idiot and not checking the wiki-

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY SWEET AND LOVABLE COVE!! I praise GBpatch for creating such a heartthrob of a character <3333

#olba #our life #olba cove #olba mc #our life cove #our life beginnings & always #our life mc #our life beginnings and always #cove holden #cove x mc #cove holden x reader #cove holden x gn reader #cove holden x male reader #olba cove holden #olba oc #cove holden my beloved #cove holden x female reader #cove holden x mc #cove holden x you

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allidoistrytrytryy · 8 months

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a moment's silence when my baby puts her mouth on me (cove holden x reader)

ao3 version here

summary: Cove Holden and the black underwear (from Patreon moment 2, if you know you know), except it's his own surprise on a random Friday (smut with feelings)

word count: 3,116 words

tags: smut, porn with feelings, porn without plot, light dom/sub, switching, sexual intimacy, they're in love your honour, author has been feeling insane about cove for years and lately about the black underwear so here we are (female reader implied but i tried to be as non-descriptive as possible, can be a male trans reader too)

You were exhausted, your fingers rubbed at your eyelids and at your forehead, trying to take the headache away.

You had had a large project at your job, long hours, and planning that took too much of your time. You came home late, too late, so late sometimes Cove would already be in bed or asleep on the couch, always waiting for you (even though you had told him to sleep, not to wait up for you if you were too late, but he insisted every time).

You sighed at the thought of your fiancee. You missed him too much, missed being able to have time with him, going out on weekends or lazing around after work to watch a show you would fall asleep through anyway, snuggled in his warmth.

You hadn’t been able to do that in more than two weeks, always working, always in contact with your coworkers to continue the project even deep into the night. You were glad today was the presentation, and then you were taking a few days off, away from everything.

You felt the fear in your gut at the presentation. You were nerves on legs, as you always were when you had to talk in front of an audience. You knew that would never change, the way you spaced out, waiting and waiting, at your desk.

Your phone buzzed on your desk, which took you out of your thoughts and the ball in your stomach. A smile crept up on your face before you even had the time to read what the text said, at the name appearing on your screen.

Cove.

Romeo: You have this, show them what you’re made of. Love you. <3

You smiled hard, your finger rubbing at the heart emoji with the text, at the picture you had set as his picture on your phone. A picture of him asleep on your couch, snuggled under a blanket, his long hair freed from its usual low bun.

You hadn’t been able to resist the urge to take a picture, and your fingers had gone through his hair.

You sent him a heart back, now fired back up. You could do this, go home and kiss your fiancee senselessly until you fell asleep snuggled into his warmth.

And the presentation happened. It went well, and you shared smiles and compliments with your colleagues. Sighs of relief. You could all go home peacefully tonight.

Which you did. You sprinted to your car when the hour came, your colleagues’ laughter following you down the elevator. They all knew you were eager to be home again, to be with the fiancee you talked about too much. (You couldn’t help it. You loved Cove Holden too much, loved him since you were eight. What could you do?)

The drive went quickly and you arrived at your little place a bit further from the city in record time. When you parked in your spot, next to Cove’s car who was already there and home, you realized you had forgotten to send him a text. You bit your lip, hoping he hadn’t waited for it.

Five unread texts with Cove inquiring about the presentation, worried. Shit.

You climbed the stairs of the apartment complex quickly, your keys already in hand. You entered.

”I’m home! Sorry, I completely forgot to answer your texts, I’m so so...” You interrupted yourself by the sight of your living room, your coffee table with a range of plates and food, and even a cake.

Hands sneaked around your waist, a kiss on your hair, a chest against your back. Your fiancee enveloped you, mint, citrus and this particular ocean smell in your nose and you finally relaxed. “Hi sweetheart, how was it?” he asked gently.

You turned around in his arms and, as always, you had to crane your neck to look up into his eyes. You hadn't been fortunate with height while Cove had had too much of it over the years. His arms circled your waist. “Went smoothly, we can finally breathe now,” you answered and got on your tiptoes to kiss him quickly, which he answered with that giddy smile he never lost around you. “Now, what’s all of this, Covie?”

”Well, I knew it would go perfectly since it’s you,” you rolled your eyes at the remark but the smile betrayed you, the blush even more. “and wanted to celebrate it. I got your favorite things from your favorite places and got a cake.”

Cove looked like it wasn’t even an effort, and it wasn’t in your relationship. You both made so much effort, so much again and again for each other that it was just normal. But, it didn't change the fact that you were always touched by every gesture.

You still couldn’t phantom how dear you were to this man sometimes. You still couldn’t understand how your heart never seemed to stop expanding for him, taking in every piece, every detail, every word and action from him.

Your hands dragged his face to you, to kiss him deeply, like you had wanted to since you had finished the project. He sighed against your lips, that content sigh, his lips and tongue entangled with yours. An intimacy you could never get enough of.

”I love you so much,” you whispered against his lips and his eyes misted over, your crybaby, always yours.

”I love you too,” he whispered as if he didn’t want to break the calm of the moment, wanted to stay in this moment suspended in time.

Until you dragged him to the couch to drape yourself over him, eating and barely paying attention to whatever was on the TV as background noise. You talked about the project. He talked about his day and his own job.

When you finished, he pushed you to the bathroom. “Go take a bath, relax, I got the dishes,” Cove reassured and you pouted.

”But, I can help, I didn’t get dinner so it should be me,” you whined in his shoulder and he laughed while pushing in the bathroom while you couldn’t do anything.

”No way. Go, now,” he kissed your cheek and you still pouted as you got into the bathroom.

You did well on what he had told you to do, spending too much time in a hot bath until it got cold, your body wrapped in your comfortable fuzzy robe. You finally stepped out to get to the bedroom, itching to put your pajamas on, and fall asleep next to Cove.

The too-large shirt was in your hands, actually just one of Cove’s shirts you had stolen and never returned, as you did since you were teenagers, even before you were officially truly together. You hadn’t realized why the light was so dim, hadn't realized Cove was on the bed.

You turned your head slowly and you felt your knees wobble, felt your eyes widen until they almost popped out of your skull.

You had seen Cove in all types of clothes and nakedness over the years. You knew him and his body by heart, the moles, the sleeve on his right arm that you loved to kiss all over, the dips, and where the redness would creep. But right now? You were speechless.

Cove fucking Holden was sat against the headboard, half-lidded eyes on you, but you could see the blush high on his face and ears and down his neck. He was naked, well, except for the underwear but it was the underwear that made you want to scream.

It was black but it barely hid anything, the green happy trail visible from that delicious V-shape you liked to bite, down a dangerous low dip. Straps followed his hips and they showed his hipbones. You almost wanted to ask him to get up and show the back, to see how it looked over that ass you loved too much.

”Surprise,” he simply said, wanting to sound sultry but ending up at excited, embarrassed, waiting.

The shirt slipped through your fingers, forgotten on the floor, and you were still speechless. “What...are you...” you swallowed hard, heat at the back of your neck, on your ears.

Large shoulders were shrugged and he tilted his head, “I… we talked about how I wanted to try some...lingerie out and I thought it would be a good idea for a celebration.”

He was still waiting and you could see how waiting affected him, the redness ever more present on his face and down his neck, the quick jostle of his knee. You approached the bed slowly, eyes laser-focused on him.

You could feel a restraint slowly unfurling in your gut, a wait. You had missed Cove and his hands on you, you had missed the everyday intimacy but you had also missed the sexual intimacy you shared. You both couldn’t have enough of each other sometimes, a pull between your hearts and your bodies.

Your hands settled on the edge of the bed, and you crawled slowly to him, putting up a show for his eyes and his eyes only. The robe dipped down and he gulped, his eyes on your cleavage, on your bare chest visible underneath. You smirked, finding a place between his legs, hands on his thighs, so so close to the dangerous piece of underwear that threatened your composure.

”So, you decided to gift my eyes with this, baby?” you whispered, a finger playing with a strap at his hip. “You’re way too good for me.”

Cove gulped again and you wanted to bite at his Adam’s apple, leaving marks on his pale skin until everybody would know. He shook his head.

”What? You don't agree that you’re too good for me?” you asked, a little pout at the words, your eyes on his face. You were playing the game of how sultry you could be, how much you could push it until his own restraints broke. “Maybe I should show you.”

Your hands traced the straps and the edges of the underwear. Your mouth found a nipple as your hands traced but never touched where you could feel a hardness growing and growing. His moans hit your ears and you smiled, your tongue playing from one nipple to another.

”You don't have to...” he tried to say, his moans high, and god, did you love how vocal he could be. He was always so vocal, so good.

”I want to, so be a good boy, baby,” you whispered, bit at the side of his chest, so muscular, so pretty. He moaned higher, hips bucking against your chest. Your mouth traveled down and down, following the green trail of hair. “Driving me crazy with this, Covie.”

Your hands caressed the hardness over the fabric, but your mouth found the tip already out with how hard he was. The dip was so low that the tip was the only thing visible, so your tongue swirled around it, the saltiness hitting your tastebuds. You moaned, fingers at the straps.

”Oh my god," Cove whined loudly, hips bucking again, the tip making its way deeper into your mouth. “Shit, sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to...”

You shook your head and pulled at the straps downward, until the underwear sat underneath his cock and you pushed more and more into your mouth, desperate for more, to make him feel even better.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck," you heard him repeat and you wanted to smile, to tease him like you always did because he only ever cursed in those moments, so gone, so desperate.

More and more, until you felt tears in your eyes, until you breathed through your nose, hands at what you couldn’t fit down your throat because of how big he was. But you loved it, thighs clenching to relieve the ache that formed in between.

It wasn’t about you, even though you could spend hours between his legs, to look at his head thrown back, his eyes closed and face scrunched up, like now. He looked out of this world, long hair around his head, down his shoulders, redness still at his face, sweat down his neck and on his chest. You couldn’t believe he was yours still.

”Shit, sweetheart, I’m gonna… I’m...” Cove’s voice rang out and you felt how tight his balls were getting, see how his abs tightened. He was close, and a part of you wanted him to cum in your mouth, but you had another plan.

You popped off his hardness with a loud pop, saliva around your mouth, and his head rose up, his eyes opened in question. You crawled back up his body, your hands opening your robe, until you could throw it on the floor beside the large bed. You settled on his lap, hands on his shoulders.

You swatted his hands away before they could fall on your hips, and you saw the small pout on his face that you kissed away with a laugh. “Sorry, no touching baby, be good a bit longer for me,” you kissed along his face, nibbled at his neck, leaving a few hickeys as your hips moved, your wetness rubbing on his cock.

Cove whined still against your shoulder, “But you look so good… And you’re so wet,” he moaned, groaned. “Let me touch you, please,” he begged but you shook your head, your hips rising up to catch the tip at the edge of your wetness, of your warmth.

You slowly sunk down, your own moan unable to stay in your throat at the delicious burn his cock always gave you, that fullness that always took your breath away. You hummed as you sank lower and lower.

His eyes were closed tightly, his body trembled when you finished back on his lap, the length fully inside you. You stayed still, enjoying the moment, and his hands stayed beside his hips, beside the underwear that was still underneath his cock, trapping his legs in place. He was taut, all muscles tight and restrained.

”Please, please, move," Cove begged and you could only answer with your hips moving up and slamming back down.

Your moans intertwined with Cove’s, as you rode him, slowly, building a faster rhythm with every breath, every moan. You rode him, a deep pleasure building in your stomach, pleasure built with his moans in your ear, your teeth at his shoulder.

You rode him until your thighs trembled and his hips, so restrained until now, slammed up in response. You almost screamed his name. It had hit that one spot deep inside and your body had fallen down onto his chest.

All restraint broke in his body, his hands at your hips, so tight you knew you would feel them still tomorrow, “Sorry, I can’t...” he breathed out, before his hips slammed up again and again, his hands guiding your hips down every time.

“Fuck, Cove, Cove,” you repeated his name, your forehead on his shoulder, your eyes on the spot that joined your two bodies together, his cock sliding in and out.

His name on your lips broke him again and you lost all control you had on the situation. His hands manhandled you on your back, almost ripped the underwear that had started it all off his legs, and he had your legs folded against his chest before he slid back in.

The breath was knocked out of your chest, your hands tugged at his hair, and your eyes were on him always. The muscles bulging with every movement, the sweat trickling down, the pure ferocity and desperation on his face.

Cove wasn't always pushed to this side of dominance, if not ever. Not to this degree. You both liked to switch, to play with what were the limits and new things, but falling back into lovemaking most of the time. Here, your gentle sweet Cove was gone, to leave a rougher Cove you loved too, your moans encouraging him.

”Don’t stop, Cove, don’t stop," you begged, hands desperate in his hair, hips moving to answer every thrust deep inside, against the spot. You could barely talk and he could only groan and moan, his own mouth busy on your nipples, back arched.

You were getting closer and closer, and he could feel it, the way you arched more and more, the way you were tighter and tighter around him, the way your moans only got louder. His eyes were on your face, a hand moving down from your hip to the nub of nerves, so wet from everything.

Your head tilted back into the pillow, “Cove, I’m… I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, warned and he hummed in response, his thumb insistent on your clit, in time with every thrust. Your back arched even more, the pleasure exploding in your stomach, behind your eyes, and in your whole body until you were left a trembling thing underneath Cove.

His thrusts slowed down, but your hips moved and you shook your head. “No, don't stop, need you to cum,” you croaked out, voice spent, hands still tugging at his hair.

”I don’t want to hurt you,” Cove moaned over you, eyes half-lidded on your face, but you shook your head again. You tugged him closer, forehead against his.

”You can’t hurt me. Please Cove, I love you, please,” you begged, his thrusts were erratic and you could tell he was close.

”I love you, fuck, I love you so much, I love you," he repeated against your cheek, and you hummed, answered back, until he moaned louder.

Until the final thrust, until he came deep inside you with your name on his lips and you kissed his face.

Cove detangled himself from you only to bring back a wet washcloth, to wipe you and himself. You only got up to go the toilets, fast and impatient, to find him back in bed, under the covers.

You cuddled in his arms, your cheek on his shoulder, legs entangled to look at him. Content, beautiful. It was magical, as always, to go to sleep with him every night, to have him be the last thing you always saw at night.

”Well, that was a nice surprise," you giggled and he smiled lazily. “I’ll be the one to surprise you next time.”

He groaned lightly but laughed, forehead hitting yours gently. “If you want me to really die, sure,” and you could only laugh, his lips on your eyelids, yours reaching up to kiss his eyebrows. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

You hummed, “I love you, Covie.”

His smile grew larger, and his cheeks turned red as always, “I love you too.”

And you fell asleep, safe, happy, home, where you belonged.

#our life #our life beginnings & always #our life beginnings #cove holden #cove holden headcannons #cove holden smut #cove holden x reader #cove holden x mc #cove holden x you #cove holden fanfic #our life fanfic

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coveted-covey · 3 months

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Word count: 2,161

Living near a beach all their life ideally would have made anyone develop a better immune system than most.

There’s the warmth of the ever-loving sun, the salty ocean breeze, the fun things you could do on the beach. With that said, you really don’t know what got you bedridden since yesterday night.

*Ah-choo!!*

You quickly grab a tissue from your bedside table, bringing it to your face to blow your nose pitifully. A cough quickly follows suit, shaking your whole being. You gingerly toss the balled up tissue to the bin except that you miss it by a couple of feet. Head throbbing from the hard cough you just had, you huff in annoyance as you slather your hands with the hand sanitizer you have on you.

“Goddd, I hate being sick.”

That seems to be the cue for Mom to knock and come in with a tray of what you could only guess as chicken noodle soup, a glass of water, and medicine. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

You whine despite yourself. “Bad,” you try to sit up slowly when another sneeze hunches your upper body. “Ugh, very bad.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby,” she sets the tray on your bedside table then reaches out to feel your forehead using the back of her hand. She hums thoughtfully, “Still hasn’t gone down. Here, eat. The warm soup should make you feel better.”

She adjusts the pillow behind you and you uncurl your back as she does so. “Where’s Ma?”

Your Mom sniffs and dabs fake tears from her eyes. “You look for Ma while I’m right here? You hurt my feelings, [Name].”

The scowl you’re wearing must have worked (as much as a half-hearted scowl could) because she adds right after a small endearing sigh, “She had to go to work. You know that she’d have wanted to be here taking care of you instead of going to work, but I already took the day off. You’ll see her this afternoon, okay?” She fixes your hair and kisses your forehead softly.

“Okay. Thank you,” you try to clear your throat. “I’ll feed myself, Mom, no need to worry.” She laughs at that.

With the food set up on the bed tray, she stands up then gestures to the door. “Then I’ll be outside if you need me.”

You make a noncommittal sound then start spooning the soup to eat. It’s good. Warm and soothing. You are on your fifth spoonful when you hear the doorbell ring muffledly from the first floor.

“Hi, Cove!” You hear your Mom’s voice greet the visitor. Your ears instantly perk up at that. Cove? There was a bit of a hushed discussion and then you hear the door close.

Did he leave? You pout at the thought. Maybe Mom made him leave because you're sick. You frown harder at that. But you want to see him…

The spoon is halfway to your mouth once again when you hear a soft knock from the other side of your door. “[Name]? It’s Cove.”

“C-Cove!” you almost choke at your words when a hack disrupts your speech. “Come” –a cough– “in–”

The door opens, your neighbor’s wavy eyebrows downturned as he surveys you. “I’m here… Are you okay?”

You chuckle at that. “As okay as someone could be with their immunocytes fighting for their life.”

He laughs airily, the mirth not quite reaching his eyes. “I heard that you were sick. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You look at your phone five steps away from your bed and he follows your gaze. “Something about my phone being literally out of my reach.” You turn to him, “How did you know I’m sick?”

“Liz.”

“Oh– I may or may not have been complaining to her about wanting to see you but not being able to.”

“Oh… I was actually almost sent away just now, but I also wanted to see you so I tried to convince your mom to let me stay.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“Thanks for staying.”

“No problem.”

You blink at him, his gaze locked onto your eyes. There’s an expression on his face that you can’t quite place. Almost like–but maybe it’s just your fever making you see things–

“I’m sorry we can’t hang out,” you shift awkwardly. “Weren’t you planning on doing something today?”

He breaks off his gaze from you and moves to bring your desk chair beside your bed. “It’s alright. I-it’s not as fun without you around.”

You look down at the soup starting to cool off on your tray, feeling your cheeks become hotter for some reason. “...I see.” You bite your lip, still not looking up.

Cove sits on the chair and looks at the poster on the opposite wall. “You should probably finish the soup.”

You regard him, a bit incredulous. “You gonna watch me eat?”

It’s then that you notice he’s not looking at you and that his ears and neck are redder than when he got sunburnt that one time he stubbornly did not put on sunscreen. That only happened once, in your younger years, and you never saw it happen again. Maybe he stayed too long outside before coming to your house. You open your mouth to speak when he responds:

“Well, not watch watch, that would be weird–! I just thought it’d be nice to hang out here, for a bit, since you can’t go outside and all. And I don’t have to stay if you’d rather be alone; I totally understand–” he gestures wildly, and you feel your hand stretching out to his gesticulating hands.

“Calm down, Cove,” you laugh softly. “I want you here. I mean,” you clear your throat, “Yes, of course we can hang out. Though I’m kind of worried about you catching whatever I have right now.”

Your neighbor stills, looking fixedly at your hand touching his wrist. Then he looks up, seagreen eyes wavering a bit. Softly, he says, “I think I’ll be fine. I’ll stay.”

You grin at him, reluctantly letting go of his wrist. “So what were you doing before coming here?”

He smiles back, then regales you of stories about what he did earlier today as you finish up your chicken noodle soup and take your medicine.

~*~

You fell asleep.

Cove looks at your sleeping figure, seemingly deep in thought. He breathes out a laugh when you wrinkle your nose in your sleep.

Cute.

Huh, what?

Man, he should get it together.

He sighs, defeated. There’s something that’s been bothering him lately.

It’s you.

He can’t seem to stop thinking about you lately, and it’s driving him insane.

He finds himself staring at you more. He blames it on how bright and captivating your smile is.

He finds himself itching to touch you more. But you’re best friends. You do touch platonically quite a lot. You hold hands when necessary. (When he helps you go up the poppy hill. When he helps you go down to the beach. When you go to town during the peak summer season and he doesn’t want to lose you in the not-quite-a-crowd crowd. Those are what he considers necessary.) And you do hug. Side hugs are quite normal in your friendship, but lately he does not seem to want to let go.

It’s you, on his mind, 24/7. He’s not sure for how much longer he can take it.

You shift in your sleep, kicking off your blanket. His mind stops whirring at that and stands up to gently put the blanket back over your exposed feet.

Inching his chair closer, he eyes your hand over the blanket and sighs again for the hundredth time in the past hour.

He wants to hold your hand so bad.

But it’s just right there, open for the taking. He’s almost sure you wouldn’t mind him holding your hand, but doing it while you’re asleep and unaware is making him doubt that.

His hands tremble on his lap.

He’s gonna do it.

His heart beats faster inside his ribcage and sweat beads on his neck. Slowly and steadily, he outstretches his hand until the pads of his fingers lightly touch the back of your hand. Gently, he flips your hand over then clasps your hand in his.

He wills his heart rate down then marvels at you.

Smiling to himself, he stands and leans down to press a light kiss on your temple.

“Feel better soon, [Name].”

With that soft get well soon wish, he sits back down, your hand in his hand.

Maybe one day he’ll be able to confess his feelings for you. And he’ll get to do it while you’re awake.

~*~

You blink blearily, seeing your bedroom walls shining with a bright orange-pink glow from your window. With a deep sigh, you look at the digital clock you have on your bedside table. It reads 5:37 PM.

Must’ve fallen asleep sometime after eating– And.

Oh, right! Cove was here.

Your eyes look around, trying to get back to the waking world. Did he leave already?

That’s when you notice a weight on your hand, then you look to your side to see your neighbor, Cove James Holden, asleep, using one arm as a pillow as his other hand holding yours. His seagreen hair almost looked golden due to the sunset hues coming from the window behind him.

Like a moth to a flame, you can’t help but draw your other hand close to touch his hair. You’re about to pat his head when you feel his hand lightly grip the hand in his hold. “[Name]?”

You smile awkwardly at him, caught red handed. You clear your throat. “Uh, good evening?”

He grins at you drowsily, taking your other hand and letting it flop on his hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you smile softly. Better since you came here.

“Hmm, that’s good,” he yawns. “Sorry, I fell asleep here.”

“Wouldn't be the first time.”

“Ha, you’re right,” he laughs, eyes shining as he beholds you. “[Name].”

“Hmm?” You continue stroking his now-golden hair, a soft smile on your face.

He looks at you seriously and you see the gears in his head turn and finally decide against what he initially planned. He shakes his head, looking down at your joined hands. “Sorry, it’s nothing.”

You nod sagely, then give him a light grin. “It’s okay… Feel free to tell me when you’re ready.”

“I will. When I’m ready.”

With hands comfortable in each other's, the both of you sit in contemplative silence; it's quiet but not uncomfortable. For a brief moment only the rolling waves from the beach and your soft breathing were the only sounds you can hear, then you ask,

“Hey, you did not use the window,” you tease.

He grins, gently pushing stray hair from your eyes, “You're practically bedridden, would you have opened it for me still?”

“Yes.”

Maybe it's because of the way you looked while you said it, or the fact that the answer quickly left your mouth, but your response startles a laugh out of Cove. “I figured. Which is why I didn't. Shouldn't disturb resting patients and all that.” He laughs fondly, adjusting his hold on your now sweating palms. He does not seem to want to let go despite that.

You pout. Is he making fun of you?

“Sorry, I'm not making fun of you,” he lightly grins, his thumb rubbing at your hand soothingly. “I just really didn’t want to disturb you while you're resting.”

Your heart rate speeds up and your face heats up at his soft admission, leaving you no choice but to look away. God, you really, really hate being sick. Maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you, because why is he looking at you like that?

Him and his soft eyes and soft grin and soft hair and soft demeanor looking at you like he’s…

…

“What a charmer,” you mutter under your breath.

Your neighbor’s wavy eyebrows shoot up at that, “What?” His lips wobble into a startled frown and whines, “Hey, I was being serious you know.”

You sigh, then slowly shift yourself up. You do not miss the way Cove immediately stands to help you, his hand still holding yours. You take in the hold he has on you then at him as he settles back down once you’re comfortably sitting up.

“Cove.”

“Hmm?”

You laugh at the feeling of deja vu. Didn’t this happen just a few minutes earlier? You grin at him. “Nothing, I guess I’ll tell you when you’re ready to tell me what you were about to tell me earlier.” You lightly squeeze his hand in yours to tell him that you’re not making fun of him.

It may be too soon, but you hope he tells you tomorrow when you’re fully recovered.

fic by @coveted-covey (2024).

a/n: slowly experimenting with formatting and stuff. i'm still not sure what i'm doing but i'm getting there! lol

#divider by @cafekitsune #this is such a cute divider oml. i hope nobody else is currently using it in OLBA fics!#cove holden x reader #cove holden x reader fluff #cove holden x you #cove x mc #cove holden fluff #olba cove #our life cove #cove holden #cove x reader #cove our life

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sugar-omi · 5 months

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Dilf!Cove spicy headcanons… crumbs for the masses please… 👀

HELP I SPIRALED THIS IS SO LONG.... THIS AINT CRUMBS ITS LITERALLY A WHOLE MEAL

but no bc why did this actually get outta hand.... um. anyway.... may or may not fix the format bc there's a lot going on but.. enjoy :)

tags : NSFW, DILF!cove, headcanons, multiple choice dialogue, dilf!cove is just frisky okay you just gotta read it, bit of bottom/switch cove, lots of service top cove

synopsis : nsfw dilf!cove headcanons

big. big man. big, beefy, squishy, thicc man with PROMINENT VEINS IN HIS (BIG) HANDS and he KNOWS ITS HOT and he ABUSES IT BC HE KNOWS YOU LOVE IT

constantly grabbing you, rubbing your thigh and back and shoulder...

can't drive properly unless he has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his

don't be afraid to smack his hand away, because thats how you end up giving truck drivers a show on the highway bc your nasty ass husband is fingering you or jerking you off until you're sloppy

like i think a few truckers know you by now....

he's so bad for yalls reputation</3

also you can't pay him enough to button his shirt up all the way.

minimum 3 buttons undone.

usually has 4-5 buttons undone and when he bends over you can see his (pierced) nipples and all the bite marks n hickeys you left behind last night

sleeps in less and less clothes

remember how someone (on twt i think? maybe it wasn an anon tho) said smth about why does cove wear long pants n shirt when he doesnt like layers?

well he had that epiphany too

and at first it was pants and tank top, or long sleeves n shorts

then tank and shorts... then just his boxers....

but now, he'll sleep full on naked

ofc if you're uncomfortable with it, he won't.

but who doesn't want their sexy husband to sleep naked?

it leads to interesting mornings too..

cove's hard length pressed up against you because he can't sleep without holding or being close to you

and for weeks, the morning starts with lazy hand-jobs, frisky blow-jobs (especially when he's sleeping, something you surprised him with when he said he dreamed about that yesterday)

and then it ended up with you or him on top of the other, your/his hips never too far away and you're lazily kissing..

or cove cuddling you in the morning, and you slip him inside you or he slips between your thighs.. cove loves it when you do that, pushing your ass back on him and he can just hold you while you fuck yourself on his cock

loves to take you on vacation or lil getaways

you're kids are grown and you're empty nesters, even if theyre still at home for college, they dont necessarily need you now

so if cove takes you away on a beach vacation, surprising you with a boat for a week. thats great!!!

and you promise to send your family pictures, but please be careful...

because that picture of the view through the window? you can see your naked husband in the reflection

that picture of you laying in bed with breakfast? you can see his soft cock laying on his thigh...

besides those photos, maybe think twice before sending the 'safe' ones or prepare for comments telling you to get a room (or your kids sending sick emojis or something bc cove is being touchy in the photo)

bc cove is either grabbing your butt, chest, his face in your neck, and/or he has you on his lap, and you can basically see the nasty thoughts in his head or his look of satisfaction or his hand is (once again) in a dangerous spot...

everyone jokes abt you 2 having the time of your lives over there, especially away from the kids

kid: please leave the sexual tension at the door BEFORE YOU GET HOME!!!! ✋️✋️

which they'd be right abt, because that selfie of you guys using the mini-bar in the backyard?

cove bends you over the mini-bar and sucks you off / eats you out until you complain abt the surface hurting your back and then he picks you up and brings you inside

that selfie of the two of you or one of you in the infinity pool, both of yall in your cute new swimsuits you bought for this trip, having a drink?

after that picture, cove has you leaning back on your elbows, the water splashing and clapping between you as he fucks you

or you'll be trying to take a selfie and he swims up behind you, and fucks you from behind.. your body squished between his body and the wet tile as he tells you how good you look in that swimsuit...

yeah definitely fucks you in the pool or hot tub several times.

while sitting in the hot tub, he has you in his lap and he's thrusting up into you, your arms wrapped around him and he's sucking on your chest

that picture of you guys in your formal wear, about to go to dinner?

you were so late that your table almost got given away, all because cove begged you to let him give you head after you got ready and dolled up

and you aren't even gonna mention how he stopped in the middle of getting ready himself to fuck you over the bathroom counter after you got out the shower

yeah, everyone sees you guys absolutely glowing when you come back, and there's definitely a mark or two on each of you that isn't hidden

mmm this is why I can see cove buying a boat

sometimes you can't afford to take a whole trip abroad or outta state

so why not spend the day on the boat, and maybe.. just maybe... you can sunbathe, sip mimosas, let cove give you head.... sounds like a great time <33

omfg surprises you with lingerie

buys himself something risque and lays out a trail of petals to the bedroom from the front door, and there he is, on a fluffy bed with more petals, laid/sat up all pretty

surprises you with toys too

even if its more of a gift to him, it benefits you <3

who wouldn't wanna pleasure their stressed husband after a long week, using whatever vibe, dildo, plug, or fleshlight that he picked out for you to use on him

even begs you to fuck / peg him, he really just wants you to take care of him

or if you let him, he'll fuck himself on your cock (or your mouth) until he feels better

also does it for you

buys you cute lil toys to use on you alongside his mouth or cock

no matter what, loves to pleasure you, especially with his own body

constantly using his mouth or fingers on you, he lives for it

also buys you lingerie if you'd like it

but mainly buys you clothes. be it formal, casual, or whatever

likes to dress you up period, especially for dates

ofc there's always a surprise in there :)

which always leads to you rushing home or sneaking into the bathroom at the restaurant n one of you tugging at the others clothes

omfg nudes and taking pics/videos...

by this point, cove will send you a cheeky nude or video while you're at work just to make you rush home or call him on your lunch break

loves it if he gets to come to your work and you ride him in the parking lot, growling about how dirty he is

if you send him a nude or video while he's at work, fuck he's in pieces

needs you to come fuck him or suck him off, or even let him get you off (he'll definitely jerk off while giving you head)

sometimes he just can't help but wanna take a picture of you and/or him during sex

you just look so pretty; covered in sweat n hickeys (and his cum<3), stuffed with his dick, or your head thrown back from pleasure when he's going down on you.

or his fingers stirring up your insides until all you can hear in the video is your sloppy insides, loud moans, and occasionally cove's dirty talk n babbles about how good you are for him

also wants to commemorate you or him looking pretty in lingerie

poses all pretty for you, shows off his fat ass in his lacy undies... he's just so cute

so not only do you guys have a lovely memory of a spicy anniversary (or random tuesday) night, but you also have material for the spank bank

because when you're away long enough, you can expect a naughty call from cove in the middle of the night

someetimes he sends you a text to please call him, he needs to hear your voice... or you catch him in the middle of reminiscing

he's all breathy and panting, tries to act normal but after the first few times, doesn't even bother trying to pretend his not rutting up into his hand or fucking himself on one of his favorite thick dildos<3

#can you tell i think abt dilf!cove alot #also imma need some fics w dilf cove atp cause i said some STUFF n it is such a thought #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #olba #cove holden x reader #smut #cove holden smut #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader smut #cove holden x you

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lexsssu · 3 months

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Bully (Cove Holden)

TAGS: Cove/F!reader, yandere, obsession, possessive behavior, breeding, impregnation, smut, timelines/alternate universes, drabble Ao3 ver.

“Can you see where we’re connected, love? Can you feel just how we fit so perfectly together? It would never feel this good, this right with anyone else…”

No matter how many times he made love to you, it will never cease to amaze Cove just how right it feels to slowly slip the weeping tip of his cock inside your wet cunt before pushing the rest of his sizeable length in one swift thrust. He absolutely loves the way your eyes glaze over, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape when he begins one of his favorite pastimes, bullying your adorable little pussy until it almost hurts.

Can you blame him though?

Whenever he sees the skin of your lower belly bulging out when he’s balls-deep inside of you, Cove feels something within him snap, and he is left with nothing but the need to completely empty himself inside of you.

It’s the only way to get River back of course—

Besides, you two were grown adults now, and ever since he’d taken over and expanded his dad’s scuba shop, he made more than enough to support you and your soon-to-be children.

His dad would certainly be happy to finally have grandchildren to love and spoil.

But more importantly, he knows that parenthood will be the best thing to ever happen to you both because he remembers just how happy your life was before this world tried to rewrite and take what’s his.

When he feels your cunny creaming around his cock for the umpteenth as globs of your combined slick and semen drip down on the soft sheets of your bed, Cove knows that there is no other place he’d rather be than with you.

“What do you think about River for a boy and Coral for a girl?”

#lexsssu writes #our life beginnings and always #cove holden x reader #cove holden x you #cove holden x y/n #crossposted on ao3

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jubileexoxo · 10 months

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UMMMMM, THIS IS SO SKRUNKLY BYE

idk how to make it pretty i’m sorry :( also i don’t care too it’s 2AM over here TEEHEE

Many way, NSFW Cove Holden Headcanons!!

MDNI, ofc you silly??2!2, Talk of switch Cove, sub leaning switch Cove, Soft dom Cove, COVE WHIMPERS AND MOANSSS IM TELLING YOU UGH?!2!2 Not much mention of reader but everything should gender neutral! he’s so pretty ok i’m done gn

Starting off strong, in my nasty ol’ mind, Cove is indefinitely a switch!! Common knowledge, maybe but I also think he wouldn’t be like a sub leaning switch or a dom leaning switch, he’s very 50/50!

BUT, if he did lean towards either or, I feel when you first start getting intimate with one another since he’s inexperienced, he’d definitely be sub leaning!! He lets you take the lead especially since he’d be a little nervous, what if he ends up hurting you? You teach him how your body works, where to touch you and what feels good.

The first time you touch him, the man practically MELTS in your arms and you CANNOT tell me Cove doesn’t whimper. It’s a simple handjob, but he’s just SOOOOO sensitive, he can’t help himself! He can’t stop himself from bucking into your hand as you work his cock with your soft hands, barely able to form proper sentences as he whimpers in your ear how good it feels, rambling on about how much he loves you.

SHUT UP HE GIVES LIKE DAZED SMILES AND KISSES CAUSE IT FEELS SO GOOD MY BRAIN IS SO BIG!,())23?

Sorry anyway, it gets better when you suck him off for the first time. Baby would be so nervous, but when you wrap your lips around him for the first time, he’s gone. In absolute euphoria. Imagining he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and your between his legs, his hips tremble as he tries to keep himself from rocking into your mouth but it’s just too much for him, he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands so he either has a death grip on the sheets or a hand on the back of your head.

STOPPP, HE BITES HIS LIP TO STOP HIMSELF FROM MOANING SO LOUD FUCKKKK??$);)$’

I’ll do like first time putting it in another day CAUSE I HAVE TOO MUCH TO SAYYY??/)2!

I’m getting carried away sorry, but as you guys get older and he’s more experienced thus is where I introduce to you: Soft Dom! Cove, LIKE TELL ME THAT DOESN'T SOUND SO GOOD?)2))2

In another universe he’s a pleasure dom but SHUTURPvhwbqbw!!)

This man will literally neglect his own needs in the bedroom because he wants you to feel good before anything else. He loves to see the kind of faces you make, and the way you cling to him when he’s making you feel so good, reminiscent of how you treated him when he was inexperienced.

While I do agree with the Cove wanting you to sit on his face HC, HEAR ME OUT!! He instead has you standing up while he’s on his knees for you, strong arms keeping you on shaky legs, as you cum in his mouth over and over again, unsure if you want to pull him in or push him away because it’s just too much. This man will have you on your feet until your legs start to give out or until you tell him to stop!!

Not gonna get too deep into positions but LET ME TELL YOU SUM!!!

This man absolutely LOVES when you ride him like PLEASE!! He either has his hands on your hips helping you bounce in it when or wrapped around your waist, fucking up into you.

AND STAR OF THE SHOW, PLEASEEE HE LOVES TO CARRY YOU WHILE YOU FUCK!!1!2? Like it takes a while for him to realize how much he loves it, but once he does he cant stop?2!2 He loves how he can see all your beautiful expressions while he makes you take his cock, either holding you up himself or has you pressed against a wall he, pressing his warm body against your own.

IMAGINE HIM HOLDING YOU UP WITH ONLY ONE ARM THATS FUCKING CRAZY!!2)23

I’m tired but one last hc its not nsfw but i love giant cove, I love how tall he’s made out to be i’d purposely be such a pick me like “omg Cove your so tall!!🥺” EWWWW SORRY BYE?)$$)(

#trixiedust #cove holden x reader smut #cove holden smut #cove holden #cove holden x reader #our life: beginnings & always #our life #cove holden x mc #cove holden x you #cove holden x jamie last #gender neautral reader #ol cove #ol:ba

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araarataki · 1 year

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sfw alphabet ft. cove holden || GN READER, no mentions of gender specifics whatsoever. mostly implies you’re romantically involved.

a/n: I have no excuse other than that i’ve been playing ol:ba and I’m down bad for ocean boy. fair warning some things are canon so I’d just be elaborating on said canon.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Going to start this off by saying I’ll try not to deviate from canon when I don’t have to. He’s clingy, he’s incredibly affectionate by nature and that really doesn’t change as he grows up. His canon primary love languages are words of affirmation and gift giving and I do stand by that, though I imagine for the former he tends to stumble over his words a lot. Personally, I feel physical touch is also a big thing for him once he’s more comfortable. He likes being on both the giving and receiving end of this.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you’re reading this you’ve likely played the game, so as for how it starts… you know. That aside, golden retriever levels of loyalty. Definitely the “made me think of you” person, so sends you memes when he finds them and gets you little trinkets for that same reason. You’re like his favorite person and he’ll try to spend as much time as possible with you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Absolutely loves cuddles. On the couch, in bed. He’ll take any opportunity to hold you in his arms. Generally he’s the big spoon but he’s not at all opposed to being little spoon. Also a very big fan of any position where the two of you are facing each other. He can hold and be held at the same time?? Amazing. Expect to feel a pair of lips on you when you cuddle.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Definitely wants to settle down with his partner. I mean, c’mon the dialogue about wanting to get married? He wants it all. He’s fine when it comes to cleaning, he’ll do what needs to be done. As for cooking, he’s okay. He can manage cooking just fine but it’s not his favorite thing to do and it’s not something he’d say is part of his skillset. He tries his best, though. Prefers to have you with him in the kitchen.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’s gonna want to do it face to face, and while I feel he’d be pretty direct about it, he’d want to talk about it as well. He’d be the type to be distant during the period leading up to it, spending a lot of time thinking about how he’d even bring it up. Because god forbid he loses his best friend over this.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I touched on this for D already but here goes. He 100% wants to commit and get married. The question on when would depend on how long you’ve been together. He wouldn’t mind a long engagement, either. However, early to mid 20s is ideal. He wants to be able to refer to you as his spouse as soon and for as long as possible.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s a sentimental man. There’s no other way to describe how he is emotionally. His emotions get the better of him a fair amount, though it used to be worse for him growing up. However for his partner, he’s mush. He mellowed out but the way he tears up over how you’re his? That sure has been consistent. Physically, he’s the same. Just a softie. His hugs may be tight sometimes but that’s about as tough as he gets for the most part. Big friendly giant and a gentle soul.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He does, though only with the people closest to him and namely his partner (you in this case, ahem). Having said that, he’ll like hugs plenty. He initiates them a fair amount in the comfort of your own home(s), and when the situation calls for it elsewhere. His hugs are warm and gentle, and one thing he does do, especially during long hugs, is to rub the other person’s back. Also you can’t tell me he doesn’t rest his head against you in some way. He’s gotta.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

There is. Canon for this, so. Hm.

Changing the question to “how would he say it”, and I’m gonna deviate from canon. Because. Yeah. What stays true is that he’d be pretty casual about it. Not… “goodnight, I love you” casual but. Don’t expect him to show up with 100 red roses, and a note saying he loves you. Loving you is something he does quietly, and I feel when he does finally say it out loud it’s because he simply can’t contain it and keep it to himself anymore. Whether it’s something he just blurts out or has to work up to… it’s a mix of both. He “wants” to just blurt it out, kind of. Because he feels that’s the most natural route to take. He’s just waiting to burst p much.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

If it’s a well established relationship, he doesn’t really get jealous. If anything, he trusts you, he just doesn’t always trust the people you’re with. New relationship? If volunteers or classmates or colleagues or whatnot are particularly chatty with you? He might get a bit antsy and irritated and if it goes on for long enough he’ll try and direct your attention to him instead. But he generally doesn’t admit to feeling jealousy. Not that it’s necessary, the two of you grew up together, you know him inside and out.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes if not loves them. Maybe a little too much and for that reason he doesn’t initiate them as much - afraid it’s “too often”. Please reassure him. Anyway, his kisses are sweet. He likes to linger and smile against your lips. Smile against his and he’ll be putty in your hands. “Hands cupping your face and caressing your cheeks while kissing you and humming against your lips” kind of person. “I gotta do something rq so I need a goodbye kiss” kind of person. He’ll steal a peck in those situations. Prefers to kiss and be kissed on the lips, but anywhere on his face makes him all mushy. Especially his forehead. Apart from lips, he likes to kiss you on the corner of your mouth and cheeks.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s okay. He can get along with them alright, but he can get in his head about if he’s being a good example and if he’s handling them well. If he’s around them more frequently he adjusts well and kids would end up taking a liking to him as well. As for having one of his own… it really depends on the relationship and his partner.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s either awake way before you, or the two of you wake up together and decide to stay in bed for “five more minutes”. In the case of the latter, it’s spent cuddling, “how’d you sleep? Any crazy dreams?”, talking about what either of you has planned for the day. He prefers them this way, however if he’s awake he’s awake and he then won’t hesitate to enjoy the extra bit of sunlight he gets so early in the morning.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Similar to mornings, some easy chatter, cuddles, discussing plans for the following day, discussing the day that’s ending, etc. If the two of you have spent a lot of time apart that day he’ll make sure to use the time with you that he has then well. So lots of (physical) affection next to cuddles as well. And as goofy as he can get during evenings, it’s also the time where the more serious talks happen. Though there’s plenty of nights where it’s just calm and quiet, the two of you merely enjoying the other’s presence.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

“Fuck around and find out”, is how I’d probably describe it. And otherwise, he reveals things about himself as time goes on and when it’s relevant. Other than times where he randomly remembers something and he decides to tell you because he either thinks it’s funny, or because it might be important. He doesn’t “make you wait” to learn about things. Not on purpose anyway.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Short answer: not very easily at all. Longer answer: if it has to do with the people most dear to him, he can get incredibly pissy but it’s always justified. He can get frustrated, sure. And that can easily be mistaken as anger, s u r e. But if he’s actually angry you’ll know. Overall, not someone with much of a temper.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers. He always makes sure to. How else is he going to know what trinkets to get you? What memes to send you? Which of your interests to ask about? Where to take you on surprise dates? Yaddah yaddah. He actually remembers a lot. The tiniest things that you’ve long forgotten about, he remembers them. …for the most part. He can be incredibly forgetful as well but the amount of things he remembers about you more than makes up for that.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He wouldn’t be able to pick one. The day you met, the day you got together, the first kiss you shared, the first time you exchanged “I love you”s… they’re all so important to him and for that reason, also some of his favorites. However if you asked, he’d probably say it’s the day you two met. Or the time your families went to the market together. The ditching part was less fun, but he cherishes how right it felt back then to run errands together. Just the two of you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Fairly protective but not overly. He just wants to make sure you’re safe and well. If you go out during the evening and he’s not around he wants to make sure you’re safe and all in any way he can do please text him to let you know you arrived at your destination in one piece. And let him know when you’re leaving. Would go out of his way to pick you up to ensure you make it home safe. And as much as he doesn’t think it’s necessary, he appreciates when you return those gestures.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries his best. Hell, for anniversaries and stuff he’d probably even take the day off to take you somewhere for the day. It’s like the Happiness moment all over again. If and when he can he goes all out, not just for anniversaries but regular dates as well. Just because you two are stable doesn’t mean he’s going to stop making an effort- hell no. As for gifts, the smaller ones he gets you cause they made him think of you. Larger gifts, like anniversary or birthday ones? He ponders about it for AGES, but if he knows there’s something you really want he’ll get it asap. Everyday tasks I feel I don’t have to get into much, like I said he’s not going to stop making an effort. You’re with him and he doesn’t take that for granted for even a second.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Leaving sand everywhere, but considering… him, it’s kind of what you signed up for. And if he’s anything like me he struggles to hydrate himself so please remind him to drink some water. Last one would probably be that he can get pretty stuck in a thought pattern. It’s more of the “I just want you to be happy and I worry about how happy I can make you” as was touched on in canon, but still. Please reassure him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not at all. He’s not insecure about his looks but he wouldn’t say he’s particularly attractive or anything. That aside, if it’s for dates and stuff he will be concerned about his looks. He wants to look good for you. Impress you. He doesn’t care how long you two have been going out, either. TLDR; generally, for himself, he doesn’t care. For you? Hell yeah.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

While I don’t believe he’s the type of person to think he’s incomplete without a partner, yes. I do feel like he’d feel incomplete without you. You’ve been a part of his life for so long, you’re his best friend. His partner. Maybe even the most important person in his life. If he were to suddenly lose that yes definitely feel incomplete and lost.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I had trouble coming up with this one, so feel free to leave any and all hcs you have in my ask box!! I’d love to read them.

That aside, I bet he listens to rock and metal. Not like, death metal or anything industrial, but some alternative rock and metal? Sure. Lo-fi stuff, as well as synthwave and adjacent genres are more his thing though. Easy to listen to.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

It’s canon that he wouldn’t really like a partner who’s set on things always being clean. Cove wants a house to look lived in so that’s one thing. He doesn’t like it when people cancel on plans often, either. Especially at the very last minute. And poor communication? Big no as well.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Usually, he’s an early sleeper and an early riser. Wants as many hours in the sun as possible. Nothing wrong with that per se. The issue is that he’s an early riser even if he’s gone to bad l a t e the night before. 8h of sleep a night? Don’t know her. This is also a bad habit, hm. He has to cuddle with his partner, maybe not fall asleep cuddling per se, but before then? Definitely. It’s kind of how he unwinds.

#our life #cove Holden #OL:BA #our life beginnings & always #gb patch #cove Holden x reader #sfw #olba #sfw alphabet #cove Holden x you #cove Holden x mc

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somasean · 2 years

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One Day. - Cove Holden

content: fluff, indirect kissing if you squint, cove being cove

an: I've got cove brainrot and haven't felt this happy to have a character like this since i first watched howl's moving castle. also, this is inspired by my sappy drafts that i let my friend sam read over and then had google randomly pick a number for.

♤♤♤♤

'Ugh, it shouldn't be this hard. You've known other for years now. Just say it already.' Your erased your current message and stared down at your phone screen, harshly illuminating your face in the extremely dim room. The phone's cursor stared just as intensely back at you, waiting for you find a message that would be the perfect balance between a slight forcefulness and playful teasing. You didn't want to scare Cove away.

Not that he'd be scared off by your advances anyway. Sure, he was timid and shy when it came to his true - romantic, or as he called it, "friends but better" - feelings. You've come to enjoy seeing his face light ablaze whenever you would do something as simple as graze your hand down his back or domestic as call him "honey." You'd never dream of making him uncomfortable or rushing him, but boy did you want him to do something other than just holding your hand.

You've known each other for a decade now. A painfully short and blissful 10 years. And in all of those years the most you've done is kiss him when you were 13. The memory crawls its way back to the front of your mind sometimes and you can't help but let out a snicker at his reaction each time.

Man. He truly was the sweetest person you've known throughout your life but he was also the most annoying sometimes.

You chewed on your bottom lip and watched the time on your phone's notification bar tick away. You had to say something soon, otherwise it would become too "socially unacceptable" to send a message. Who even decided that messages needed to be replied to in a set amount of time anyway?

Yet another message was typed out and then quickly deleted. It shouldn't be this hard. Maybe you should just type out what you mean, send it, and then prepare plans to move away to the Appalachian mountains if he reacted too badly? You could learn to live with the cold, it wouldn't be anywhere near as bad as potentially sending one of the few people you really knew away.

You closed your eyes and typed out an approximate of your message, hoping autocorrect wouldn't turn its back against you. You scanned over his previous message a multitude of times - four? maybe five times, keeping track is tough - to ensure you said everything you needed to in one message. Who thought that double texting could be considered a social death sentence?

'Cove 🦈: haha, you put chapstick on so much i swear it's rubbed off onto me. not that i mind though, youve got a lot of good smelling ones

hey, wait!

you should let me borrow one sometime! i'll always carry it on me as well in case you ever forget yours.'

To Cove, this was probably didn't register as anything other than a friendly gesture. You had the half the mind to climb into his room instead, say something along the lines of "if you wanted to kiss that much, you could just ask" and watch him as he sputters trying to recover.

You'd spare the boy the embarrassment.

This time.

"Next time, Holden." One thumb hovered over the send button and the other was latched between your teeth, the nail far too short to bite down on now anyway.

"Fuck it." You don't know what happened first. Your finger finally pressing send or your hand covering your eyes as if you were the unwilling victim of a flash photo.

Was it too late to unsend it? Maybe you could sneak into his room and delete it if he were asleep. You could learn to knit warm sweaters from alpaca wool and scavenge the Appalachian forests if you needed to.

Can you say you lost your phone? Would he even believe that? Maybe say you left it at the beach and-

A quiet chime and quick buzzing brought all of your thoughts to a halt. Your hand flew away from your face and you struggled to input your passcode. There was only one reason your phone would go off this late. Your message stared back at you.

'i swear you are going to kill me that's literally just complicated kissing

it might not be today. it might not be tomorrow. but one day, cove james holden. one day im gonna kiss you and you wont be able to do anything about it >:-('

He had seen it. The double check marks were enough indication of that, yet there wasn't a reply. Your eyes darted around your screen looking for the source of the buzzing before you saw a small email symbol staring back at you, calling the notification bar its home.

You closed your eyes tightly and pulled your blanket to your chest. What else do you need to live in such harsh climates? You could become a local legend, a myth that's used to teach kids to behave and mind their manners. At least you wouldn't be left on read in fairytales.

You almost didn't hear the tapping at your window or the creak of someone inviting themself in. The feeling of someone sitting on the edge of your bed didn't register until their hand reached out towards yours and removed your phone from your grasp.

"Taking a vacation without me?"

Cove's all too familiar laugh filled your room and for a split second yout were going to tell him to keep it down, that you were too busy sulking, before the realization hit you.

Was your message really that bad that he'd come to laugh at you in person? He was going to help you pack your bags for sure. There was no other logical reason why he'd be here.

Maybe it was a stroke of luck that the moon broke through a cloud or maybe Cove just lit up the room that much, but you could make out the faint traces of a blush forming on his fsce. It slowly spread from the bridge of his nose to the tips of his ears.

"Uh." He cleared his thought and gave you a small smile thst signaled that he was trying. "Aha..." One of his hands tangled itself in his overly messy hair and the other crept ever close towards you. He was avoiding your gaze and you couldn't decipher if it was between him finding a way to end all contact with you or if he wanted something else with your sleep deprived mind.

As you were about to say something, anything to break the tension, Cove's hands pulled away from their current mindless task and he balled them into a small fist. To anyone else, this was sure of been terrifying, especially with the suddenly determined look etched onto his features.

Oh the duality of man. The duality of Cove Holden actually.

"I always like how the cherry chaptsticks smell when you use them. I'd like to use one. My lips are," His hands began to flex as if he were playing with a stress ball.

Opening. Stretching out. Closing. Repeat.

Maybe Cove wasn't gonna be the reason you became a local cryptid afterall. "Chapped. And it looks so much more useful when you're the one wearing it so..."

This man was going to be the death of you though.

Your hands found their ways towards Cove in the dim room and you pulled him close. Maybe it was the fact you two were in an actual realtionship that made it much more tense, two adults alone in a dark room, or the chance to finally kiss Cove but you were sure anyone passing by would mistake your heartbeats for a something as loud as plane rutters.

"It's a good thing I'm always stocked up then." You closed the gap between you two and let your hands rest in Cove's disaster of bedhead.

Maybe not today, but one day.

One day, you're going to kiss Cove Holden as much as you want and he'd have no choice but to enjoy your affection.

#our life: beginnings & always #fanfic #cove holden x you #cove holden x reader #fluff #indirect kissing #how do you tag things help #dicky writes #text post #one day

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ellemfaoh · 7 months

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Guys what if I started writing for visual novels…

I’ve played a lot, if anyone has any requests leave them for me. Also suggest more VNs cuz I’m running dry.

So far I’ve played:

- our life (all dlcs for 1, beta tester for 2)

- blooming panic

- Error 143

- 14 days with you

- Sunny Day Jack

- My Dear Hatchet Man

I definitely forgot some, so just comment whatever character and the title of the game you want from me and I’ll try to fulfill the request. Also I’m in a JJK mood recently so,,,yk,,,maybe

Toodles ~

#our life #blooming panic #14 days with you #my dear hatchet man #sunny day jack #something’s wrong with sunny day jack #error 143 #visual novel #x reader #blooming panic xyx #nightowl blooming panic #nakedtoaster #quest blooming panic #cove holden #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #baxter ward #derek suarez #micah yujin

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a-rat-who-writes · 9 months

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Baxter's Alphabet

This includes NSFW ideas of what Baxter Ward is like during sex or after, please do not read if you are under the age of 18 <3 (Written by Rat #2)

A- Aftercare (What are they like): Baxter is a very gentle person when it comes to aftercare, regardless of whether he was rough just a moment prior. One of his favorite things to do is take you to the bathtub and clean your body for you, making sure he is extra gentle around your sensitive areas. (He always has a candle on a shelf that he lights for this exact occasion.) He isn't one to ask for aftercare himself, but he won't ever tell you not to give him cuddles or to even wash him too.

B- Body Part (Their favorite of their own and yours): His favorite body part of you would have to be your eyes. He is an absolute sucker for eye contact, especially in sensual moments when you want to look away and hide your embarrassment. He loves how your eyes look at every feature of his face, as well as how your eyes give away your emotions so easily to him. His favorite feature of himself would have to be his hands, simply because this mfer is confident as hell in what he can bring to the table with them. Let’s just say that during those 5 years of separation, he tried desperately not to think about you and how much of an effect you had on him, so much so that he went through other women trying to simply forget, gaining skill with his hands and fingers.

C- Cum / Clothes After (Where they do it): Most of the time he is conscious about wearing a condom before doing any sort of sexual activity with you, but on the off chance he isn’t wearing one, he will usually try and have it go over your thighs, or if you okay it, over your breasts.

D- Dirty Secret (A dirty secret or a guilty pleasure during sex): Something he likes is the idea of using a toy inside of you in public. Specifically, he enjoys putting a sort of vibrator in you and then using a remote to change the rhythm or speed of it. He gets immense pleasure just watching you struggle as he turns the speed up higher, especially after your climax.

E- Experience (How experienced are they): Before coming to Sunset Bird, he dated a few women but only ended up having a hookup with one of them. After reuniting with you (a little headcannon), he tried to take his mind off the effect you had on him by going through other women, gaining a lot of skill in the process, and understanding how they react to different things. With you, though, everything feels so much more real and alive, unlike the previous people he was with. Despite knowing what should make you finish quickly, he often has you tell him exactly what you like and how you like it.

F- Favorite Position: Baxter gives G-whiz or reverse Ballet Dancer vibes. For G-whiz, I think he would enjoy being able to fully see you while also having full access to see and touch your chest. You’re fully comfortable in this position, and he loves feeling your back arch while your hips are against him. Now, the reverse Ballet Dancer position isn’t to jab at him for him teasing the MC in the game about him lying about being one, but I think since he has a thing for quickies, this is a good position for him to get you used to and because it’s a little more difficult than the traditional Ballet Dancer position (He also likes this position too). He secretly puts you in this position because he enjoys feeling your butt rock on his abdomen.

G- Goofy (Are they serious at the moment, goofy, nervous, etc.): For the most part, he is pretty in the moment, so he doesn’t tend to laugh unless you are nervous, in which case he will reassure you that he loves the way you sound, feel, or taste, depending on what he is doing.

H- Horny (How horny do they typically get and what gets them turned on.): When you two are near each other, he often likes to be a little possessive of you with his touches, whether it’s out in public and grazing your thigh under a table, at a movie theater and whispering what he wants to do to you, or even when you are hanging out with your friends and he has you sit on his lap instead of in a different seat or cushion. (He only does this to tease you, but if you’re into it, he will fuck you whenever you want him to.) He also has a thing for PDA, so this makes it easy and natural for him.

I- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantically, do they touch a lot, sensual?): He loves doing little romantic acts before acting on anything, and he is definitely the type of lover to enjoy the physical connection between you two. When you two are having sex, though, he likes holding your hand and rubbing his thumb against it (especially when he eats you out). After you two take off your clothes, he likes to whisper dirty things as he moves his lips down or up the center of your body. Often, he has you put your hand on his cheek when he does this, and he holds it there to create a little bit of extra intimacy before getting to it.

J- Jack off (How often do they?): Often, after you both get together again and you two aren’t by each other, he will spend the early mornings thinking of you, which usually leads him to replay the scenario when you two had sex after Jude and Scott’s wedding. (In-game, this didn’t happen, but it’s a little hc of mine.) He then begins to slowly touch himself, thinking it was you. (He definitely whines and whimpers too. When he has a little extra time, he also edges himself.)

K- Kink (One or more of their kinks): He is a man of multiple kinks, but mainly he likes food play, light bondage, and voyeurism. Since he is a wedding planner, he likes the idea of putting frosting on you and licking it off of your neck or on your inner thighs. He also enjoys the idea of you doing the same thing to him, but he has a kink for doing it more to you. He also enjoys light bondage, not to you– but to himself. A little shocking, but fitting, amirite? He is open to a lot of ideas, but the idea of you doing whatever you want to him (consensually) and him not expecting it adds a hint of thrill to the whole experience for him. He enjoys a good blindfold, which allows him to use his hands to explore your body and try to figure out what your next move will be. (Bonus points if you use tights you were previously wearing to blindfold him.) Now, voyeurism. He likes the idea of using a camera to capture the moment and being able to rewatch it himself or with you when he can. He also LOVES the idea of fucking you in front of a mirror and being able to see you from behind at an angle he wouldn’t be able to see otherwise, or even looking at how much of a mess he is for you in the moment. He is also a bit of an exhibitionist, which I’ll explain more in L.

L- Location (Favorite place to do it; where is it most often?): Since I previously mentioned how Baxter is an exhibitionist, he likes the thrill of doing it outside or where there are windows. He is into the idea of a car, a balcony in a hotel, or even a hot tub. There is something about him that loves the idea of the slow movements in the dark and water and being able to press you against the tile of a pool or hot tub, making the moment all the more sensual since he tends to stay up during the night on weekends.

M- Motivation (What turns them on): He is a sucker for physical touch, so he loves it when the both of you are making out and you begin to trace your fingertips along the outline of his body or when you gently touch the nape of his neck. In moments where you are a bit more confident, he internally goes absolutely crazy when you tease him by licking sugar or just the rim of a glass (Bonus points if it’s a glass he drank out of) for a little bit longer than you should. He is also in love with the idea of eye contact while you do things like this, indirectly teasing him back.

N- NO (What is off-limits, or something they would not do during sex?): Baxter is more of a gentle lover than a rough one, so it is out of the question for him to hit you in any sort of way. Even if you ask him to spank you (yes, spanking even), he hesitates a little before doing it in a respectful and mostly gentle manner. However, he isn’t against choking, unlike Cove, because Baxter knows how to properly cut off the blood circulation without hurting you. He will always make sure you know if he will ever do anything to purposely cause you pain at all (Such as spanking or tugging at your hair) because he is all about communication and establishing boundaries before indulging in any kinks.

O- Oral (How good are they? Do they prefer receiving or giving): Depending on what you prefer, he plays off of that. He is always willing to do whatever you wish, putting your desires a bit before his own, but he will make sure that if he doesn’t get satisfied one way, he will find a way to be in another (consensually, of course). He loves eating you out and watching you as you occasionally play with yourself, or even helping him by rubbing your clit as he sucks underneath and licks around your finger(s) as it / they work. He won’t ever turn down a blowjob or a handjob, though, and he fully enjoys watching you as you take him in your mouth.

P- Pace/Physical (Are they fast and rough? How quickly? Do they like to bruise or give hickeys?) He is head over heels over the idea of you giving him hickeys just above where the collar of his shirt would rest, making him unable to cover it when he goes to work the following day. He in turn also loves giving you soft hickeys along the different parts of your body, whether it's places where he can be more gentle, such as your collarbone or neck, or places where he needs to put more attention, such as your torso, breasts, or inner thighs. When he is with you, he always makes sure to take it slow and at your pace in the beginning before amping it up, whether you take control or not. He enjoys the feeling of pumping himself into you and giving you kisses while he loses himself in the moment.

Q- Quickie (How often and their opinions on this over proper sex): It is difficult for him to say one way or another, but he is more than willing to stop his work day for a couple of minutes if you happen to stop by. He is more of a spontaneous person when it comes to sex, preferring it to just happen rather than to be planned out, so he doesn’t have a specific preference over the other. He enjoys being able to make you finish so quickly, stroking his ego a bit, but he also loves watching you squirm and, over time, build up the sensitivity and all of his movements in one moment for a slow and probably more pleasurable release. He enjoys the feeling of being able to run his hands quickly over your body, and you do the same to him, but he also values the moments where he can have his touch and your taste linger on one another.

R- Risk (Are they willing to do it with others around?): As I’ve mentioned, Baxter has a thing for not only watching the two of you but also involving the risk of being seen or heard by others as well. He is more than willing, and it actually turns him on when you two get steamy in the next room over from other people with the idea in mind that they could hear the two of you. He is also into PDA, not heavily so, but if the time calls for it, he will happily make out with you in front of people regardless of whether they are watching. If you are also into exhibitionist activities, then he will go almost too far and have sex with you in front of people if you aren’t careful about it. If you aren’t into that stuff, he respects it fully, understanding that it isn’t everyone's idea of fun, and he will keep the hand-roaming to a minimum in front of people in heated moments.

S- Stamina (How many rounds and how long are the rounds): Despite how much I’m making him out to be, he is pretty average when it comes to the amount of time he lasts. After he left Sunset Bird, no one else ever made him feel the same, and so whenever you touch him sexually, it always drives him overboard, making him finish much faster when he is with you, no matter the other men or women he has been with. (It’s like he was yours the whole time.)

T- Toy (Do they own some or use it on themselves or their partner): He likes the idea of using toys to spice up your time together. He is a fan of using tiny eggs and ball gags if you are interested in that. He won’t usually bring it up initially because he is very confident in the idea that he can make you cum quickly or overstimulate you, but he also likes the idea of watching you struggle and shudder as a toy is inside you.

U- Unfair (How much they like to tease or get teased): He absolutely loves teasing you and watching you squirm when in the bedroom. It’s a huge turn-on for him, and he loves the look you have in your eye when you submit to him. Just as it is fair, though, you also tease him occasionally, and he is fully willing to fall into your little traps and be dominated by you every once in a while. Something he loves doing is that when you get embarrassed and turn your head away, he will slowly bring two fingers up to your chin to make you look at him. (Bonus points if you’re looking down because he will tap under your chin to make you look up at him.)

V- Volume (How loud are they and what sounds do they make): He usually is one to be quiet during a quickie, but he always grunts in your ear, giving you praise as he makes you lose your mind. When you two are going at it, he does get a little louder, whimpering and whining a little. You’d think he’d be more of the quiet and aggressive type, but when he is being topped, he is like a little puppy for you. When he is being a dom, he often lets out quiet and breathy laughs that often get interrupted with a low groan or curse from him due to how good you feel.

W- Wild card (A headcanon) He is a sucker for eating you out when you’re standing up, so one time when you came to his office late into the day, he got down on his knees and put one of your legs over his shoulder as he ate you out, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. He held onto one of your legs as he lapped up all of your fluids, and despite being the one who was giving, he looked up at you with such bedroom eyes the whole time, as if he were begging you to continue letting him do this for you.

X- X-Rated (Do they watch porn to get off, or watch movies while you do it?): Since he is a bit of a voyeurist, he does enjoy watching porn, but he primarily enjoys watching the films you both make, making sure to intently watch how your face contorts and changes due to the different things he does. When you both have sex, he usually doesn’t have anything playing since he likes to be fully focused on you, but if you wish to put on some sort of music or a film in the background, he won’t be against it. He simply wishes to be able to hear all of your moans and your soft breaths while he roams your body.

Y- Yearning (How much do they do it with you?): He will do it just about any day you want him to. He will ask to do it probably at least twice a week, but it oftentimes ends up being much more than that since you two are a bit of a horndog for each other. Since he is a sort of romantic and sensual type of lover, even his whispering something into your ear can get you going, and he will fully indulge you if you wish to have sex or a quickie.

Z- Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep?): Baxter always makes sure you are taken care of before he rests, but he often tries to stay awake as long as possible to watch over you if you are in a public setting such as at a friend's house, or if the two of you are alone, he will try and stay up as long as possible just so he can continue to feel your slow breathing and your soft body against his, cherishing every moment he has with you. It typically takes him anywhere from 5-10 minutes to fall asleep, though, since you two go for multiple rounds.

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differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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I need to know how Cove would react to his baby coming out looking exactly like him - green hair and all 👀

"Ok. Ok. I got this," Cove said resolutely, quickly centering himself the way he did when he was trying desperately to be calm enough to handle something.

You always thought it was cute, how hard he still had to try sometimes to settle his nerves. You would have commented on it, but another contraction ripped through you then, leaving you doubled over in the living room the apartment you shared with Cove.

You were having a baby. Soon. And seeing you in so much pain was all Cove needed to move into action.

He was by your side in a second, gripping your arms and supporting you through the pain. He kept an eye on his watch while he did it, and when it was over, he said, "Time to go."

Slinging the bag you'd packed and left by the door over his shoulder, he put his arm around you and led you down to his car. He carefully helped you into the front seat, slung the bag in the back without a care, and hopped in the driver's side and started towards the hospital.

It was a short drive, but you had another contraction on the way over. Cove held your hand through it, and if you'd hurt his hand by bearing down with all your strength, he didn't react to it.

When you arrived, he all but carried you inside. You were quickly checked in and moved to a room. Cove gave them the information about your contractions, and it looked like it wouldn't be too long until it was time to push.

After calling your moms to let them know that it was time, he never left your side. He held your hand, endured your screaming, and encouraged you as best he could until finally your doctor announced that the baby's head was crowning.

Cove kept a firm grip on your hand -- not that he really had much of a choice with how tightly you were holding his -- but moved to take a peek at your child being born. You weren't paying too much attention to his expression, being otherwise occupied, but you did see that he was starting to get extra emotional.

When you'd finished your job of delivering the baby and he -- it was a boy, the doctor had cheerfully announced -- was placed on your chest, you were exhausted but so completely in love with your son. Cove moved back by you, leaning down plant several kisses along the side of your face as you looked at the baby.

"He's perfect," he whispered. "You did such a good job."

"He is," you agreed, "but I can't believe I spent nine months growing him for him to come out looking like your clone."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Later, after you and the baby had gotten checked out and given a clean bill of health, the three of you were tucked away in your hospital room. Cove was perched on the edge of your bed, holding the little boy while you rested. He had him cradled close in his arms, looking down on him in awe like he had for the past several hours.

"He looks just like me," he said, glancing over at you. "But he's so cute."

"That's because you're so cute, Cove," you explained for probably the tenth time.

"But he's ... he's probably the most beautiful baby ever."

"And you're the most beautiful dad ever. I took biology with you in high school, I know you understand the basics of genetics."

Cove, with the lightest touch possible, moved a strand of the baby's seafoam green hair off to the side and a laid a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"It's crazy though," he went on. "It's not just the hair. That's my nose and my chin and everything."

"I know."

"The only thing that's different is his eyes, they're dark blue."

"They change, remember?" you told him. "When he gets older they'll probably change to his real color."

"Really?" he asked excitedly, the nodded. "That's right, I forgot. Maybe they'll be like yours though."

"Doubt it," you said with a smirk.

~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

About six months later, you were lying in bed, trying to get some much-needed rest. Cove was taking care of the baby while you took a nap, but as you started waking up, he burst in the bedroom, obviously excited but trying to be as quiet as possible.

"Are you awake?" he asked in a loud whisper.

"Yeah, is everything ok?" you answered.

He threw himself down on the bed, landing next to you on his stomach. He sported a triumphant smirk, looking as smug as you'd ever seen him.

"What is it?"

"His eyes," he said, wiggling his body and bumping it into yours. "They're getting lighter. Like mine."'

You groaned and put your pillow over your face. Cove had gotten cocky in the cutest way about how adorable your son was, and how much everyone said he looked like him. Now it was only going to get worse.

"We could always try for another baby," he offered, bumping into you again. "This one could end up looking like you. Probably not, since I obviously have the superior genetics, but there's a chance."

Without answering, you pressed the pillow down, pretending to smother yourself.

"Come on," he giggled, moving the pillow. "Would it really so bad to have another baby that looked like me?"

You looked over at him, so handsome and happy. Your lifelong best friend, your husband, and the devoted father of your child.

"No, I guess not," you smiled.

#our life beginnings and always #our life #olba #cove holden #cove x you #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove holden x reader #cove holden x mc #cove holden x you

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sheynchankawaiiuwu · 6 months

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this is such a cute detail ToT

I thought the ring customization was just there for fun, but turns out that they drew Cove wearing the chosen ring! If you need me, I'll be in the corner seizing and gushing about how cute and amazing this game is

#olba #our life #olba cove #olba mc #our life cove #our life beginnings & always #our life mc #our life beginnings and always #cove holden #cove holden x mc #cove x mc #cove holden x reader #cove holden x male reader #cove holden x you #cove holden x gn reader #cove holden x female reader

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sneakymcsneakerson · 4 months

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*tapes a picture of Cove James Holden to the wall* Alright, boys. Those are my standards. Do your worst. *starts a new otome*

#our life #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #currently playing amnesia: later x crowd and ukyo understands the assignment so far #the point is he showed me fireflies when the other boys couldn’t so bonus points for Ukyo you go Ukyo

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coveted-covey · 5 months

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Word count: 1,063

You really don’t know when it started.

He’s always been the same, and you’ve always been the same, except that you can’t help but feel that something changed lately.

You stare at your childhood friend of 10 years. Cove’s eyes are crinkled, waving his hands animatedly as he tells a story about his volunteer shift just earlier this afternoon.

“And then the team leader fell on his butt the exact moment the wave came in!” He slaps his knee in glee, laughing out loud as he relives the funny moment. You couldn’t help but share his mirth, laughing along. “We were all stifling our laughter, I swear–”

Cove’s iconic eyebrows were downturned as he heaved in laughter. This could easily be one of the best sceneries you’ve ever been blessed to witness, you caught yourself thinking.

His laughter slowly dies down into softer chuckles, then he fixes his gaze onto you. “Why are you staring so much? Is there something on my face?”

“H-whu?” You broke out of your daydreaming, eyes immediately flicking onto the ocean. You feel your cheeks and ears burn in embarrassment. “No, no. Don’t worry about it!” You waved your hands dismissively, hoping that he does not grill you about getting caught staring at him.

You could still feel his eyes burning into you, and you desperately hope that the ground opens up right at that moment to swallow you and shame whole.

“Um, hey! D-do you wanna start walking home now?” You stammer, looking anywhere but him. You stood up from the swing you were sitting on, immediately taking steps away from the playground before Cove even gets a word in.

Long strides turn into heavy jogs behind you and you try to keep a straight face as you walk-run from the scene of unbearable shame. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks once he catches up, which did not take too long considering his skyscraper height.

You try not to gulp a huge lungfuls of air in succession. “Yep, I am!” You hold the air you inhaled, not able to breathe it out right away. You walk side by side with you stuck in that reverie, and you could feel his gaze every now and then, concern etching onto his features.

You were trying to steady your breathing when your lungs and diaphragm finally gave out, making you hiccup. The seagreen-haired boy beside you flinched. “Seriously, [Name]. What’s going on–” He reached out to grab your arm, wavy eyebrows furrowed.

You feel your eyes burning in mortification. Good God…

As much as you could, you try to swallow air and relax your diaphragm. “I’m alright, really–” Another hiccup. “Darn it!”

You glare at the ground, arms rigid at your sides. This is literally the worst moment to do this.

“I…”

Your best friend waits for you patiently, trying to calm you down by rubbing your arms gently. After a few beats of you not continuing, he sighs softly. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Tears finally well up and fall to your feet.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you whisper in the smallest voice he’s ever heard you in.

You almost sob when he slowly retracts his hands from you, falling at his sides. You scowl at the ground some more, self-hatred boiling the longer he does not respond. That’s it. Ten years, ruined. Just like that. Stupid, stupid [Name]!

Your hiccup breaks him out of his own pondering. “[Name]...”

“I’m so sorry…” you whimper, shoulders starting to shake in hurt and humiliation. You bring your hands to your face, attempting to wipe away the tears that keep on flowing.

Cove frowns and steps closer to you. He wordlessly holds you in his arms, letting you stain his shirt with your tears. Despite the shame, you let yourself grasp onto him, pouring your heart out in sobs and hiccups as Cove rubs his hand on your back.

He breathes out a sigh then whispers softly, “Why are you upset that you confessed to me?”

“Because!” you start, whining. “I ruined our friendship! And despite me doing that I’m still shameless enough to let you comfort me!”

Cove’s chuckle shakes you both. “You silly goose.” His arms tighten around you and you feel a soft pressure on your temple. “Would it ruin our friendship if I feel the same way?” He laughs again. “Ah, I guess it checks out. Because the obvious progression from friendship is–”

“Hang on,” you pull away a bit, arms still around his waist. “You…” Another hiccup. “You feel the same way?”

The face you always love to look at blooms red, his lips wobbly. “Well… Yeah…” He scratches his neck bashfully. “I’ve always meant to tell you but you beat me into it. And what’s more, you were so upset that you made the confession. What would a guy think?”

A laugh startles out of you. “Oh my God. All these tears, and for what?” You laugh at the silly situation you found yourselves in. “Does this mean we’re dating?” You lean your forehead onto his chest.

“Only if you want to,” came the reply, hints of a smirk obvious in his voice

“Okay, then. Since you asked so nicely,” you teased, looking up at him.

He laughs at your banter, then uses his thumbs to gently wipe away your tears. “Will you let us graduate from being childhood best friends and finally be boyfriend-girlfriend, ending my once-thought-to-be one-sided pining of 10 years?”

You slap his chest lightly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You share a laugh, letting go of each other’s hug, but your hands automatically reaching for each other as you walk up the hill.

~*~

“Guess what?” Liz bursts into your room after 2 knocks on your door.

“Hmm?” You look up from your phone.

“Mom, Ma, and I saw something very rom-comy just a few minutes before you got home. Unlucky you didn’t see it! Best rom-com of the year, not gonna lie!”

“What?”

“Oh yeah, there was this teenage couple, probably childhood friends, who were crying and holding each other on the street. It was almost sweet if it wasn’t so cringe, granted that I know the two of them–” she teased.

“Oh my God, Liz?!”

Your older sister just cackles and slams your door close as you try to throw a pillow at her.

fic by @coveted-covey (2023).

#divider by @cafekitsune #cove holden x reader #cove holden fluff #cove holden x reader fluff #cove holden x you #this is my first fic on this site oml #i'm gonna cry. i got possessed by something after replaying Step 4 #or well... the save file started from when MC texted him to come over lolol. and then i just finished the game from there...#cove holden the man that you are #why aren't you real #god help me idk how to format web Tumblr #not beta read 🧎‍♀️

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