#cove x reader

[keenvictory]

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

[sugar-omi]

PLSSS I BEG OF U COVE HOLDEN X FEM!READER NEWLY MARRIED AND R JUST SO LOVEY DOVEY AND CANT GET ENOUGH OF EACH OTHER let me stop with the caps anyway as i was saying newly married cove and fem!reader on their honey moon to (insert place with nice oceans and views but you can take them anywhere you want) and they’re just sooo IN LOVE ITS DISGUSTING HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE you can add spice and intimacy if u want 🤷🏾❤️‼️

IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS ITS BEEN SITTING IN THE DRAFTS FOREVER.... im gonna blame it on my demon cat, its his fault he always wants to play outside i wanted a cat not a dog wtf !!!!! anyway here you go anon i loved writing this sm bc i have been thinking abt honeymoon hcs for awhile mmm<3333 also i jus wanna say cove is very much a "grabs your stomachs n prbly shakes it" man, like yk how your boyfriend is always grabbing your stomach idk at first i thought it was weird like "wtf is he grabbing your stomach n shaking it" but now i know. n cove does it ok i wont explain it but he also rubs anywhere, hes tracing your body n making shapes w his fingers on you, hes just so TOUCHY eta: I JUST REALIZED THIS LIKE 70% SMUT BUT UM.... ANYWAY 😁😁i hope you like it anyway, also added a hc's i forgot at the v bottom <3333

tags : fluff, step 4/wedding dlc, fem/afab reader (could be okay for masc/amab/nb readers as well if you ignore cove calling you 'wife' once), buff tatted cove, headcanons at the very bottom below the nsfw

+ NSFW (at the bottom), fem/afab reader, rough raw sex, creampie, missionary, v horny cove <3

perhaps i should make a part 2 with all the times n places cove fucks you during your honeymoon, mmm thats a good idea write that down write that down

synopsis : you and cove on your honeymoon to the bahamas !!

surprise to literally no one, you two pick the Bahamas for your honeymoon

it wasn't a hard pick. it was just a matter of where had the nicest views, open hotels, and safest locations, and with how cove got more starry-eyed with each solidified detail, the Bahamas was your destination.

if it wasn't for the fact that you just had an eventful wedding full of love from friends and family, plus the plane trip, cove would've dropped everything and ran for the glittering water.

once you're checked in and changed from your flight clothes into something a bit more dressy but comfortable, you and cove make your way for some much anticipated dinner.

when you're seated, the silence between you two is so easy and filled by the bustle of the restaurant.

across from you, cove is watching you with his chin hiked atop his clasped fingers, easily looking like a puppy.

"what? what're you staring at?" you laugh, taking a dip if your drink to uselessly wash away your fluster at your husband's blatant staring.

cove already has a rosy tint to his cheeks and if he was younger cove would've caught fire at being caught staring. instead he just grinned cheerily and happily, with a gaze of a man sick with love. "just admiring my wife."

you can't help but tuck your head a bit, flustered by his direct compliment. God you're in for a long marriage.

thank god, you think distantly.. a lifetime of being flustered by each other no matter how long you're together doesn't sound to bad at all.

while you're eating, you two respond to your family blowing up the "[Last] - Holden family" group chat, that was so courteously made by your snickering sister and cousin leading up to your wedding.

after a lovely dinner (only after you reassured cove that you had a few days to try out everything on the menu before the trip was over) you two took a well deserved nap together with cove tucked into your neck and your fingers in his hair. <3

okay listen... would it be bad to say you planned your wedding around your honeymoon

there's a reason!!!

i imagine you and cove (mostly cove) wanted to rent a house on the beach, or at least close to it, but i imagine its hard to snag one so once you finally got a place the wedding just fell around it

while you're in the bedroom sleeping, recovering and recharging, cove still gets up early to go play around on the beach.

not without a fight though!

when he wakes up the sky is still navy, and he flips over, feeling antsy to start the day and your activities.

but there you are, laying next to him in one of his shirts that you've stolen and your face is still scrunched up a bit from cove's movement which makes him settle down.

cove reaches to stroke your cheek, running his hand over your hair and he admires the way your face relaxes from the touch...

he feels like kicking and screaming right now, now looking at his ring(s) and remembering that you're married and you're his and he's yours and...

he's going to bawl his eyes out again.

so instead of crying and watching you until you wake up, which definitely won't be for another hour or more at least, he slowly untangles himself from you and the sheets.

it kills him a bit to do so, wanting nothing more than to be close to you every second of the day but he also wants to make you feel special today. he also can't stay in bed that long, he's too much of a busybody to do that..

so when you finally wake up, after much struggle and a lot of stretching, you drag yourself from the bed and tame your wild hair before you find your husband.

cove is leaning on the porch overlooking the beach, a random song playing lowly on the radio that you left on last night.

he whips around when you tug open the sliding door and abandons his orange juice to pull you into his arms and cove's rocking you two back n forth, kissing your jaw and cheek and he's holding your hand and compliments you.

"you look so pretty..."

"nice ring, your husband is really lucky." he says it with a smirk and you both laugh.

when he finally snaps out of his daze, totally bewitched by the warmth of the sun, view of the beach accompanied by the sound of waves and the way you lean into him had cove in a trance.

he leads you over to the kitchen where he insists you sit and watch while he makes breakfast.

in the end, you do end up spending most the day at the beach house. so when lee shoots a series of text asking about your day and if you did anything, you respond with a picture of you two buried in the blankets and a christmas hallmark movie on the TV, you laugh at her spam about how you should be enjoying the sand and waves instead of a out of season movie and respond with a meme.

the next day you spend a lot of it outside, and i even imagine you rent a boat to take out for the day or smth like that and it reminds you of when lee took you all out on a boat, but this time it was just the 2 of you

let me just say.. everyone even 5 miles away can tell you're on your honeymoon

cove is always looking at you

whether its to see how you react to a good joke

or you're telling a story and he's watching in admiration at your mannerisms while you speak

or you're at the booth ordering ice cream for the both of you

or even better, he's trying his best to capture you imagine as you walk back to him, squeezing out your slip/coverup that blew away and you laugh at him for capturing this moment instead of helping you.

"stop laughing! haha, it's not funny! *swats at him with the coverup* im taking your shirt to cover up with!"

many many pictures and videos of your honeymoon. they're mostly of you

or your shared favorite:

you're on top of cove and his eyes are closed so he doesn't notice you're recording him.

"you've gotten more tan. y'know that reminds me of when we were kids, you had such bad tan lines!" you laugh, the camera shaking.

he squints at you, squeezing your hips when he realizes you're recording him. "i did not."

"you did, i saw it. you had different tan lines from your shorts!" you tease loudly and giggle, thinking about the varying darkness of teenage-cove's tan lines because of how some of his swim shorts and pants hung lower than the other bottoms he'd wear.

cove jumps up a bit, laughing as he sputtered. "you saw that?!"

"yeah! you were the one with your v-line hanging out all the time, mister "i don't like wearing layers'!"

his look is full of love, and so is cove's hands running up and down your hips and back. but he's still smug when he says it and the wide smirk on his face makes you wanna kiss it off him.

"well you were the one looking, i didn't hear any complaints.."

you hit his shoulder, "you're so smug, you brat!", the camera shaking from your laughter.

cove is very handsy during this time

something about being married now has him seeking you out and keeping some form of contact between you

whether its holding hands, locking arms, or kissing you in public

he's always pulling you into him, wrapping a arm around your waist...

but when you're at the beach house.. well i hope you keep the curtains closed for the most part especially in the bedroom because clothes are pretty optional/limited during your honeymoon

usually cove's sex drive is pretty average, or low (i feel like at this point his drive matches yours but it's always a little lower depending on how high yours is, but thats for a different post okok)

so it surprises you how.. horny he is

he surprises himself too honestly

but he just wants to be close to you so bad!

you look so beautiful, and so happy... and now you're married and its like when he was a teenager all over again

the sun is coming through the windows, warming up your naked back.

you hum, enjoying the warmth and you feel the bed shift and now there's lips on your forehead, and cove's hand is running up and down your spine, rubbing soothingly across your shoulders.

"g'morning, y/n..." cove's gravely voice sends a shiver down your spine. "mmm, hi.." you tilt your head to the side, letting him kiss your cheek and the back of your neck.

you peak at him, still sleepy but enjoying the warmth and attention. you try to stretch your body, stretching out your legs and with how cove is leaned over you, your butt brushes against him and makes him gasp, his fingers squeezing your shoulder reflexively.

"at least let me brush my teeth..." you laugh, sitting up and after a second of looking at your clothes on the floor, you grab the robe on the chair beside you and lazily wrap it around you and shuffle to the bathroom.

cove is looking at you, you can feel his gaze and the second you disappear behind the door you hear him shuffling around before he comes behind you, dressed in nothing. cove didn't walk around naked often, only if he was walking around your bedroom finding his clothes for the day, but man was it a treat.

he wraps his arms around you, his hand rubbing your stomach and the other is wandering.

"c'mere..." you mumble, grabbing cove's toothbrush and sitting on the counter to brush his teeth for him. he lets you, and you laugh throughout the process because its a funny thing to do but you get through it and he spits in the other sink beside you before he picks you up and carries you back to bed.

on your way back to the bed, your lips find his shoulder and you add onto the array of marks already bloomed on his neck.

cove lays you down on the bed, shuffling your bodies closer to the pillows, tugging off your robe as you fumble around and throwing it somewhere. you're definitely making him clean up the room after this, but first..

you bring him in, letting your tongues tangle together and cove stretches his arm, looking for the lube and a rubber.

"ah-" cove sits up, and he looks back at you sheepishly. "there's no more.. um..."

you grin, already looking forward to cove's reaction. "that's okay. just fuck me raw, won't be the last time. right, covey?" you tangle your fingers in the sheets and get comfortable while you watch it sink in.

it isn't the first time, but fuck it always turns cove on and it makes him impossibly horny.

cove curses and he moves down, pushing your legs up and he kisses your inner thighs, sucking on the skin very close to your cunt that his cheek brushes against you and you whine, your hands finding his hair.

cove teases you a bit more, but he's teasing himself too so his mouth happily finds your cunt, grinning at the way you jump when his tongue runs over your sensitive clit.

even though cove ran a pleasurable train over you last night, your cunt sensitive but still pulsing with need.

your leg is shaking in cove's hold, his hand holding up one of your legs to give him easy access to your wet cunt but he happily lets your other leg shake on his shoulder, your foot bumping against his side and toes curling as he thrusts his tongue in and out your twitching insides.

he kept tongue-fucking you, his thumb petting your clit and he mumbled praises against your cunt as you came, your slick pooling on his tongue.

you buried your face in the pillow, always left twitching after cove sucks your soul from your body. you peak at cove spreading the lube on your sexes, lining himself up and sinking into you.

"ah fuck..."

cove looks so attractive like this, sunlight streaming in through the sheer curtains and leaned over you, shaded by the broad expanse of his torso and caged between his arms.

"cove!" your nails dig into his shoulders, your mouth falling open with a sharp moan when cove snaps his hips, burying himself inside you.

cove tucks his head into your shoulder, both of you panting and pulling each other closer even though the air between you two is balmy and hot.

"i'm gonna move..." cove kisses your jaw, tearing himself away from you to show you his flushed face. you whine when cove picks up your lower body, stuffing a pillow under you and the movement makes his tip bump your insides.

cove throws your legs over his shoulders and grips your hips in his hands, kissing your ankle that has your anklet hanging on it.

you throw your head back and moan loudly, cove starting a rough pace from the beginning.

you're so sensitive from last night, and cove abusing your insides again has tears coming to your eyes. "oh fuck! please, cove-"

you reach for him and cove offers his hand and intertwines it with yours. you don't know exactly what you're asking for, for him to be more gentle? a kiss? for cove to fuck you harder?

you just want more of him, to be closer, to be one with him...

"its okay, that's it.. good girl." cove shushes you, putting his free hand by your head to lean over you, your legs almost flush with your chest as cove practically mounts you.

something about the sharpness of cove's eyes and his flushed face makes you want to mess with him, so you bring his hand up to your mouth, wrapping your fingers around his tattooed wrist and sucking on his middle and ring finger.

cove groans, watching the way your tongue slides around his wedding band(s). "you.." cove pushes on your tongue, thrusting his hips up to bump against the spongy spot deep inside your cunt.

your eyes roll into the back of your head when cove picks up the pace again, his hips rolling back and slamming against your butt hard, making your body bounce, pushing his cock deeper against your walls.

while you're moaning and crying out so sweetly, cove squeeze's his hand between your bodies to rub your clit, the proximity of your bodies not leaving much room for anything more than tight circles against the poor sensitive nub.

"cove.." you huff, feeling your cunt gush more slick and adding to the wet, loud squelching. "cove, kiss me, please. oh fuck- oh fu-" cove's lips cut off your mindless babbles, muffling yours and his loud moans as he fucks you with shallow thrusts.

he breaks apart, panting and stealing small kisses in between his sentence. "i'm- *kiss* oh god- i'm gonna *kiss, kiss* cum.."

you whimper and hook your shaking leg around cove's back, the overstimulation makes you want to pull away but you're so close and you want cove to make you cum, and to finish with you. to finish inside you.

"cum inside!" your nails scratch down his back. "please, cum, cum inside-"

cove whines into your neck, the rhythm of his thrusts falling apart as he comes closer to finishing. he rubs faster circles on your clit, and when your fingers drag down his back as you cum, cove's hips push your body deeper into the bed as he fills your cunt with his thick cum.

he leans lifelessly over your body, panting into your neck and pressing kisses into your shoulder as he sits up to give you a kiss.

"i'll..i'll run us a bath, okay?" cove smiles dozily, stroking your hips. you blink, trying to regain your vision from your orgasm.

"and carrying me to the bath!" cove nods at that, accepting the fact he's basically rendered your legs useless for the morning. "and you're making breakfast too." you grin at him. "its punishment."

cove kisses your cheeks. "mm, trying out new methods?" cove teases.

you smack his arm and push him away, breath hitching when he pulls out.

cove watches out his cum starts to leak from your poor, twitching cunt and before he can get any bright ideas you put your foot on his shoulder and nudge him. "stop looking!" you tug the sheets over you and cove gets up with a sheepish laugh. "okay, okay!"

is very very whipped for you

does anything n everything you ask the whole trip

when he goes out and it comes up somehow, he'll tell anyone and everyone he's on his honeymoon w his lovely spouse <3

if you do any underwater activities like snorkeling or smth, you're holding hands underwater <333

yes you hold hands everywhere you go, he's so in love with you he just has to be close to you

if you're not holding hands than he's trailing very close behind you or you're at least wearing his shirt

MATCHING OUTFITS

every young person is ither inspired by your relationship or is sick of seeing you at the beach, go HOME

the old people love you and talk your ear off in the middle of the store, telling you stories of their marriages and tips on how to have a long happy marriage

when you tell them you're childhood friends/lovers though they laugh and tell you you already have it down then since you've known each other so long!

when you finally get on the plane to go home, i hope you rmbr to get some foundation or at least tell cove to wear his hair down and a t-shirt instead of a tank top because his neck and back/shoulders are Marked Up

liz and lee tease you about how glowy and refreshed you look <3

cove is very flustered if any of your friends or family see any marks or scratches

or even worse if someone asks if you had a good wedding night, etec

if you want to have kids n give birth, liz also jokes that shes too young to be a grandma for real (you sputter n tell her you and cove arent her kids n shes exaggerating!!)

#our life beginnings and always #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #olba #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #our life cove #our life #cove holden x mc smut #cove holden smut #smut #cove holden x mc

[differenteagletragedy]

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

[filtharchives]

guys im so embarrassed i wrote this but as a Freak™ i firmly believe there is not enough omegaverse in this fandom so i gotta write it myself

hopefully i’ve improved some since last time… 🫣

summary: cove x reader - your sudden heat triggers cove’s rut and no one is home to stop you

tags: NSFW, takes place in Step 3, fem/afab reader, omega!reader, alpha!cove, traditional stuff (being a provider for spouse) cause tbh i also can’t deny the housewife kink in me lol, normal omegaverse stuff like knots and slick etc., first time/virginity loss, mating press ♡, reader is pillow princess-ing, breeding kink (you tried to be safe but he got impatient sorry), only a little size difference/kink and belly bulge

it was a hot summer day–too hot for even the biggest beach bum to spend out on the sand–and you and cove were lazing around in your bedroom with the air conditioner as high as your moms would let you put it, which was just enough for you and cove to cuddle comfortably in your nest with the condition that he was shirtless and you were in the flimsiest tank top you could find. .

cove was beyond thankful to not have a shift at the tropical restaurant today. he told you he thinks he would have died if he had to wait tables while the restaurant was full of sweaty, heat-agitated tourists whose scents would overwhelm his nose which was pretty sensitive, even by alpha standards. his comment got a sympathetic nose exhale out of you, which in turn got a playful pout out of your boyfriend. 

“don’t laugh. it’s not funny,” he scolds half-heartedly. “i really could’ve died in that situation. do you know how many sweaty, old alphas i’d have smelled? and they get so snippy when they’re sweaty and uncomfortable. if you knew what it was like working there, you wouldn’t be laughing right now.” 

“yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes with a smirk, feeling a little smug as he squeezes your waist in his arms and nuzzles his face into your neck despite his little rant. “but they still give you the big tips, don’t they?”

“only cause they smell you on me,” cove argues. “they think that i’m an alpha working solely to provide for my omega mate, so of course they’d wanna ‘help out’.” 

“then really, you should be thanking me right now, instead of lecturing,” you snicker, joking. “where’s my cut of the money?” 

“your ‘cut’ is everything i buy you with those tips.” he nips at your collarbone pointedly. “those alphas are kinda right–i am providing for my little omega.” 

my little omega. god, that sounds so delicious coming from his mouth, it almost makes you dizzy. and the idea of him taking care of you makes your inner omega purr with delight. you’re too busy fixating on cove’s words that you almost don’t notice cove perking up in surprise, his head lifting off your arm as he supports himself on his elbow. 

“you…” he pauses, sniffing. “you smell different. just now.” 

“mm?” you hum, looking at him with hazy eyes. you feel your body grow warmer and cove’s scent seems so tantalizing all of a sudden. cove seems to think the same about you, leaning back into your neck to sniff your scent glands, the arm he’s had over your waist moving back so he can grip your hip with his hand. 

“smells sweeter…” he mumbles curiously, practically shoving his nose against your skin. his hand squeezes your hip before moving to your rear to pull you close to him again. 

“cove-?!” you cut yourself off with a small squeak of surprise as he drags his tongue against your gland, your body shivering as his warm, wet muscle teases the sensitive skin. your hands press against cove’s bare chest as he rolls on top of you, caging you in his arms as his knees sit between your thighs. 

“god,” he hisses against your neck, voice not as soft and playful as it was moments ago. “i’ve always wanted to smell this straight from the source. it’s not the same coming from your clothes.” 

it’s only when he says that, that it clicks for you–your heat had arrived early. a few days early, in fact. and you feel silly, not recognizing it after several years of experience, but in your defense, the response from cove was far too distracting for you to put the pieces together on your own. but now that you know what changed in you, you also realize the change in cove was from his rut being triggered. by you. that thought warmed you up even more. cove calls your name. 

“tell me to stop, and i’ll go home right now. i can ask my dad to deliver some of my clothes and we can call, just like we always do,” he says, eyes shyly avoiding yours and staring at your stomach instead. “but if you want me to stay… i-i’ll take care of you. i think- no, i know i’m ready. to take this step in our relationship. b-but only if you are! we can hold off on it if you want!” 

he finally meets your eyes, looking a little frantic, as if worried he was too bold and would scare you off. still, you could see his arms shaking as he held himself over you, taking all the self control he had to not take you then and there. as much as you admired his restraint, your body ached for his. 

“i want this,” you respond breathlessly, feeling almost winded by the anticipation and desire running through you. “i trust you, cove. i want you to knot me.” 

cove turns bright red from his ears to his neck. he was hoping you’d say yes, but he didn’t expect such an explicit answer. 

“oh! o-okay, let me just-” he nearly throws himself off the bed, running out of your room and you hear his heavy footsteps race down the stairs. before you can call out and ask questions after processing his sudden disappearance, you hear him running back up the stairs. he returns to your room and shuts the door with his foot, arms filled with water bottles and snacks. he gives you a sheepish smile as he sets them on the shelf under your window. 

“for later, you know?” he says, fumbling nervously with the last water bottle before putting it down. “wouldn’t want you to get hungry or dehydrated.” 

you’d make a witty quip if you were more lucid, but his preparation and concern for you makes you preen and only more needy for the rest of the care he has planned for you. smelling the slick pooling in your underwear, the cute look is wiped off cove’s face and replaced by an almost uncharacteristic, wolfish grin as he approaches you and your nest again. fuck, this heat is becoming unbearable–you want him now, you don’t even notice you’re whining until cove’s in front of you on the bed again, cupping your face and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you, just like i promised,” he coos softly, his hands parting from your face to remove your shorts. he licks his lips again when he sees the large wet spot on your panties that had seeped through your shorts. 

“one more time: are you sure you want to do this now?” cove asks, looking into your eyes through his lashes. his breathing is heavy with the amount of self-discipline he’s exerting. his inner alpha is practically howling at him to get on with it and fuck you like an animal, but he loves you too much to give in when there’s still a chance you might back out. “i can’t promise i’ll control myself o-or be gentle past this point. but i’ll do my best to stop whenever you tell me! i-if you ever tell me-”

“please,” you all but beg, adoring his efforts but so over the waiting. “please just fuck me already, alpha. i hate waiting.” 

your interruption and desperation draw a small chuckle of disbelief from cove, but it also settles his nerves. he gives you an apology kiss as he tugs off your underwear, practically drooling at the unfiltered scent of your slick.

“sorry for making you wait,” he murmurs as he pushes your thighs apart, backing up on his knees until he can comfortably lean down and kiss your clit. 

you’re a sobbing mess as cove draws you closer to your third climax of the day, still only giving you his mouth and fingers. as much as you begged for his dick after the second orgasm, cove insisted he needed to make sure his knot wouldn’t hurt you, even if it meant straining against his pants uncomfortably while rutting against your nest. still, with how enthusiastically he was devouring your cunt, you can’t say he wasn’t enjoying himself as well. 

the slurping and squelching that filled your bedroom were lewd, but that was nothing compared to your mixed moans and the stench of sex that was probably stuck on your sheets by now. cove always got off on your scent during his ruts, holding your gifted, used panties to his nose as he jerked off, but the smell coming straight from your glands mixed with the taste of your slick on his tongue–he felt like he could cum untouched from those alone, but he needed to hold out until he could stick his dick inside you, even if he couldn’t actually breed you yet. oh fuck, the idea of you filled with his pups had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, even if the logical part of him knew you were both too young for that yet. still, he couldn't deny the idea’s appeal.

“cove!” you gasp, one hand tugging his hair as the other gripped the pillow behind your head. “‘m gonna cum again-!” 

you barely finish your sentence before you gush all over his face for the third time, and just like the previous two times, cove laps it all up eagerly, rubbing his nose against your overstimulated clit as his tongue parts your lips. you try to push him away but it’s only once he was satisfied with his cleanup that cove lets up to pull you into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. you moan into his mouth and whimper when he pulls away but you’re already too spent to chase his lips. he chuckles at your dazed state but is far from done. 

he gets off the bed and finally relieved himself of his pants and boxer-briefs and you drool at the sight of his big dick and the much-desired knot at the base. he nearly trips as he simultaneously hurries to your drawers while removing his clothes and digs through your drawer to find the condoms (that you’d told him your moms bought for you regularly once you and cove started trading clothes during your synced mating cycles. it was funny and embarrassing at the time, but now you were grateful). he grabs a handful and rips open the first one as he rejoins you in your nest, also ripping the condom inside in the process. he tosses it aside and goes for the next condom, only for history to repeat. he blows through two more, growling as you whine impatiently, before muttering “fuck it” and tossing all the condoms onto the floor. 

“i’ll buy you plan b later, okay?” cove assures you as he lines up his dick to your pussy with one hand, the other holding up one of your thighs. “just be good and take my knot, just like you wanted.” 

you moan a cuss and throw your head back on your pillow as he slides in, your endless slick and his careful preparation making it easy and oh-so pleasurable. cove hisses as he stops just before his knot, his now-free hand moving to your other thigh. you’re about to complain about the lack of movement but cove already starts pushing in again, watching intently as your cunt swallows him up with relative ease. you mewl at the stretch that was much easier than you’d anticipated–you’ll have to thank him later for making it so easy on you despite your impatience. 

cove stops again once buried to the hilt inside you, his eyes flick up to your face and, seeing you without any discomfort, grins. 

“look at that, omega,” he murmurs, his hand pressing gently on the small bump in your belly that disappears and reappears with each slow thrust of his hips, making your breath stutter. “your needy little pussy all stuffed by my cock.” 

playing nice doesn’t last long, however, as he quickly gets pussy-drunk and picks up the pace. 

“f-fuck~” cove groans, tossing his head back in pleasure while his hands grip the backs of your knees, keeping you wide open. he leans his head forward again, looking at your half-lidded eyes and drooling, moaning mouth with dark eyes. he lets your legs fall to his sides, choosing instead to lean forward with his elbows at the sides of your head and his chest pressed against yours, practically putting all his weight on you as he fucks you hard and fast.

the wet slapping of his balls on your ass and the sounds that leave your mouths are loud and lewd and surely your sister or one of your moms will come home soon, but cove really couldn’t care less when it feels so good. he’d always dreamed of having you on his knot like this, ever since he first jerked off to your scent, but having it for real was better than he could have ever imagine. so tight and warm, and the fucked-out look on your face was even better. 

“so cute like this,” he mutters, his face so close to yours and you try to focus your eyes on him but can barely keep them from rolling back. “you were made to take my knot. we fit so well together. fuck, i can’t imagine doing this with someone else. i should just claim you already.” 

the prospect of being claimed by cove makes you keen. his face is shoved up against your neck again, inhaling your scent like it’s oxygen, and he really is tempted to bite you then and there. 

“you’d like that, right? being bonded to me? oh f-fuck! oh, yeah, you do. tighten up so much at the idea…” instead of biting your neck, he moves his mouth to your shoulder and satiates that need. you cry out his name, both out of pleasure and disappointment. it feels so good to be bitten by him, if only it was where you want it most. 

his sweet words are reduced into babbles as he loses himself in you and you could admit that you’ve lost yourself long into this heat. his tip kissing your cervix and his knot stretching your lower lips is all so delicious, it’s overwhelmed you to tears.

“c-cove,” you gasp, clawing at his back, toes curling as you get closer. 

“mm-” cove grunts, picking up pace for the final stretch as he mutters thoughtlessly into your ear. “gonna fill you, omega… fill you with pups… all mine…” 

normally, the thought of being pregnant would would terrify you, but with a heat-clouded mind, it’s all you want. 

“please fill me,” you whimper. “cove- cove! wan’ your pups… please gimme pups, alpha…!” 

“agh- fuck!” cove’s arms cradle your head to his chest as his knot swells, locking him inside you. “gonna fill you,” he repeats. “fill you w’ my pups… my omega… all mine…” 

you cry out as cove’s hot seed fills you, clinging onto him with your arms and legs wrapping around his muscular body. he’s shaking and growling and still babbling as he cums, and his load feels heavy inside you, especially with his knot preventing any from leaking out. as he comes down from his high and feels fatigue wash over him, cove quiets down and at least finds the strength to lower himself onto you slowly, lying on you while his still-inflated knot keeps your bodies stuck together. 

you sniffle as post-coital clarity slowly comes to you, and your lust is temporarily pushed aside by your affection for cove. you gently comb a hand through his hair as your eyelids feel heavy.

“we’ll be like this for a while,” cove chuckles, cheeks flushed pink. “go to sleep. i’ll clean everything up once my knot goes down and when you wake up, i’ll still be here. we’ll drink and eat, and then we can keep going as much as you want. i’ll be right here.” 

his words of reassurance and the gentle rumble of his chest as he speaks is enough to lull you to sleep, as if you weren’t already totally spent. and yet, the idea of going for more rounds sparks your excitement once again, and you can’t help how your pussy briefly squeezes cove’s dick, making him gasp. you chuckle at his reaction as you finally nod off.

ahhhhhhhh omgggg !!!!!!! 🙈🙈🙈

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[bomber-grl]

Cove Holden x Artist! Reader

Pairing(s):Cove Holden x Gn!reader

He’s honestly amazed by your skill

Especially step 1 cove, he’s immediately enamored with your drawings and loves getting them as gifts

Even tho he did turn them down the first few times

When you go into his room during step 2 and sit down next to him you immediately see the drawings you gave him when you were eight hung up on his wall 😭🫶

He’s pretty embarrassed about it but does admit that he still holds them dear to his heart

Anyway, even if cove isn’t able to gift you anything in step 1 since you’re children he’ll still be a big part of helping cliff gift you things for your birthday and cove takes serious pride in it

But on the outside he’s pretty flushed and acts as tho it’s nothing 😭

Anyway, whenever cove comes over to your room he always gets to see the new drawings/paintings you’ve done

He’s always excited to see and ask about them

As the two of you gradually get older and the two of you start thinking of jobs and such-

He’ll ask if you’re going to do anything in the art field and if you’re a bit more reluctant due to the whole “starving artist” thing then he’ll understand

He’d pretty supportive of whatever you choose to do with your art and when you mention wanting to join a club specifically the art club then he’ll encourage it

Butttt he’ll definitely be a little jealous if you decide to hang there more often than with him, especially when the two of you are younger

Anyway

I can imagine a particular scenario where you and cove decided to just hang out in his room

Well once you’re settled in your room he points to your sketchbook left out in the open

You say that he can check out the drawings if he’d like and you’ll bring some water bottles or snacks and you’ll be right back

Well once you leave cove decides to go for it; and although you’re usually the bolder one you automatically get whipped with the memory of absurd amounts of cove sketches in the particular notebook

Well, too late

It’s wayyy too late

Cove already saw the first one of him and it was honestly beautiful

He never knew you saw him in this way and his blush just keep getting deeper with eat sketch he sees

I mean the fact he had to put down the sketchbook after only seeing one to catch a breather should really put this into perspective for you

Once you get back upstairs he hastily closes the book as if he was intruding and starts fumbling over his words then just opts for keeping quiet

You ultimately just sit by him after placing the snacks down and open it up and show him the sketches-

Which he’s confused about before you start explaining

You go on to tell him about how beautiful you found him and that all this time he was unknowingly your muse because you could never really work up the bravery to do so

That’s just the cherry on top and he literally yells out for you to please stop talking

Luckily it didn’t alert your moms but it still made things a bit awkward

Atleast until you spoke up and apologized then said you wouldn’t draw him anymore if he didn’t like it-

Which he quickly (and embarrassingly) shouts out that he doesn’t feel that way at all

Which, in a way, is an alternative way of when you decide to confess to cove

You ultimately tell him the reason why you draw him which is because you liking him, in a not friend way

Which he gets embarrassed by and if you choose to kiss him-

Cove exe has stopped working

As you grow older your art is still very much a big passion of yours

So when cove receives his first paycheck, he decides to buy you something to appreciate you and some hella expensive art supplies he was only able to buy because of previous savings

It was honestly shocking and if you ask him to instantly marry you then the only thing that could prove that was his audible screech

Anway, once you’re old enough and moved out of Sunset Bird then he’ll be a continuous supporter, especially if your art soared and gained popularity whether it was through a comic, video game design, or just commissions

He really adores your art and anything you make and will definitely still be your muse

Whether he’s aware of it, or not

Btw if you ever would want him to draw you- it’s terrible 😭 he’d probs draw you as a mer person, either that or you super buff carrying him

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[coveted-covey]

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.

~*~

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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

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[a-rat-who-writes]

Cove's Alphabet NSFW

This includes NSFW ideas of what Cove Holden is like during sex or after, please do not read if you are under the age of 18 <3 (Written by Rat #2) (added a few things since last posted)

A- Aftercare (What are they like): Very gentle, loves to pamper the other person, and greatly appreciates it when their partner gives them aftercare too, even if it is a simple spooning cuddle session or if it is bathing the other. He often tends to hold you close to his chest, threading his fingers through your hair as your breathing regulates, and gives you gentle forehead kisses.

B- Body Part (Their favorite of their own and yours): His favorite is his arms because he is confident in his strength when it comes to picking you up. He loves your legs, specifically your thighs, because they are a nice size for him to lay his head against when the two of you are relaxing or after everything is said and done.

C- Cum / Clothes After (Where they do it): He often pulls out if he doesn’t use a condom and cums purposefully on their stomach, their legs, or on a towel if available. After everything is said and done, he prefers to put on his underwear and shorts, lending you his shirt if it is oversized on you. He doesn’t mind if you have any clothes on after or even during the session, but he isn’t against you putting any or all of your clothes back on after. He purposely aims to keep you as comfortable as possible.

D- Dirty Secret (A dirty secret or a guilty pleasure during sex): He won’t ever admit it, but he secretly likes it when you talk dirty to him in public spaces when no one is paying attention or when anyone can’t hear. He also loves it when you give him neck kisses in public, which makes him instantly go red, stuttering out the ass.

E- Experience (How experienced are they): You both got together when he was 17 and you were 16. (For the sake of things, you can swap the ages if your birthday comes before his, which is November 2nd.) He previously had one girlfriend when he was in middle school, but it never went anywhere because he secretly had eyes for you the whole time and was too scared to admit it. You were the first person he was ever intimate with, which also allowed you to teach him things, though he had already researched a bit before doing anything with you. The first time you both ever did anything he was absolutely flustered out of his mind, stuttering the whole time and making sure you felt good as if he would die on the spot if you didn't.

F- Favorite Position: If it wasn’t obvious, he wasn’t very skilled in knowing about many different positions and how to properly do them, so he typically has you both in missionary. He loves it when you ride him, though because he gets a wonderful angle of you and he loves watching the way he's able to make you feel.

G- Goofy (Are they serious at the moment, goofy, nervous, etc.): Often he gets a bit carried away at the moment before realizing what he does, causing him to get flustered and making him ask, "Does this feel okay?". "Oh god, I didn’t hurt you, did I?" He tends to laugh a tiny bit whenever you do something more direct or dominant, such as wrapping your legs around his waist making him go silent for a moment before continuing.

H- Horny (How horny do they typically get and what is their desire to do things): Often, when he is off visiting his mom and you aren’t with him. at least one of the nights he will jerk off at the thought of you under him or you whispering in his ear. Something he will never admit is that one time when he called you at his mom's, he was touching himself and quickly ended the call before he finished. Something that makes him get lightheaded is when you drag your tongue along his neck or collarbone. (Bonus points if you kiss him after and where your tongue stopped, there is a trail of saliva dripping down the side).

I- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantically, do they touch a lot, sensual?): He often doesn’t know what to do with himself physically because he gets very nervous and second-guesses himself, leaving you to help him figure out where to touch. After your third time having sex, he has the things that make you moan the loudest burned into his brain, making him instantly do whatever that is.

J- (Jack off, how often do they?): He wasn’t really one to touch himself before your relationship because he always thought it was disrespectful to think about you that way without knowing you also reciprocated the feeling. After you got together, he did it about once a week.

K- Kink (One or more of their kinks): He has a HUGE praise kink since he is a bit nervous. He loves hearing how good he makes you feel, and that is often almost enough for him to cum on the spot without you even touching him. He dislikes the thought of you being tied up or blindfolded, but he won’t object to it if you suggest he is.

L- Location (Favorite place to do it; where is it most often?): While living with his dad, he ALWAYS prefers to do it in his bedroom or your bedroom, but on the off chance that absolutely no one is around, he might do it on a kitchen table, a counter, or a couch. When he is living on his own, he will do it anywhere in his own place: kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, living room, etc. Unless you beg him to do it in a public restroom, he always strays away from doing it somewhere in public.

M- Motivation (What turns them on): He instantly gets weak in the knees when you breathe along his neck or give him gentle kisses along his collarbone. He likes it when you are more direct in the beginning, such as by pushing him against a wall or whispering dirty things in his ear because it reassures him fully that you do want him.

N- NO (What is off-limits, or something they would not do during sex?): Choking: He WILL NOT purposely choke you unless you specifically guide him where to put his hands and how much pressure to apply. He is also against physically hurting you, like spanking. Despite this, he will toss you on the bed if you were being a tease to him earlier in the day.

O- Oral (How good are they? Do they prefer receiving or giving): He definitely likes it when you give him handjobs, blowjobs, etc. More often than not, though, he enjoys eating you out when you’re pressed against a wall. He likes watching how your legs give out with the way he flattens his tongue against you. Probably it is a 65:35 ratio of him eating you out and you giving him either of the jobs.

P- Pace/Physical (Are they fast and rough? How quickly? Do they like to bruise or give hickeys?) Since you are the first person he has ever been intimate with, he often finishes really quickly. He loves it when you give him hickeys anywhere on his body, but he purposely gives you hickeys on the lower part of your neck, where no one can see. (It’s like your little secret with him.)

Q- Quickie (How often and their opinions on this over proper sex): He definitely prefers proper sex in the bedroom or somewhere more comfortable where he can take his time and really make sure you’re satisfied, but if you request to do a quickie, he often won’t turn you down.

R- Risk (Are they willing to do it with others around?): When it was earlier in your guy’s relationship, he was 100% against doing it when his dad or your friends could hear, but over time, as you guys learn about each other's bodies, he will do quickies in another room quietly. Later, when you guys are alone, he will give you what you deserve.

S- Stamina (How many rounds and how long are the rounds): He is pretty average when it comes to stamina, usually 2 or 3 rounds, unless you eg him on for another or if you edge him into another.

T- Toy (Do they own some or use it on themselves or their partner): He isn’t the biggest fan of toys, and he would prefer to be touched by you or to touch you. If you request toys, he isn’t against using them on you, but again, he doesn’t like using them on himself unless he is alone and you can’t satisfy him yourself. 

U- Unfair (How much they like to tease or get teased): He won’t ever admit it, but he does love it when you tease him. He finds it super attractive when you know the little things that turn him on. Only when you begin teasing him will he lightly tease you back, but it often blows up in his face with you teasing him even more.

V- Volume (How loud are they and what sounds do they make): When there aren't any risk factors, he will get very loud, whining, and breathy groaning. When he gets carried away, he often cries out, repeating your name multiple times. He absolutely loves hearing your voice, so he aims to make you feel as good as he can. (Bonus points if you say his name when you finish, which often makes him cum on the spot regardless if you are touching him.) 

W- Whispering (Do they like to keep you quiet or themselves or go all out): He often is quiet during a quickie, where he only grunts and gives quiet praises such as "Yeah" or "Just like that". When it is you guys alone, I’ve said it multiple times, he gets very loud and is a little puppy dog for you, whining and gasping for breath.

X- X-Rated (Do they watch porn to get off, or watch movies while you do it?): When he hasn’t seen you in a while, he will listen to audio that sounds similar to your voice, but he doesn’t often watch porn. When having sex, he will often put on some sort of low sound in the background, so it muffles the sound of your guy's voice from outside the room. Sometimes, when you go on date nights in the house, he will put on an X-rated movie to get you two going. 

Y- Yearning (How much do they do it with you?): He generally can go 1-2 weeks without any sexual touching, but after that, he craves you. He will regularly have sex with you 1-3 times a week, with the occasional quickie thrown in the mix. 

Z- Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep?): He often gets flooded with emotions before, during, and even after everything is all said and done, so he gets tired very easily, which leaves you to give him aftercare. He will make sure, though, that after every session he reassures you of how well you did or gives you some sort of pampering before resting. This is the time when he gives you the most softest kisses in the world and presses his hands against you like you're silk.

#our life cove #our life #our life beginnings & always #abc #story #smut #cove james holden #cove holden #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #derek suarez #smut rp #smut fic #smut writing #smut prompts #female reader #one shot #fem reader

[anzulvr]

OUR LIFE BEGINNINGS AND ALWAYS // SPOILERS FOR THE DLCS IN STEP 2 for both Cove and Derek!

In which two friends like their other best friend.

COVE / DEREK X READER (head cannons might make a oneshot 🤞🤞)

— reaction

Cove is kinda confused, he never really expected Derek to like you in that way, he never really got any signs (Derek was trying to hide it) but he wouldn’t be upset or anything. You’re all friends in the end, besides Derek was being considerate trying to hide his feelings for everyone else’s sake.

Chalks it up to “Well who wouldn’t like MC?”

(Final warning for Derek dlc spoilers!!)

Derek has always been aware of Coves crush since it’s super obvious to everyone. In his DLC if you tell him you thought he was cute he admits his first impression of you was that you are cute too! So I think after he hangs out with you and Cove for the first time he realizes early on that Cove already likes you so he’d just try to act like nothing but the more you hang out the harder ignoring his feelings get. Derek’s reaction to Cove finding that out that he likes you would be worried cause he doesn’t want to make anything weird. Cove wouldn’t throw their friendship away just cause he’s got a crush on you. Derek would go down a spiral of “what if Cove hates me.” “What if they both never speak to me again.” So just make sure he knows you’re not going to ghost him over this😭

more in cut!!

Extra hcs for u!!🫶🫶

How would people figure out both derek and cove like you?

ft — Mr Holden, Moms, Elizabeth, Lee, Kyra! In that order!!

Derek was over for lunch with everyone and at the table it was just too obvious. They knew Cove liked you but they hadn’t really payed mind to how Derek acted until then. Cove still would have been completely oblivious to it. At home Mr. Holden would say something like “so, you have competition huh sport?” with zero context and wouldn’t further explain when coves all lost. Cliff decides not to break it to him💀Maybee if it comes up sometime he’d give cove advice like in the soirée DLC where he makes him to bring you a flower! He’d always be up to help out cove but cove would be too embarrassed to ask😭

For the moms they’d just tease you how they do with cove and they’d also just mess with Derek in the same manner. Probably not around Cove so he wouldn’t catch on😭 when they’re feeling out of pocket they’ll say something to you both like “I wonder what has him all nervous” once derek is out the room and just laugh while shushing eachother.

Elizabeth canonically knows and she doesn’t care who hears her when she says things lmfaoo

it’s not super regular she hangs out with you since she does her own thing but I feel like she’d be down to gossip about it all the time like. “ELIZABETH GUESS WHAT-” and that’s literally the only time she lets you in her room without arguing about knocking or telling you you’re being annoying 😭

Lee knows every detail she’s so invested lowkey she’d instigate just a little but nothing comes out of it because it’s Cove and Derek. You can’t leave this girl in a room with one of them because she’ll say somethingg 😓

“Hey Cove, didn’t derek ditch soccer’s practice to hang out with [MC]? It’s so unusual of him huh? To willingly SKIP a day to hang out with them..”

“Not really? I think it’s nice, he needs breaks once in a while.”

And then when Lee gets Derek alone for like 5 minutes;

“Hey Derek- do you think [MC] and Cove are cute?”

“Huh? Oh- well yeah [MC] is has the prettiest eyes and they’re so cool and funny and amazing- Coves a awesome guy too but I’m not interested like that ya know?”

“I meant cute.. like together. ”

“Oh. ”

Kyra time!! She’s the bestt

She noticed your little love triangle in that one trip to the mall while she was spying on all of you. The little drink share?? Derek blushing when you snuck up on him and Cove too freaked out to let you drink his smoothie?? She almost got caught by cove when he heard her laugh but he just wrote it off as him hearing things.

She TRIES to help Cove take you places because he drags you to the beach every other day 😭 like “Hey babyyy, you’re not hanging out with [MC] today?”

“Not today, they’re out helping Derek with his brothers today.”

“Oh alright, maybe tomorrow? I can take you two out some place? Maybe the tropical place again.”

“yeah I guess? I’ll ask them if they can later! Thanks mom.”

#cove x reader #cove holden #derek suarez #our life beginnings & always #cove holden x reader #derek suarez x reader #cliff holden #kyra preece #elizabeth last #our life x reader #our life beginnings and always #our life b&a #ourlifeb&axreader #gb patch games #ol:ba #cove x mc

[avalordream]

Prompt: Imagine an MC who gets a tattoo that goes all around their ankle so that they always have an "anklet" for Cove.

Pairing: Cove Holden x GN!Reader

Tags: fluff, Cove getting his anklet fix, mostly fluff tho

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: With this newfound will in me, ALLOW ME TO INDULGE YOU IN SOME LOVELY COVE JAMES HOLDEN- Also! This fic was intended for fem readers but it can be taken as gender neutral!

Now seeing as the age to get a tattoo is roughly 18 years old, let's assume this is Step 3 Cove we're talking about

At this age, Cove and you haven't quite gotten into a relationship yet.

In fact, you're stuck at the crush stage

Even so, you and Step 2 Cove had the talk of what you both were into during the Roadtrip moment. (Y'know- the beige eyes and anklet conversation)

That particular conversation was surprisingly difficult for you to initiate, considering your rather quiet nature

That didn't mean you were shy! No no!

It was just...

Awkward.

It wasn't the "normal" type of conversation you usually had

Maybe it was because of the fact that it was so different that made it so difficult to talk about.

In any case, that led to you thinking over the anklet attraction Cove had, trying to understand it as you lounged around on your bed in the middle of a hot summer day

It was the sort of day where the California sun shone exceptionally hard, the heat making it so nothing really stood out to you. You could almost remember this exact type of day from when you were younger... When Shiloh was still around...and when Cove had just recently moved in.

You were currently lazing about on your bed, soaking up the sun's rays shining through your window as the AC worked to cool your room and a nearby fan rotated slowly, its blades providing an ample amount of background noise. It was truly the staple sound of summer. Your eyes blearily blinked as you stared up at your ceiling fan working overtime to beat the summer heat. Normally your moms weren’t so keen on cranking up the AC but today was an exception, considering the high was a 90. Even the water was warm which meant that even walking along the shoreline - forget it, the sand was practically steaming - wasn’t appealing. 

That left you in your current condition, leaving your mind to wander and daydream about everything and anything in the quiet. It was already noon but there was no rush to go out. While it wasn’t the norm for you to be alone, usually hanging out with Cove or even Terri or Miranda., today was an exception though because of the heat. And in any case, you relished the feeling of just…coasting through the day with nothing to do… free as the birds in the sky… 

A few soft knocks on your door blinked you out of your sleepy stupor as Ma stepped in after you had hummed an affirmative. Her eyes softened as she seemed to take in the sight of you: Curled up yet sprawled out in a cocoon of light blankets and pillows, the sun shining brightly through the window and you relishing it all in the center, having the time of your life. “You doing ok, hon?”, she hummed in turn, trying not to break the peaceful trance you were under as you simply nodded, tucking your hair back as you smiled at her. You loved your ma more than anything, even now as she came close to sit by your head, gently stroking your hair as she eased your head into her lap while you leaned into her hand. Guess today she was feeling pretty lax too… Figures…

You felt your eyelids drooping as she continued, her ministrations cooing you to sleep before her voice, a quiet whisper, kept your attention from waning. “No plans for today?”, she hummed as you yawned, stretching before getting comfy again, nuzzling your nose against her thigh.

“No…not yet at least…”, your voice came out slowly, humming as the fan faced the pair of you, sending a refreshing blast of cold air into your hair. “Just…thinking…You ok, ma?” There had to be a reason why she entered right?... Or…maybe there wasn’t one. That was ok too.

Ma chuckled in some amusement as she shook her head, taking her hand away as you whined, audibly wishing for more. “I’m doing just fine, kiddo… Nothing to worry about. Just wanted to check up on you before I get started on lunch. Do you want anything specific?” You told her your current crave fix before she left the room again, offering another head pat before you were left to your devices again, decidingly more lucid than before as you sat up to stretch and work out the kinks in your back.

You checked your phone just to let your friends know that you were alive and hadn't up and left them- As if Cove would let you anyway, you thought with a chuckle. A funny thought but you weren’t that evil. 

Tossing your device back to the swath of blankets, your mind wandered to the past few years- gravitating back to Cove. It didn’t surprise you as much why now than when your feelings had begun to simmer but the fear of possibly destroying what you already had always stopped you. A worry that proved to damper down on your interactions, restricting them ever so slightly rather than how freeing they used to be. You had become close confidants to one another since the moment he moved in at the ripe age of eight. Given your rich history, it was reasonable to worry that taking such a big step could tarnish what you had and…quite frankly, you weren’t ready to risk it all just yet.

You sighed, feeling the familiar trill of heat flitting over your cheeks as you rubbed them furiously to wipe them away just as fast. Until you figured out what to do with yourself- and- everything- Then the plan was simple: ACT NORMAL. Whatever your new normal was anyhow. You had a feeling Liz knew just by looking at you when Cove was over, judging from the smirk she would send your way- not to mention the teasing remarks! But…you hoped that until you were ready to tell Cove (if you ever did), that…he wouldn’t know. 

It surprised you a little that he hadn’t knocked on your window yet or made his arrival via the door but apparently, judging from the text he had sent you three hours ago, he was helping his dad with the scuba shop. You appreciated the heads up so you knew where to go in case you needed to reach him. 

Your thoughts followed you as you made your way downstairs to get started on lunch- or brunch as mom liked to call it. A smile crept on your face despite the mild joke, appreciating the play on words as your lazy state decided to pull for some cereal, chewing slowly and thoughtfully as you remained quiet. You were more so or a thinker rather than a talker. You preferred to listen rather than start a conversation. It made things easier. With the friend group, you were the same; going with the flow unless it was something you wholeheartedly refused to do. It had never gone to that point before since the group respected your opinions and were quick to pick up on your preferences…one more so than others…

Right as you were washing the dishes, your thoughts wandered again- this time to that anklet discussion all those years ago. You’d be surprised you still remembered it but the entire road trip itself was a memorable experience and would be…rather hard to forget anyhow. (More so for Mr. Holden getting his lunch snatched away by a stray bird but you digressed.) The discussion itself… you still felt a little bad for pushing it onto Cove to answer your questions, even if he had tried to console you when you made it known to him a week later, saying that he didn’t mind since you were only curious. Even so, you never really thought he actually liked anklets all that much… or beige eyes. You already had quite a few anklets you got from Hot Topic that were pretty neat but you never really found the time to use or wear them. It became a sort of…rare occasion kind of thing. Though- you already had the beige eyes- which made you hopeful that he liked you in some capacity?? 

You shot that down quick with a grumbled shake of your head, consoling Ma when she asked if you were ok. 

Your mind was quick to pick back where you left off, sighing as you focused on scrubbing a particularly difficult splotch of cooking from a pan. Anklets…you might not understand entirely why Cove liked them but you gathered that it had to do with the aesthetic of them that appealed to him so much. Maybe. Even so, you enjoyed making some yourself and had gifted some to Cove already, much to his delight. He tried to wear them as much as possible, but after nearly losing one to the ocean, you didn’t see them as often- unless it was too cold to go in the water. At this point, Cove lived and breathed the salty ocean breeze… One time, you had joked that if Cove wasn’t a human in this life, he was definitely a mermaid in his last which was nicely reciprocated with a very flustered Cove with his familiar wobbly smile.

But unlike him, you lost so many of your precious anklets, that also being why you nearly abstained from wearing them entirely. The weight would grow familiar but then you would forget about it until much later. By then, the anklet was long gone and you had gone to too many places to retrace your steps to find them. You remembered one particular time where you had lost an anklet that Cove had gotten you as a birthday gift and you had worn it everywhere. Until the inevitable happened and you had lost it, inconsolable as even Liz had been roped into helping you find it. Mr. Holden did end up finding it in his shop but that was the final nail in the coffin for the entire anklet business. From then on, you kept most of your anklets under lock and key unless it was a special occasion like going to the Cypress’ dinners or such. 

What you needed was a way to wear one without losing it…you wouldn’t mind as much if it were one of your own- but if it was one that someone gave you… At that point, you figured you should buy a display for them. There wasn’t a point for them gathering dust in the wild…

“Hey baby sis- You done over there?” 

Liz stood behind you with a caring smile, a smile on her face but her eyes held a little concern as you followed their gaze to the now pristine pan in your hands- as well as the time. “You must’ve been really focused, huh?”, she chuckled with a conspiratorial tone as you quietly rinsed the pan and put it aside, segwaying into a classic Liz interrogation as she pick-pocketed your brain… to which she had a solution. 

“Well…”, she started as you wiped your hands on the drying towel. “How about a tattoo that looks like an anklet?” Feeling your questioning stare, Liz held out her hands. “Here me out: Firstly, I’m not saying to go and get a tattoo on a whim. Think over it- Obviously. Removing it costs at least twice or three times as much so give it some thought. But…in a way… You’d still be wearing an anklet and you’d never lose it, right?” The more she talked about it, the more it made sense to you. Obviously, you had to promise her (and your moms ‘cause they were listening) not to get that tattoo right away if you wanted to- and if you did, to at least let them know. No matter what you chose, they made it clear that they’d support your decision either way and loved you very much. As per usual, this brought a smile to your face and it never failed to make your day.

You didn’t end up getting that tattoo until around a week later, having taken Liz with you as moral support. She joked that you took her because Cove declined but that wasn’t the case. Instead, you wanted to try to surprise him! It was a very out-of-the-blue sort of thing for you to try but it was new and you were curious about the entire process. While it wouldn’t be the same as wearing an anklet, at least you’d never lose it! Besides! You still had all the anklet shrine to refer back to if you ever needed it. 

The tattoo shop wasn’t near the neighborhood shops or district, meaning Liz had to drive you into the city. It was…surprisingly pretty cute, judging from the pictures online! Which was…not the aesthetic you expected. It was also a little close to Mr. Holden’s shop if you and Liz wanted to walk over to say hello. Speaking of, Cove was supposedly hanging out with Terri and Miranda so as far as you were aware, there was very little chance for your paths to cross so everything checked out! 

As for the anklet in question… you decided to go for a (intricate/cutesy/simple) design with (floral/beachy) aspects. If you decided on floral aspects, you pulled up pictures of the white poppies behind your house for the tattoo artist as a reference as well as asking for some fireflies to be floating around them. The hill behind your house was where you met him after all…and the memories behind catching fireflies with you, him, Liz and Shiloh were important to you… 

If you decided on beachy aspects, you pulled up a picture of your favorite orange seashell, the same one that Cove was drawn to in your collection on your first playdate, and the dolphin keychain that he got you when you went to the shops together. The tattoo artist had nodded and gave you the rundown of what was going to happen. You pointed down to the ankle you wanted the tattoo on as your sister stayed by your side, taking her role as your moral support incredibly seriously. 

Once you decided on what the design would look like, they got right to work. The first few pin pricks of pain were easy to bear but as time went on, your grip on your sister’s hand tightened as she tried to make you feel better by pointing out how great it’d look after- and Cove’s face when he saw it. Despite her laughter at your blushing face at the thought, that little comment did help you pull through and before you knew it, it was over. 

You finally let go of Liz’s hand who didn’t complain one bit the entire time so…you were grateful to her for putting up with you. The area where the tattoo was sensitive, the tattoo artist told you. They also said that tattoos typically took two to four weeks to heal on the surface, but it could take three to six months to fully heal. It usually involved a week of redness and oozing, followed by two to three weeks of itchiness and peeling. They had already told you this before getting you set up to get a tattoo but they wanted to remind you again, just to be sure you’d take extra care of your skin during that process. You were quick to reassure them, making a mental note to be extra kind to yourself in these upcoming months. 

After the talk was over, they saw you back to the front, finalized the payment and sent you on your merry way as you couldn’t help but awe over their work. The (white poppies/seashells) were beautiful and they had stuck to your original design well, considering what you asked for. Your skin was holding up fairly well and you loved the colors on it so much, Liz had to stop you from accidentally bumping into everything.

“If you like it so much, take a picture of it! It’ll last longer! And you could send it to your lover boy!~”, Liz laughed teasingly although you knew she was trying to keep you safe. “He’s not my lover boy…”, you sighed, shaking your head as you tried to walk away from her to look for a bench, ignoring her laughter as she followed. “Not yet!~”, she warbled, obviously taking amusement in your half-hearted misery. As soon as you sat down, you quickly aimed your phone at the tattoo and sent it straight to Cove. Sure, you meant to keep it from him just a little longer but- crush aside- he was your closest friend and you told everything to each other. It was a habit you fully indulged in- except for the crush part. Obviously.

_______

MC: Hey

MC: Look what I got :D

<MC sent a picture 1 second ago>

Cove: Thats a tattoo

Cove: Wait

Cove: THATS A TATTOO

MC: Ahuh

Cove: YOU GOT A TATTOO

MC: Yup

Cove: Since when??

MC: Like 

MC: Five minutes ago

MC: Got it at a tattoo parlor in the shopping district with Liz

MC: And Liz says hi

Cove: Where

MC: Down past art gallery

Cove: Stay there

MC: Wait why

Cove has gone offline

_______

Huh. That was weird. 

Liz had noticed the confused look on your face, accepting your phone once you handed it over to see what her thoughts were on it. Your older sister stifled a bark of laughter before passing it back over with a grin. “Don’t worry about it!~ Tell you what: How about I scour around for a snack before we head back?”, she cooed teasingly, patting your shoulder as you huffed quietly, crossing your arms as she stood up. You offered to go with her but she shook her head, saying she’d be fine and that she didn’t need a chaperone.

You did ask if she could get some (strawberry ice-cream/pretzels), making a mental note to share in case Cove did end up stopping by. Thankfully, Liz didn’t comment on the gleam in your eyes and playfully rolled her eyes before walking down the street. No matter how many years passed by, you made sure to watch your sister as long as you could before she turned a corner. It never failed to make you anxious being utterly alone in a space, given that you were always with someone throughout your entire childhood. There was safety in numbers, you guessed.

You didn’t have to wait long before the buzz in your pocket alerted you to a text, distracting from your plight as you pulled it out. It was Cove.

_______

Cove: Im at the shop

Cove: Where are you?

_______

That was your cue. 

You got up from the bench and stepped back on the main street to look back where the tattoo shop was. And right there was a familiar mop of seafoam green hair looking up and down the street. Couldn’t imagine why. 

“Cove!”, you called out, watching his eyes widen and look for the source as you (waved/shouted again/stepped into sight) to get his attention. Seeing how his face visibly brightened just by seeing you alone never failed to make you smile. He was quick to join your side, offering a hug which you easily accepted, snuggling yourself in his warmth as his arms curled around you softly, resting his cheek on your (head/shoulder). 

Just as fast as he had come, came your realization as you pulled your head back to look at him. “Wait- How did you get here so fast?,” you started as Cove tilted his head slightly with a small smile, catching up to the speed of your words. “I sent that text not even five seconds ago!” 

Your neighbor was quick to blush lightly, rubbing the back of his hair as he seemed to look anywhere but at you. “The hangout with Terri and Miranda was cut short so I asked if they could drop me off at dad’s shop.”, he chuckled, finding his eyes drawn back to you as you listened with a nod. “I would’ve drove myself but I wasn’t driving everyone around this time.” His hand found its way back to your back, keeping you close although you certainly didn’t mind. “That’s when I got your text and decided to walk here to meet up. Where’s Liz though?... You told me she said hi.”

You figured it probably didn’t settle right with him, seeing you all alone and by your lonesome with your sister nowhere to be found. You pat his arm, offering a smile to try and alleviate his worries as his worried frown persisted. “It’s ok! Liz offered to grab some snacks while I waited for you. And I didn’t stray far anyway. The plan was to stick by the bench until (I found you/she came back)!” He seemed to accept the explanation, sighing even then but grateful that nothing bad happened to you. 

“Ok cool. How about we head back to that bench? We can talk and- Oh!” His mouth opened in shock as he realized what he came here for. Cove looked down at you, a determined look on his face as he tried to properly word his thoughts into something coherent. “Were you being serious about the tattoo? That…wasn’t a joke, right?”, he asked hopefully, barely to stay still, judging from how he let go of you to fiddle with the bracelets on his wrist. You knew it’d probably shock or catch him off guard so you decided to play coy, putting a finger to your lips and skipping on back to the bench as you left Cove in some confusion. It took him a minute to react before quickly following you like a lost puppy, a sentiment you kept to yourself, trying not to giggle at the thought of it- although it didn’t go unnoticed by your precious neighbor.

As soon as the pair of you sat down, Cove was quick to ask about the tattoo. It was why you were here anyway and he seemed a bit more interested in the fact that it looked like it was around your ankle. The (skirt/pants) you wore covered it up so he couldn’t even get a sneak peak at it- if it was real at all. Sure, you liked to joke around and tease him from time to time but Cove didn’t think you’d go so far to joke about…a tattoo. It just didn’t rub off of him right. And if you did… Well. He didn’t want to go down that route. It was why he was here anyways! You were close by and had a tattoo he needed to verify! 

Thankfully for him, you weren't the type to deny him much (of anything.) You spoiled your neighbor rotten too much already- what was one more going to do to him? You pulled up your (skirt/pant leg) slightly to show off the tattoo as Cove’s eyes widened, the (fireflies flitting around the white linen poppies/ dolphin keychain diving around the orange seashell and coral reefs) catching his eye as he inhaled sharply. “Can I…?”, he barely whispered, his voice reduced to almost nothing as his fingers were a breath away from tracing the (eccentric/adorable/simplistic) designs. You were (quick/slow/hesitant) to nod as he took the initiative to take extra care not to irritate your sensitive skin, easily in awe and appreciative of the colors splashing across your skin-kissed canvas. He was already going down the memory lane, judging from the tears that bubbled up in his eyes. “Surprise?”, you offered, giving a sheepish smile as your ocean-loving lover boy (Liz would cry tears of laughter if she heard your thoughts) looked up with one of his iconic sappy smiles.

“It must be my birthday…”, he whispered, sniffling as your hand moved to wipe his tears away. Cove leaned into your touch with ease, his wobbly smile evident even when he tried to cover it up. He would always be touched by sentimentality; the reaction to something small meant volumes- it was truly the memories behind those items that held the most meaning to him. Your existence was paramount to his growth and he would always be ever so grateful to you for being his favorite neighbor.

“But…did you get for yourself or me?”, Cove continued, his smile replaced by a worried frown. Judging from the look his eyes, it was pretty discernable to guess where they stemmed from. It was the same concern Liz had indirectly brought up when you were washing the dishes a week ago: Getting a tattoo was a pretty huge decision and it wasn’t something to decide on a whim. While you knew that your family and Cove would support whatever decision you chose, you guessed you had to reassure him that, yes, you chose it for you but you also chose it for him…mostly for you though!! 

“Cove James Holden,” you started, which easily startled him as your grip gently squished his cheeks, drawing out a pout from him. He knew that you knew that you were being serious but having way too much fun messing with him. And also- you never really called him by his full name? Actually…when did you find out his full name??  “I promise you that I got this anklet tattoo just for me and that I was 100% sober while doing so. Nobody made me do it except me, myself and I.”, you vowed in a rather (silly/serious/exasperated) voice, making sure to exaggerate quite a bit just to see him try and fail to fight off a snort of laughter. 

“Alright, alright! I’ll lay off!”, he chuckled as you finally let go of his face, satisfied even as he struggled to hide his blush. “You know you’re adorable right?”, you spoke up (with a smirk, teasing him shamelessly/shyly, bashfully trying to hide your own blush/with a soft smile, being as honest as you always were). It always ended up the same way- Cove started blushing up a storm and tried his hardest to vehemently deny any and all allegations while you would laugh and easily bring up every moment where he was. This would prompt him to flip the tables onto you and you would be on the receiving end of compliments galore, to your (amusement/embarrassment/surprise). In the end, you both had come to the agreement that you both were equally deserving of praise despite not outwardly agreeing to those allegations, much to both of your dismays. 

Unbeknownst to you, the tattoo had affected Cove more than he let on. Yes, it nearly reduced him to tears, seeing how you managed to tie key points in your conjoined childhood into a tattoo that was on your skin for…forever-!  But… there was a part of him that was…relishing in the fact that you not only got in the form of an anklet but that it was just as much as it was for you as it was for him. It meant the world to him that those pieces of your childhood were just as important to you as they were for him. Although Cove didn’t like imagining a world without you in it, he was grateful he had you in his life. You were there when he needed you and… Well, before he knew it, the waterworks bubbled over again, trailing down his face as your fingers held his face again to wipe them away.

“What’s wrong, Cove?...”, you (whispered, gentle and soothing/hummed, direct and straight to the point) as you always were.

“Nothing nothing…”, he whispered, content to simply be with you for as long as he could. “I’m just…really glad you’re in my life.” His aquamarine eyes focused on you, offering a wide smile as you returned with ease, (hugging him through your own tears/ruffling his hair with a grin/holding his hand with a comforting squeeze). One day he’d tell you just how much you meant to him but… not right now. He found comfort in familiarity but he couldn’t hold it off forever.

The more things change, the more they stay the same…

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hiii saw ur request open!! could you write a cove holden x gn!reader where they get intimate on the beach and coves really shy and embarrassed about it but is lowkey into it (lowkey as in high key and is practically begging for it PUHLEASEE) you can add any other elements you want i’m just laying the ground work!! thank u <33

Sorry it took so long! I fell out of my Our Life obsession but I haven't forgotten everyone in my ask box :)

Moonlit Beach (Cove Holden x GN!reader, 3,400 words, explicit, Cove receiving exclusively)

No where is more sacred than poppy hill, but your shared beach comes in at a close second. Wanting to make more memories with your precious Cove, you manage to get him hidden behind some rocks before giving him some special treatment.

“We’ll be fine, the hotel really isn’t that far, anyways.” Cove held onto your hand as he waved with this other, your parents and Cliff waving back with drunken smiles as they all laughed together. Closing the door, you watched as he leaned against it and sighed heavily. 

Kissing him gently on the corner of his mouth, you grinned and whispered quietly, though you were sure no one could hear you through the door and loud chatter, “Wanna go to our spot?” He immediately lit up, grin matching yours. 

Walking stealthily off the porch, once you made it to the sidewalk, the both of you took off running, laughing breathlessly as you darted to the beach. As soon as your feet hit sand, both of you took a second to catch your breath. Panting heavily, you took Cove’s hand as you approached the waves. 

The weather was perfectly balmy, the salty air coming in off the ocean relaxing your heaving lungs. Taking a deep breath, you sighed contentedly, leaning on Cove’s shoulder. “I love being here with you.” Your voice was soft, causing Cove’s heart to beat just a bit faster. 

Swallowing thickly, he idly stroked the inside of his wedding band on his free hand, breathing a soft sigh. Resting his head atop yours, he nuzzled into your hair, inhaling the scent he knew all too well. “I love you.” His own voice was just as soft, and as you tried to pull away to look at him, he tightened his grip on your hand, pressing his forehead against you, “Just a bit longer, just like this, please.” 

You smiled softly, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him against you. Tightening your hold on his hand, you tried to convey your love to him in your strong grip, holding onto him as if he were the ocean itself, ebbing and flowing constantly. 

After a few more moments of silence, Cove finally tugged himself from your grip, taking a few steps towards the shore before bending over and taking off his shoes. He heard your breathless giggle and he quickly turned to look up at you with wide round eyes, “Please don’t.” 

Gasping indignantly, you crossed your arms and tried to hide your grin, “I- Cove, please, I wasn’t even going to do anything.” Biting your lip, you fought to keep your giggles to yourself. 

However, he obviously wasn’t buying it as he gave you a deadpan look, “You were gonna smack my ass so hard I’d fall into the water. I know you.” When you finally met his eye, you couldn’t help but cover your mouth as you giggled. Huffing, he rolled his eyes with a smile as he took off his other shoe, “You act as if we haven’t been together since we were practically in diapers.”

Waiting for him to stand up, you slipped off your own shoes. With his shoes in hand, he took yours and walked a bit further up the beach, setting them down on some rocks. Joining you again, you took his hand in yours and tugged him along. 

Sighing, he watched you with stars in his eyes as you splashed in the shallow waves, laughing delightedly. Walking just a bit faster, he quickly rounded on you, dragging you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours. Melting into his chest, you looped your arms around his neck, sighing against his mouth. 

With practiced ease, you dragged your tongue against his soft lips before slipping into his mouth. Petting his tongue with yours, you licked as much as you could as you squeezed him tighter against you. You faintly heard him whimper over the sounds of the ocean, and you pressed your knee between his legs. 

Pulling away, he kept his arms wrapped around you as his head fell back, “Ahh~ we shouldn’t.” Shivering as you kissed his neck, he wrapped his fingers in your hair, tugging gently, “B-Baby, c’mon.” 

Considering his protests were as weak as could be, knowing he could easily pull away and stop you, you easily decided to ignore him. Your kisses turned to nibbles which turned to bites, marking up his softly tanned skin. Groaning lowly, he couldn’t help but rock against your thigh, turning his head so you could reach more of his neck. 

Smacking your lips after admiring the blossoming marks across his perfect skin, you looked up at him while rubbing his chest. “Cove~ can you be a good boy and do what I say?” You watched as he swallowed, feeling your heart race at the simple innocent-enough action. Soon enough, he was nodding, whimpering softly, and your heart kicked into overdrive. Grinning, you took his hand and led him to a few rocks that seemed to be the perfect height for your plans. 

Stripping off your shirt, you smirked as you heard him suck in a quick breath. Laying it out for him, you pushed him against the rock, fingertips in the waistband of his jeans, “Take these off.” Shuddering, he slowly unbuttoned them, dragging them down his thick thighs. He looked down at you, and you couldn’t help but to lick your lips slowly before motioning with your hand for him to pull them all the way off. 

Blushing heavily, he pushed them down to his ankles, fully exposed in the night air, “We- What if we get caught? We shouldn’t be doing this.” Breathing quickly, his voice was light and airy, making your blood run hotter. 

Kneeling down, you looked up at him in what you hoped was a sultry manner, and not as playful as you were feeling. Helping him slip his pants off his ankles, you grinned, “You say that, but it looks like you’re pretty into this, Cove. Look at how hard you are already, I bet you want someone to catch us.” Standing back up, you kissed the underside of his jaw before gently wrapping your hand around his burning half-hard shaft. 

Giggling softly, you watched as he trembled, eyes fluttering and struggling to hold your gaze, “F-Fuck, I-” Whimpering, he bucked his hips, feeling himself swell in your palm. Tilting his head back, he moaned loudly. You smiled softly, kissing the column of his neck and stroking his stiffening cock. “Do you think- ahh! That anyone’s g-gonna come down here?” His voice trembled, but you had other suspicions for why that may be rather than his concern for someone catching the both of you. 

Sighing condescendingly, you leaned in closer so your lips were pressed against the shell of his ear, “You’re right... I’d hate for anyone to get to see this gorgeous, fat cock of yours.” He whined loudly at your words, and with a heated kiss to his lobe, you dropped down to your knees in the soft sand, “Better make sure you’re all covered up~” 

He clapped a hand over his mouth, brows knitting up as you took the tip of his shaft into your mouth, licking lazily. Shivering in your grip, the hand that wasn’t keeping him quiet slipped to hold the back of your head. You huffed softly, knowing Cove better than he knew himself, inwardly laughing at how easily you got him to give into you.

Dipping lower, you dragged your tongue against the underside of him, tracing his veins and puffing for air when you could as you sucked him off. His panting was audible even behind his hand, but it wasn’t enough for you. 

Glaring up at him through your lashes, you took him deeper into your mouth, feeling him reach the back of your tongue. As you bobbed a bit, mentally preparing to deep throat him, you cupped his package in your hand while gripping his thigh in the other. 

Squeezing and rolling him in your palm, you watched as he shuddered, moaning and gasping behind his hand. Miffed that he was keeping his sounds of pleasure - that you were giving him - all to himself, you squeezed him tighter and lightly pressed your teeth to his cock. “Ahh! Fuck!” Curling forward, he pressed down on your head while the other moved from his mouth to grab at your hand on his thigh. “Oh god, fuck, I won’t- I’m sorry, baby, please don’t stop.” 

His voice was desperate, and you realized in the back of your mind that he was very into this, more than you had originally thought, which was already a lot. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed his thigh before taking him all the way into your mouth and down your throat. Nuzzling his seafoam curls, you gagged as he bucked against you. 

Head thrown back, he couldn’t help but cry out at the sensation of you. The hot and wet feeling of your throat squeezing him as you struggled to swallow around him. “Baby~ fuck~” His shoulders shook as you kept him there for a moment longer before pulling back. He sighed as the pressure eased up a bit, eyes fluttering open as he looked down at you, hand petting through the hair atop your head. 

Pulling off of him, you couldn’t help but blush at the lovestruck gaze he had on you. Licking from base to tip, you dipped down to lick at his heavy and straining package. “You’re being such a good boy for me, Cove. How badly do you wanna cum in my mouth?” You sucked on his package, humming as he nearly choked on his breath. Popping off of him, you smiled as you stroked feather light touches across his aching cock, “Or maybe you wanna blow your load all over the sand. Let someone find it and know what a filthy boy you are, getting off in such a public area like some kinda deviant.” 

Groaning, he blushed heavily and bit his lip, nodding. Grinning, you took him back into your mouth, not bothering with teasing him anymore. You sucked tight around him, taking him deep in your throat before pulling back, making it as messy as you could, knowing it would drive him wild. 

The hand against the back of your head grabbed your hair tightly as he started bucking into you. With a choked gasp, you pressed your hands to his thighs, whimpering as you let him take the lead. He was gasping and panting above you, eyes watching you closely as he fucked your mouth. “S-So fucking good for me, sucking me so fucking- ahh!” Moaning loudly, he curled forward just a bit tighter, tummy feeling taunt as he thrust into you. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you let him take you for his own pleasure, basking in his whimpers and cries. With a harsh gasp, he tossed his head back, “Fuck! Gonna cum, so fucking close-” Groaning, his nails bit into you slightly as one hand shoved your shoulder back, feeling himself slip easily from your mouth. “Touch me, please!” 

He didn’t need to beg for your hand to immediately wrap around him, pumping him tight and fast. He cried out at your grip, almost hurting his already throbbing cock, “Cum for me, baby, c’mon Cove, blow your hot load all over our beach, baby.” He whined at such a high pitch, you worried it might wake up some of the neighborhood dogs. 

Gasping, his hips jerked with your movements until he shivered and groaned, cum spilling onto the sand below the both of you. Pressing your cheek to his thigh, you eased up but not without making sure you got every drop from him. Using your mouth, you cleaned up what was left before popping off gently as he whimpered from overstimulation. 

Your voice was soft as you praised him gently, “Good boy, Cove. I knew you could do it. My sweet boy.” He whined at your whispered words, looking down at you with big eyes. Standing up slowly, you sighed and nuzzled your nose with his, “I love you, Cove.” He gave you a dopey grin in return, kissing you softly before whispering it back to you against your lips. 

With a smirk, you ran your hands down his sides, “You know~ I have a little something in my pocket~” He swallowed thickly, looking down at you with wide eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle with a grin splitting your face. Kissing the side of his neck, you bit into the soft skin, sucking tightly. Hearing him cry out, one hand flying up to the back of your neck, you let go of him. 

Gripping his hips, you whispered hotly against his ear, “Turn around.” He blushed heavily, nodding obediently. You sighed happily as you dragged your hands over his back before reaching his plump cheeks. Tugging out the tiny sample pouch of lubricant you had snuck into your pocket, you inwardly cheered at being able to utilize it. 

Hearing you tear open the pouch, cursing quietly as some spilled out, he stiffened. However, before he could ask you what it was, he sighed at the feeling of you rubbing his rim softly. Cooing, you smiled to yourself, “Awww, my little Cove~ You’re not even acting like you don’t want it anymore.” 

Whimpering, he shook his head, “N-No, I still- I don’t wanna get caught, I sw-ahh~” Dumping the rest of the lube over your fingers, you slipped a single digit inside of him. Sighing heavily, he rolled his hips back to take more of you. “Why do you- ahhh~ why do you even have that? I-I have a condom we could’ve used.” 

You laughed softly, pulling out before pressing two fingers into him, listening to how he moaned for you, “This is like, the fourth time we’ve gone out and I’ve had this tiny little pack of lube. I’ve been so desperate to get to fuck you somewhere out in public like this.” He moaned at your words as well as how you just barely stroked his sweet spot, “I should’ve known you would’ve been more than willing to get fucked on our beach.” 

“No, I’m- ahh!” He cried out as you spanked him across the ass, rubbing his cheek softly afterwards, your hand free after shoving the packet back into your pocket. 

“What was that, Cove? Were you about to say you aren't wanting to get fucked on our special beach? You don’t want me to pound this cute little ass of yours until you’re cumming against this rock and begging me to take you back to the hotel so you can finally fuck me?” You worked your fingers faster inside him, slipping a third in and feeling him buck against you, panting and moaning wildly. “Hmmm? Sorry, baby, I can’t hear you over how loud you’re moaning. You’re scared we’re gonna get caught but you’re this loud. Fuck, it’s cute how you think you can hide how excited you are.” 

Grinning, your free hand left his cheek and slipped between his legs, feeling his cock and moaning when you found him half hard, “Aww~ you’re just so worried, aren’t you, baby? So scared that your cock is just aching to cum all over the sand again.” He cried out, fists pressed against the rock as his cock rested against the hem of your shirt, nipples chafing slightly. “Tell me how bad you want it or you don’t get to cum.” 

Tightening your hand down around the base of his cock, he cried out loudly, knowing you’d squeeze and edge him until he was crying. “I- no, I- fuck!” He couldn’t think straight, not with how your hand was pounding his pspot while your other squeezed his cock too tight. 

You hummed behind him, grinning, “Not what I wanna hear. Wow, baby. You must not wanna cum, huh?” He shook his head, but could only cry out and jerk his hips, “No? You’re saying no, you don’t wanna cum?” 

Scrambling his fingertips against the rock, he cried out loudly, “Fuck! I-I wanna cum! Please!” 

“Then tell me how badly you want me to fuck you on this beach, how badly you want someone to catch us and see you getting ravished.” Your response was lightening quick as you pumped his cock a few times, watching as he weakly kicked one leg. 

“Baby~” He whined pathetically, but unlike other times, you weren’t about to give in. Squeezing his shaft again, you smirked as he cursed loudly. “Fuck! I fucking love it! I need you so bad, ahh! W-Wanted to fuck you on this beach since we were teenagers- ahhh~ don’t give a shit who sees us, want them to know I-I belong to, ahh! B-Belong to you!” He stuttered over his words as you worked him tighter, hand pumping his cock as your fingers pounded his sweet spot. 

You focused hard on your hand movements, wincing as they stuttered between the methodical pace you had. You couldn’t deny how hot his words got you, and you took a deep breath, trying to focus entirely on his pleasure. “Good boy~” Voice tight, you gasped as he squeezed tightly around your fingers. 

You could hear him panting, words strained as he repeated over and over how he was going to cum. Grinning, you paused in your ministrations to lean down and bite his plump cheek tight. He cried out, and you went back to fucking him as quickly as you could with your hands. 

Angling his cock down, you kept your fingers still and pressed against his sweet spot as you jerked him off. “Cum for me, Cove. C’mon, baby.” He keened at your words, tossing his head back and you bit your lip, pouty that you weren’t able to pull it. 

Screaming sharply, he writhed as he climaxed hard. You could feel the sticky wetness covering your hand slightly as you touched him through it, working him even as he curled forward, whimpering as he became overly sensitive. You listened to him gasp harshly as you slowly pulled away, featherlight touches fading as you let your hand fall. 

Resting your palm on his soft cheek, you whispered gently to him, “Gonna pull out, okay, baby?” He hummed as he nodded slowly, whimpering and gasping as you tugged your fingers slowly out of him and past his clenching rim. You shushed him softly, “It’s okay, baby, I know, I know. It’s so much, isn’t it?” 

He nodded weakly, limp against the rock as he waited for feeling to come back to his limbs. As he caught his breath, you helped him slip his boxers and jeans back on, slowly working them up his legs. 

Once he was somewhat recovered, he turned to face you, still leaning heavily on the rock. “I-I think I got your shirt wet. I’m sorry, baby.” You giggled at his soft voice, shaking your head as you buttoned up his jeans. 

“It’s okay, it won’t be the first time I’m covered in your cum and sweat and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” He gasped as your casual tone, looking hurt. You rolled your eyes, tugging him into a hug as you nuzzled his neck, “My poor baby! So sensitive!” He whined playfully, leaning heavily against you. Squeaking as you almost stumbled, he easily tightened his arms around you, keeping you from falling. 

Giggling softly, he grabbed your shirt and handed it to you, “We should get out of here... I don't want anyone to come investigate...” 

You gave him an innocent look, “Why? ‘Cause you were screaming about how bad you wanted to cum and get fucked?” 

Blushing hard, he stuttered over his words before huffing with a pout. Staring at each other for a solid second, you cackled as he caved first, turning around as he felt his face and ears burn. Giggling at his bashfulness, you slipped your shirt on and grabbed your phone from your pocket to turn on the flashlight. 

Whistling lowly, you couldn’t help but grin, “Wow, Cove, look at this mess you made. Dirty boy.” 

Gasping as he whipped around, he quickly clammed up as he saw the sheer amount of cum in the sand. Choosing to say nothing instead, he snatched your phone, took a picture, and then grabbed your hand and led the two of you towards the street. 

Giggling conspiratorially, you bumped your shoulder against his, “We’re gonna have to make a mad dash past our parents’, don’t want them to put two and two together.” He giggled softly before nodding. 

Feeling like two horny teenagers sneaking around to get a little action, you dashed past your childhood homes, blushes heavy on both of your cheeks and you couldn’t help but get even more excited for what could happen once you made it back to the hotel. 

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[jubileexoxo]

cove is literally my domestic house husband fantasy like?:?2)/ i want to wake up to the house smelling like it’s at fire cuz he tried to make breakfast but he’s rlly bad at cooking but tis ok cuz i LOVEEE HIMMMM MWAH MWAH MWAH MWWWWAHHHHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH he the type of mf to give you baby fever neway I LOVE MY HUSBAND SMM

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[shibaraki]

HARBOUR ROSE ┊ COVE HOLDEN

synopsis: love casts it’s own net, and there’s only one man who can cut you free of this one.

tags: GN reader, childhood friends to lovers, ORCA employee cove, mer reader, ocean pollution (boooo) reader caught in a net, reunions, sooooo much fluff, developing relationship, happy hopeful ending

wc: 2.2K

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The rain gives itself unto the sea. Each fragment becomes one with the tide that laps weakly at your body. With your tail curled, fins entangled in an old ghost net, you give into fatigue and rest upon the wet primrose sand. This net is unlike ones you’ve dealt with before. It is garish blue and tough, cutting uncomfortably into your fluke. Rope could be easily severed but this new material is stubborn, and painful.

A gust of wind dances through the marram grass. You breathe deeply, listening to the percussion of the waves, eyes trained on the secluded beach and drawn to any small movement. Something about this place calls to you in a way you cannot explain. That thought makes known a memory in the back of your mind which evades your grasp each time you seek it.

Frustrated, you poke a claw-tipped finger through the net and trace a line in the sand. You try to ignore the dull throb around your hips. Being tangled and contorted as you are has you restless, the urge to spread your fins and swim buzzing under your skin. Fighting the snare more would do no good. Struggle and you’d hurt yourself more.

Had the day been warm you might’ve found yourself in a little more trouble. At least the rain would keep the humans from the beach.

Or so you thought.

Fear seizes your body. In the distance, a bipedal figure walks along the shore. You press yourself low to the sand. The sound of your heart beats loud in your ears, now tucked flat to your head. Unperturbed by the thin rainfall the human keeps his gaze on the waves wearing only a pair of shorts and a thin white shirt, smiling softly as they crawl to kiss his ankles. He is tall and sun steeped, hair like seafoam laid flat to his forehead and cheeks. Markings decorate his arm like refracted light on the ocean floor.

Can you take me with you?

The memory is fleeting. A young child’s forlorn voice. Dusk had spread her fingers across an empty beach. A pink sky. Pink, like the hard shell wrapped around his arm.

Would you take me? the voice repeats. There are no other kids here. I don’t want to stay…

Your gills flutter, venting the air as you exhale shakily. The human is closer now. His gentle face twists with displeasure when a food wrapper rolls in on the next wave, littering the sand. You watch him huff, mouth downturned as he snatches it up. It kindles a little hope in you—

And it reminds you of a lonely human boy you met years ago when you were but a guppy yourself. His name… you liked it a lot. What was it…?

Your pod had migrated because the old nursery grounds were destroyed by fishing boats. Metal machinery and nets that stretched for miles dragged along the seabed. Sunset Bird proved to be a perfect place to wait out the mating season. You spent most of your time on the surface, playing in tide pools and sunning yourself in the grasses, kept company by little Cove Holden.

The human’s movements freeze abruptly a few feet away. In that instant your eyes meet; his own widen, expression flowering in surprise, hands fisted tightly at his sides and shaking.

You stare at one another. Time seems to have slowed to a stop. Over the pitter patter of rain you think you hear your name. Again, confident this time, as the human breaks out into a sprint. Sand kicks into the air. You flinch, inhaling sharply as the distance is immediately crossed and he is falling to his knees at your side.

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” he’s mumbling frantically under his breath, hands outstretched to hover over the lines of plastic knotted around your lower half. “It’s you. It’s really you. You’re hurt—” he jolts and begins patting at his short pockets, pulling out something small. A sharp blade folds out from within the case. You shrink, a reflexive whine building in your throat.

The human holds his breath. He swallows. You see his throat bob, ribs expand and deflate, calming the tremors in his limbs. “I’m sorry,” voice lowered into gentle reassurance, he tries to show you a tremulous smile. “I—I’m going to use this knife to cut the net away. Is that okay?”

You consider the sincere warmth in his gaze and nod as it washes over you. His smile widens. Telegraphing his movements piece by piece he cuts into the net, careful not to snag the frayed scales around your fins.

“I’m so sorry. We comb the shoreline as much as we can for litter but…”

A blush steadily spreads across his cheeks as your focus drifts back to him. Blue eyes flicker back and forth, around your face and back, pointedly avoiding your bare chest. Your nerves settle at that familiarity. The Cove you remember had been small, nervous and lost, but when he smiled he brought the sun with him. This Cove is so big, so at home in his body, and just as beautiful.

Tucking his fingers under the final line Cove slips the blade beneath and cuts you free. You feel the pressure alleviate. He gasps an awed sound as your fins fan out, almost sentient in how they stretch toward the cloud covered sky.

Turning on your hips, you sit upright and bend to rub the thin membranes between your finger and thumb. A wave rushes up and douses you in fresh sea water, soothing the ache. “You can’t help what the tide brings in,” you reassured, chewing the inside of your cheek. You glance toward him as he discards the net with a frown, “Thank you… Cove”.

Cove tenses, emotions flowing into him like a babbling brook. “Wow,” the word came out in a whisper. Then, even quieter, “You remember me.”

“Of course I do,” your voice is fragile as your throat adjusts to spoken words. It’s been a long time since you needed to use it. You smile gingerly, aware of the heat emanating from his body; longing brushes you like a thick fog. “You were my first friend, after all”.

Cove grins, misty eyes squinting. “You were mine too,” he tugs a necklace from beneath his shirt collar. Hung in the middle of his chest is a shark tooth. Serrated crown narrow and pointed, root uneven where it cusps, hale as the day you found it.

“You kept it!”

Suddenly coloured with embarrassment his hands return to his lap and he gives a nervous laugh. “I did. I could never forget you. When you didn’t come back the year after, I…” his features tighten as he restlessly fiddles the hem of his shirt. The fabric stretches thin. “I really thought I made it all up”.

Guilt crept in. You let it bleed through and soften your apology. “I’m really sorry, Cove. I wanted to come back, but—do you remember that big oil spill? A little further South?” Cove tilts his head, grimacing in recognition. You nod, “I couldn’t come this way for a while”.

You notice then that the rain has stopped; clumps of dry sand stuck to your hips and petrichor hung in the briney air. Cove is impervious to it all. “I understand,” he mumbled, giving you a meaningful look before his eyes darted back to the tides.

Tension seeped from his shoulders and you felt yourself relax in turn, instinctively leaning toward his warmth. He sucks in a breath. Any worries are put to rest by the soft intent in his eyes that belied his excitement. Emboldened, you reach up to tuck a wayward curl around the shell of his ear.

Cove quakes, jaw trembling where you linger. He makes a sound and only later do you realize it was your name. “You look so different now,” you murmur, trying to be delicate, lest you fracture the pleasant atmosphere and scare him away. “I almost didn’t recognise you”.

Your human glows ripe like an algae bloom. He leans into the cradle and touches your elbows, offering silent encouragement. “Oh. In—in a good way?” he asked, self conscious.

A grin splits your lips. Your other hand rises, cupping his face in your palms, amazed at the heat under his skin. “In a good way,” you echo an affirmative. Your gaze falls to his forearms. One a shock of blue, the pattern of the sea. The other is bare aside from a thin white scar. “And your strange pink wrapping is gone, now”.

“Ah, that’s right,” eyes softening in the late afternoon light, Cove’s lips thin into a small smile. You mourn for a moment when he releases you to trace the scar. “Yeah. I haven’t needed that for a long time. It’s all healed up”.

Overturning his arm he shows you the scar in full, winding from his inner wrist to the crook of his elbow. The tendons flex as his fingers move. You mirror his actions and follow the path with your fingertip. Bumps rise on his skin. You’d forgotten how reactive his body could be. “That’s good,” you reply, a little breathless. Brightening, then, when you remember, “This means you can swim now!”

“Yeah! I can surf, too. If you want we could paddle out further so it’s safer—for you?”

Cove taught you about surfing that first summer. Humans take boards into the ocean that can remain buoyed on the surface to ride the waves. Sometimes for sport, but mostly for fun. Visions of Cove finally alongside you in the water flood your thoughts. In your enthusiasm you push into his space and he tips back into the sand, bracing on his elbows. “Now?” you ask, practically draped over his lap.

A strangled noise gets caught in his throat. “Close,” he whispers, blinking rapidly. The red blush on his cheeks crawls down his neck to his chest, splotchy and honest. Sudden realisation appears to snap him out of his reverie. “I can’t today,” he hesitates, expression falling. Your mouth is inexplicably dry as his full lips jut into a pout. “I need to get back soon. If I don’t they’ll send someone to get me and I don’t want anyone else to see you”.

You stifle a wince when your fins flutter and fan out on display. Your body is just as honest as his. Deflecting quickly you tease, “Ah. Want me all to yourself again?”

Rather than fluster Cove’s features harden. “Yes,” he bursts, nodding firmly. You stare at him in wonder, and watch in silence as his mind races to catch up with his mouth. He clears his throat, shrinking back apologetically. Over the gentle sifting sand as a wave recedes he murmurs, “Sorry. I mean, I do want you to myself. But—”

“Cove,” his rambling stops at the fond intonation of his name. You dip forward until your nose bumps his cheek. You leave a kiss there, on the warm swell. “It’s fine. I feel the same”.

You’re close enough to feel his shaky exhale. Voice an octave higher, he squeaks, “You do?”

“I do,” you nod, reclining to give him some space and smile when he breathes a little easier. “I’ve waited to see you this long, I can wait a little longer”.

“You’re still so…” there’s that quivering smile again, blue eyes gleaming, face hemmed by unruly seafoam. Steeling himself, Cove rises to his feet and brushes the sand from his knees. “Then I promise I’ll be here tomorrow”.

“Good,” the tide crawls further, crashing against your hips. Foam fizzles along your tail. It calls you back to the currents. Cove watches you pivot onto your belly, turning to follow the next wave out. “I promise, too. I’ll be somewhere around here. Just call out to me, alright?”

“Okay,” he grasps the shark tooth necklace, rolling it between his thumb and finger, dithering on the shoreline with the net that had snared you tucked under his arm. Louder as the distance grows, he plucks up the courage to yell, “I missed you”.

You think of that second summer, when your elders told you the pod could not go back to Sunset Beach. How you had darted away to hide in the kelp forest, curled into yourself where you buried into the sand, stubbornly refusing to move. That grief had dulled significantly over the years yet a single encounter with Cove unearthed all those feelings without ceremony. Lying there, dormant and waiting.

Bobbing above the surface you cup your hands around your mouth, you shout unabashedly, “I missed you too!”

#our life x reader #cove holden x reader #cove x reader #cove x mc #our life beginnings & always #olba

[sugar-omi]

Can I request some HC about Cove and cockwarming 👀

omfg yes you can

NSFW, gn reader, step 3 + 4 + DILF ! cove, multiple scenarios, prbly ooc bc dilf!cove is a menance over here ok, prbly ooc step 4 cove too but ion care imma babygirl him ‼️‼️

STEP 3 COVE

you can't expect an 18 year old to be normal or calm abt it

he's all whiny and tense

you're only on his dick long enough to adjust. both of you clinging onto each other and panting, tryna get used to such an intense feeling

you can try teasing him by cockwarming, but it really won't work

begs you to move, uses those big blues to try and sway you

will probably cry if you keep swirling your hips or clenching around him, he can't help but fall over the edge and lose his patience

doesnt matter if you you hold on long enough or are swayed by cove's sweet begging

but now it's your turn for your head to spin because cove thrusts up into you, holding you and hiding his face in your neck

I love the idea of him getting caught up in the moment again and flipping you over on your back and thrusting into you...

makes you finish first because I think he's totally obsessed with watching you finish, especially when you finish around him

STEP 4 COVE

you still can't expect him to be normal

but fuck does he love it

ik I haven't included switch cove n any of the other 2 scenarios (writing this bit last, yes I write backwards)

but I gotta tell you man...

he loves it sm

doesn't matter if it's a strap, loves cockwarming you

mmm, going throughout the day, splitting him open on your cock during different times of the day

please do ask him to stop doing a chore to sit in your lap, he's so weak rn

fuck, come up behind him n just slip in while he's washing dishes, he's in heaven rn

the whole day he's hard, ruined his pants w pre bc he's been in pieces the whole day

by the time you finally fuck him, he's in tears n so happy n pleased

also dies of happiness a bit when you cockwarm him

jfc doing it in the morning. or before bed, while you sleep...

is so turned on by this, sometimes he just can't do it and you'll wake up to cove squirming, apologizing but begging to fuck, begging to cum..

if he makes it through the whole night though... gets the pleasant scene of seeing you on too of him, grinding on his lap n telling him you should hurry up n finish before work<33

fuck imagine teasing him the same way dilf cove does (so spoilers lol)

n having him in your lap or you're in his, and you're tryna watch a show n you're moving your hips..

grinding on him, thrusting up into him..

either way he couldn't hold on, n now you have HIM on the coffee table or laid out on the couch, heart eyes while watching you take him while on top 🫶🫶

he's in love actually

DILF COVE

oh he does it for fun

this is a sport to him

how long can you sit on his cock until you either whine n beg, or you need to get back to the rest of the world

fuck, if you don't have kids or they're grown. he'll do it while you guys sleep<3

anyway🙈

this is almost like a punishment, n like I said, it's entirely for his entertainment n he'll fucking do it while he's watching TV or on the computer

will twist your nipple or rub your sex

kisses your sensitive neck or pushes your hips down

"sorry baby, I was grabbing a pen"

although at some point he'll surprise you by languishingly fucking you. his cock dragging against your walls...

it's so slow n such a tease n it's just enough to keep your stomach burning

omfg cockwarming while he plays a game or watches a show...

you're tryna watch this movie, but you're only half way paying attention if at all because of cove

it's a romance, or some shitty action movie with too many unnecessary sex scenes

every time the characters make out, kissing n groping each other

he's grabbing at you, groping your chest, teasingly stroking your sex, kissing you breathless..

and every sexy scenergy he thrusts up into you, holding your hips down while you cling onto his arms that are wrapped around your waist

either it ends in neither of you cumming, successfully edging yourselves until the end of the movie

or you bent over the coffee table or with your legs up, buried in the corner of the couch as cove works you both through one or two orgasms <33

just the sexual tension alone turns him on, will happily go all day, splitting you on his cock n then going about your day without cumming

fuck, he'll do it before work and then at dinner.. his younger self would've choked and died at just the thought

tells you you look so pretty cumming for him, also tells you some nasty shit like he's so pent up n can't wait to fuck you, can't wait to finish inside you

tells you he's been thinking abt it all day...

pls dilf cove so good n yet so bad for our hearts... 🫣

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #smut #cove holden smut #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #cove holden x reader smut #cove holden x mc

[differenteagletragedy]

Cove isn't the stepdad, he's the dad who stepped up, Part 2

A second part to this story in which Baxter impregnates you during Step 3 and then ghosts you. Cove saves the day, you fall in love and make a family, and then you decide to get married and hire a wedding planner. You will never ever guess who the wedding planner turns out to be.

"I can't believe it. I can't believe it."

You chucked at your adorable soon-to-be husband -- Cove had been repeating the same phrase in countless different inflections ever since you got engaged, but now that you were on the way to meet with your wedding planner, it was pretty much all he'd been able to say.

"Can you believe it, Dylan?" you asked, turning back in the passenger seat to talk to your four-year-old son.

"I can't believe it," he said, throwing his little arms in the air to make his point.

As you turned back around, you saw Cove smiling warmly at the little boy in his mirror. Dylan may not be his biological son, but he was most definitely his boy.

It had been five years since you learned you were pregnant after a summer fling with Baxter Ward, the strange man who entered your life in full force then disappeared off the face of the planet. You'd tried getting in touch with him, especially after you found out you were pregnant, but when it became clear that he had no interest in speaking with you, you dropped it.

You'd planned on easing into the life of a single teen mother, but Cove of course wouldn't allow that. You'd kept the apartment you'd rented right when you began college, he took care of you throughout your pregnancy, and not too long after your son was born, you both acknowledged that your feelings had become deeper.

And that's it. You were a happy little family.

"Is Uncle Derek gonna have candy this time?" Dylan asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"He better," Cove told him, "but if he doesn't we can get some ice cream before we head home."

"I think he might survive an afternoon without sweets," you said.

"Boo, Mommy!" Dylan cried.

"Boo, Mommy!" Cove echoed.

It might have been annoying if it wasn't so damn precious.

When you got to Derek's apartment, your old friend was, as always, raring to have a go at being Uncle Derek. He did have a small selection of candy, knowing that Dylan took after Cove in that he had a massive sweet tooth.

Once the boy had a little snack and the soccer ball that Derek had brought out for him to play with, he was fine with you and Cove leaving him. You thanked your old friend who, as always, waved you off with a smile.

Then it was time to get the wedding planning process underway.

Neither of you knew the first thing about event planning, let alone where to find or hire a wedding planner, so Cove had found some agency online that did that part of the job for you. So all you had to do was go to their office, meet the planner that had been assigned to you, and they would do the rest of the job.

It sounded simple enough, but when you and Cove were sitting in an empty office, holding hands and idly chatting about some things you might want for your big day, there was a knock at the door. And then things got a whole, whole lot harder.

Baxter entered the office after knocking, wearing a tailored purple suit. The white streaks were out of his hair, which was odd to see, but he was instantly recognizable to you. Of course he was -- those warm brown eyes were a perfect match for your son's.

He'd had a smile on when he entered the room, but it quickly faltered when he saw you there. Cove hadn't seemed to realize yet who he was, so he glanced between the two of you in confusion.

Finally, Baxter ran shaky hands down the front of his jacket, straightening wrinkles that weren't there, and managed to say, "Well, I can't say I'm entirely shocked that you two ended up together. What a delightful turn of events, hm?"

"... Baxter?!" Cove exclaimed.

"Ah. You remember," he replied, not sounding entirely pleased that that was the case.

He snuck a glance at you, and you met his eyes, still not sure how to feel. It was bizarre seeing him after all this time and under all these circumstances. Thoughts of how much fun you'd had together that summer flitted through your mind, along with thoughts of how deeply he'd hurt you. All the while, your eyes kept finding little similarities between Baxter and your son -- they had the same eyelashes. You hadn't remembered that.

You felt a hand on your leg, and looked over to see Cove leaning in, whispering about how you could leave if you wanted, that it wouldn't be a big deal to find someone else.

Baxter was looking on, a serious expression on his face that looked somewhere between discomfort and pain. Before you had a chance to say anything to either of them, your phone rang.

Thankful for the time the call bought you, you took it out of your purse -- it was Derek.

"Hey," you answered, letting the awkward silence hang in the air for the moment. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah!" Derek answered quickly. "Well, mostly, yeah."

"What's wrong?"

"Ok, well, it's not a huge deal, but we were playing and the little man sort of had a little accident," he explained.

"What happened?" you asked, the concern in your voice making Cove raise his eyebrows and lean in.

Derek told you that he and Dylan had been playing and Dylan tripped and landed headfirst against a wall. He wasn't overly concerned, he kept saying that your son was fine and he didn't even cry that much, he'd just wanted to let you know, but it was an excuse, and you grabbed it.

"We need to go," you told Cove, putting your phone back in your bag and standing up.

"I do hope everything is all right," Baxter offered.

"It's just our ... our son, he had a little accident at our friend's house and we should probably take him to the doctor."

You smiled tightly at Cove, letting him know that your child wasn't seriously injured, then you turned back when you heard Baxter let out a short, sharp laugh.

"How darling, you have a son?" he said. "How old is the boy?"

"He just turned four a few months ago."

You hadn't meant to tell him, at least not then, not like that, but when Baxter's smile froze and he turned an even paler shade than normal, you knew he'd figured it out.

"Well, we better get going," Cove said suddenly, standing up and taking your hand. "We'll be in touch, Baxter."

Before your wedding planner could unglue himself from his chair, Cove had led you out the door and out of the building.

You didn't speak as you went back to Derek's, and when you got there, Dylan was as fine as he'd said, just with a little bump on his forehead.

"Can we get ice cream, Daddy?" he asked, holding up his arms so Cove would pick him, which, as always, he did immediately.

"I think we can swing that," he answered lovingly.

And that's how the rest of the afternoon went. Ice cream, play time, and absolutely no talk of the unbearably uncomfortable reunion with your kid's biological father.

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

The next day, you were home, doing some cleaning. Cove was at work, Dylan was down for a nap, so you were taking in the rare quiet moment.

As you were putting away laundry, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You hoped for a fun distraction from your chores, but instead you saw a number that wasn't saved in your contacts but that you recognized anyway.

"Hello?" you answered, bracing yourself.

"Hello," Baxter replied -- you could tell he was trying to sound pleasant but you could also tell he was struggling. All these years later and you could still read him like a book.

"I'm sorry we left like that yesterday," you started rambling, "but everything is fine. I'm still not sure when we'll be able to reschedule our appointment, if you still even want --"

"I actually wasn't calling about the wedding, if that's all right," he interjected.

"Oh."

You deflated. If he didn't want to talk about the wedding, then you were pretty sure you knew what he did want to talk about.

"Your son," he began, a strain in his voice popping up. "I believe you said that he had a birthday recently?"

"Yeah," you answered. "Three months ago, he's four now."

He paused, and you heard a swallow. "Is that ... does that mean ...?"

The silence hung in the air until you couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes," you told him. "I tried to tell you. i texted and called over and over and you never answered. I didn't find out until after you left, and by then you didn't want anything to do with me and I had to do it all by myself because you were too scared to even stay friends with me, you coward."

You ranted for a bit longer, and he let you -- you weren't sure if he'd have been able to speak even if you'd stayed silent. But by the time you were finished, he'd managed to prepare something.

"I'm sorry."

You laughed -- it was way too little, way too late. It was pitiful.

"I'm sorry," Baxter said again. "I'm not sure ... what would be the best thing to do in this situation. Should I meet him? Or I could give you money?"

"No and no. He's not your son, he's Cove's and we don't need money."

"... Can I see a photo of him?"

You sighed, annoyed and angry and a million other negative emotions, but you pulled your phone down and opened up your photos. You found one of Dylan swinging at the park, a huge, beautiful smile on his face, and sent it over to Baxter.

You knew he'd received the picture because he made the saddest, strangest little noise. He'd started crying, you were sure of that, but you weren't about to comfort him. Still, you weren't able to end the call either.

"He looks like me," he finally said shakily. He punctuated the thought with a choked sob.

"I know."

Baxter just kept crying, and you kept not knowing what to say. Finally you heard your son stirring in the other room.

"I have to go," you told him. "Dylan is waking up from his nap."

"His name is Dylan?"

"Yes. I ... I'll talk to you later, I guess."

As you greeted Dylan and prepared an afternoon snack for him, you couldn't help but be distracted. Even though you'd only known Baxter for a few months, he'd changed your life forever. You never thought you'd see him again, but now here he was. Planning your wedding with Cove.

"Are you ok, Mommy?" Dylan asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Yep!" you answered cheerily, smiling at him. Of course, that wasn't true.

*****NOTE: Apparently the name Dylan means "son of the sea," so, you know, that's the name of Cove's baby now.

#our life beginnings and always #olba #olba mc #cove holden #olba cove #baxter ward #our life #olba baxter #baxter x mc #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove x you #cove holden x you #derek suarez #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader #our life cove #our life baxter

[filtharchives]

a sfw piece! finally! yippee! happy new year!

four parts total, mostly short aside from the third 

summary: cove x reader - you presented as your secondary sex and now you and cove have to cope; just small moments in the omegaverse

tags: sfw, fem/afab reader, omega!reader, alpha!cove, omegaverse, minor implications of predatory behavior towards reader, slight reimagination of the intro to Step 3, kind of possessive cove (very minor tho), blood mention (during bond marking), not edited lol i don’t do that lmk if i missed any tags tho

at fourteen years old, you figured you got the hang of the whole ‘puberty’ thing—or at least understood it enough to live with it. of course, you weren’t done with new changes, according to your parents and your middle school health teacher. you still had to present, which would come sooner or later by now.

it came sooner rather than later. you went to bed feeling a little weird but woke up this morning feeling normal again, only to run into your sister on the way to the bathroom and for her to freeze in her tracks and stare at you in surprise for a moment as she sniffs the air. 

“oh, hey. you’re an omega. congrats,” she’d said before quickly entering the bathroom and locking you out as she went about her morning routine.

despite elizabeth’s lackluster reaction, your moms were much more enthusiastic about your presentation, and your ma even taught you how to nest, bringing you to now. 

you’re waiting on cove’s bed while he digs through his closet, looking for things to give you for your first nest, as per your request. he was incredibly flustered when you asked and the blush on his face still hasn’t quite gone away. 

“is a blanket okay?” cove asks, holding one up and avoiding eye contact. 

“ma says that when people give their omega stuff for their nest, it’s usually used clothes,” you say matter-of-factly, pretending not to notice cove’s flinch when you say ‘their omega’. “cause it still has their scent and stuff on it.”

“w-why do you even want my stuff anyways?” cove asks shyly, putting the blanket back.

“ma said that for younger omegas who don’t have mates, their nest usually has stuff from their family and friends, and you and i are best friends, so i need your stuff too.” 

cove nods in understanding, a little less embarrassed now, but only enough to look up at you from his place on the floor. 

“alright, then. so… wanna look through my laundry basket?” he chuckles a bit, finding the proposition a little weird. you giggle as well but nod, scooting up the bed and out of the way as cove grabs his laundry basket and dumps its contents across his sheets. you grab one of the shirts and sniff, feeling butterflies in your stomach. you don’t even notice you’re smiling as you do, and cove doesn’t have the guts to point it out, instead electing to turn away and pick out another shirt for you. 

you put the two shirts to the side and return your attention to the laundry pile, a small snort escaping you before you can cover your face. 

“what’s up?” cove asks, raising a brow. you snicker and point to a spot in the pile, where a few of cove’s underwear are visible. cove let’s out an embarrassed sound and quickly grabs at them, throwing them back into his laundry basket. he tosses one more shirt your way before clearing the rest of the laundry off the bed. “i think that’s enough!” his voice cracks at the end but you decide to be merciful and ignore it, thanking him for the clothes instead and asking if he wants to come over and see your work-in-progress nest. 

when you return to school after summer–your first day of high school!--cove anxiously sticks by you as you both wave goodbye to mr. holden before he drives off to his shop. after you presented, his father told him to look out for you–a young omega is a target for new and seasoned alphas alike–and even if you would only be on school grounds for majority of the day, anywhere that wasn’t sunset bird suddenly made cove hyper-aware of how others looked at you; especially upperclassmen alphas. it didn’t help that he was a late bloomer who still hasn’t presented yet, as it made him feel like a younger kid who wouldn’t be able to defend you if need be, despite his height and athletic build. 

the two of you hang around outside the school building, not wanting to overwhelm your nose with the amount of presented alphas and omegas within before it was time. cove sympathized with you, as even without presenting, his nose had always been pretty keen and for some reason he had a weird feeling in his gut since he woke up this morning. still, even waiting outside hardly comforts him as he watches alphas look at you as they pass by or sit outside. cove holds your hand–whether for your sake or his is debatable–and groans when the bell rings, warning students they have five minutes to get to class. 

“do we have to go?” he practically whines as the others outside make their way into the building. 

“we don’t wanna be late on the first day,” you say, chuckling at his behavior. 

“we’re freshmen–we can just tell them we got lost,” he shrugs. despite that, he relents and stands from his seat along with you. he puts both hands on your shoulders and looks you in the eyes. “text me if anything happens, okay? if anyone makes you uncomfortable or anything, i’ll come over, even if i’m in class.” you don’t doubt he would–he’s your best friend and didn’t care too much about school so long as he passed. 

“alright,” you nod. cove hesitates for a moment before pulling you into a hug and you can feel how worried he is to be apart from you in such a big, new school and your perceived vulnerability. if only you had the same schedules, but unfortunately, your counselors didn’t get the memo that you two were a package deal. 

cove gives you another squeeze as you hug him back and suddenly something catches your nose, making you sniff a few times. led by your senses, you bury your nose into the side of cove’s neck, making him yelp and pull back in surprise. 

“what are you doing?” he squeaks out. you don’t have the mind to be embarrassed as you look up at him in surprise. 

“cove,” you say with wide eyes. “i think you just presented. i think you’re an alpha.” cove’s eyes match yours. 

“wait- seriously?” he gapes. “wha- how? just now? an alpha.” instead of answering, you pull the collar of your top to your nose and inhale.

“... and i think you just scented me,” you add. cove’s face is pink at that revelation and before he can continue sputtering and apologizing, the second bell rings, meaning the two of you are officially late to your first classes. you grab cove’s arm and all but drag him into the school.

“hey, wait!” cove’s brain catches up and he matches your steps. “uh- what now?”

“now, we go to class,” you say. “we can talk about this all at lunch, but i really don’t wanna be later than we are.” you flash him a grin. “besides, since you’ve scented me, i’m sure no other alpha’s gonna wanna come near me, so that’s good, right?” cove blushes deeper but nods. 

“r-right. yeah. that’s good.” 

cove is beyond delighted to be an alpha. yeah, he wouldn’t have minded being a beta like his mom and his new friend terri, but being an alpha almost guaranteed that he could keep you safe from other alphas just by his scent laying a soft claim on you. 

so, after that first incident, it became routine for you to have cove’s scent on you. even now, in your sophomore year of high school, cove would scent you in the back of his dad’s car on the drive to school. cliff fully supported this morning routine out of concern for how high school alphas would act towards you without this kind of deterrent, even calling cove a ‘good kid’ for looking out for you so heavily. if only he knew cove’s actions were a little less platonic than he let on since the two of you confessed your mutual feelings at 13 (but even without being officially dating yet, cove was pretty sure his dad wouldn’t be surprised). 

summer of 2016 rolled around and now you were with cove on the steps outside his house, waiting for the new tenant(s) of the donnells’ former summer home. finally, the sound of a car grabs your attention, followed by the sight of a taxi turning into the street. 

“this has to be them, right?” cove asks, eyebrows raised. 

“the only people who come out here, live here,” you grin, a chuckle leaving your lips. “it has to be!” 

cove let out a small, surprised “oh” when the taxi door opened, revealing a young man around your age, dressed in black and white with swoopy hair to match.

“hello, folks,” the young man greets with a smooth voice. “who might you be?” 

“um- we’re the neighbors,” cove replies, only slightly recovered from the surprise. the new tenant’s smile grew in a cocky yet non-malicious way. 

“hallelujah,” he says. you and cove share a bewildered look before looking at the young man again, watching as he grabs his suitcase from the taxi and thanks the driver. when he saunters over, you and cove stand up from the steps. 

“i’m baxter ward,” the new neighbor, now known as baxter, says. “it’s excellent to meet you, neighbors.” he turns his attention to you and holds out his hand to shake. feeling no bad vibes from him–a sense of familiarity filling you instead–you hold your arms open for a hug instead, which baxter accepts without missing a beat. 

“welcome to sunset bird, baxter,” you say before introducing yourself. baxter greets you in kind as you both pull away from each other. 

“we’ve met before,” he says, making your boyfriend ask, “what?! when?” baxter continues to smile widely, head tilted slightly to the side as he studies your visage. “it’s embarrassing, but i haven’t remembered that part yet,” he admits with a cordial laugh while cove continues to stare in disbelief. “i’m getting there. don’t tell me. i know you want to, but do not. it’ll come to me.” he sniffs the air from his polite distance, trying to recall where he’s smelled you before, and suddenly recognition appears in his eyes. he announces his revelation with a snap of his fingers. “the cypress, at the summer soiree! of course. mm, that had to have been before any regionals, so, ah, at the time i was about fourteen years old. that makes it… five years ago from now, right?” cove’s mouth fell open. 

“are you kidding me?” your boyfriend asks with a raised eyebrow. “is he serious? did you really meet this guy at that country club five years ago?”

“yeah,” you say with a small, disbelieving smile–a little speechless about said guy being right in front of you again. “i told you about him, remember? the mysterious boy who danced with me that night? lee was all over that story.” cove’s eyes widen a little more, both in surprise and realization. he let’s out another little “oh” before baxter speaks again. 

“it’s good not to forget a face,” he says. “you see, my parents are members of the cypress. they happened to be passing through on a trip across different states when they heard about the event. funnily enough, the entire reason they joined was for the connections they could make with other members there. looks like that perk has finally hit for me too. originally, i thought it was only any good since i could occasionally dance there.”

“dance?” cove asks. 

“yes,” baxter nods. “i’m a ballroom dancer. ah- forgive me. i started talking about myself before you even had the chance to introduce yourself.” he holds out his hand for cove to shake. you see your boyfriend straighten up to his full height–on purpose or not, you can’t tell–as he shakes baxter’s hand, eyeing him carefully. 

“i’m cove,” he says. “i don’t know much about dancing, but that’s pretty cool.” 

“you have a wonderful name,” baxter grins. “dancing isn’t hard once you get the basics down.” cove doesn’t seem convinced, raising a skeptical brow once more. baxter decides to continue with that same cocky grin. “well, if either of you are looking for a partner, i’m available.” cove involuntarily stiffens, instinctively pulling you closer by the waist. 

“i already have a partner,” he says, relaxing as you lean into his side with a hand on his torso. “(y/n) is the only one i’d wanna dance with. she’s my girlfriend."

“you’re both together?” baxter asks with only a little surprise.

“yeah, we are,” you confirm with a soft smile. 

“now that’s crushing; but makes sense,” he says with a small chuckle. “i got here too late. should’ve taken a semester off sooner.” cove’s smile flattens out and his eyes narrow at his new neighbor. you can’t help but snort at the sudden flare-up of his scent, lightly patting your hand on his chest. on the other hand, baxter looks unoffended, instead offering another apologetic smile. “that’s a joke,” he clarifies. “really, i didn’t mean to intrude on anything you have with the offer.” cove reels in control of his scent, placated. 

“i’ll take you up on that offer sometime,” you chirp with a cheeky smile, giggling to yourself as cove rolls his eyes with an exasperated smirk and a huff through his nose at your agreement coming right after his refusal. 

“i really am qualified to give lessons,” baxter says, looking at cove for his blessing. 

“yeah, it’s fine,” cove relents, playfully pinching your side. “so, um. what made you decide on sunset bird?” 

“oh, yes,” baxter nods, taking in the question. “well, my parents rented a condo so i had a place to stay while i’m off for a semester from college and not living in the dorms.” there’s a playful glint in his eyes as he continues. “ideally, they wanted to send me somewhere that wasn’t too exciting, but, lucky for me, they picked the wrong street. considering the two of you live here.” baxter then preemptively lifts his hands up in front of his chest, giving the gesture for meaning no harm. “it’s nice not to be the only one my age around the neighborhood for an entire summer, nothing more.” 

“you could’ve phrased it like that in the first place,” cove sighs. 

“i don't feel the need to keep words of praise to myself, but they’re not romantic come-ons,” baxter explains. “i see that you two are very much a committed pair. i’d like to be friends, if we can. but that’s all.” 

“it’s… okay,” cove says with a small smile, an attempt at friendliness. on the other hand, you can’t help but grin. 

“i’m finding it pretty entertaining.” baxter laughs at that, due to your own amusement or the difference in how you and your beloved receive him you don’t know.

“glad we’re working things out,” he says. shifting his weight to his other foot, baxter tries to move forward. “so, which condo is yours? how long have you been living together?” 

“oh- no!” cove sputters again, making you laugh. “we’re… we’re both your neighbors, but we live in different houses with our parents.” the two of you point to your homes directly across the street from each other with your free hands. 

“you’re neighbors who started dating?” baxter asks with wide eyes before sighing with a sort of satisfied smile. “what a couple of lovebirds. you’re the backbone of romantic society! honestly, i hope you never break up. if you can make it work, there might be a chance for the rest of us.” cove sighs in exasperation despite the bit of amusement on his face. baxter continues, “well, if either of you are free, i’d be thrilled to hang out this summer, but we can save the schedule talk for later. goodbye for today.” he gives you both a small nod and a dazzling smile. you and cove both give your “bye”s and the newcomer turns around to go to his new, temporary home with his belongings. 

with him out of the scene, coves lets out a long breath. 

“well,” he says, looking at you with a tired smile. “i don’t know how i’m gonna explain that guy to my dad.” you burst into a fit of laughter trying to imagine the conversation. “at least the job is done. we saw the new neighbor, and now we can go meet up with terri and miranda.”

“yeah, we should get going,” you nod. as you and cove start to walk up the street, you feel him give your waist another squeeze, his arm not having left you at all since he first placed it. 

“don’t think i’ve forgotten about how much of a brat you were just a minute ago,” he smirks. “i’ll pay you back eventually.” 

“i have no clue what you’re talking about,” you snicker, only for cove to stop walking and pull you into his chest, both arms now wrapped around you. he holds you in a tight embrace as he takes his time rubbing the sides of his neck against yours. 

“i should’ve scented you the moment you crossed the street,” you hear him mutter, making you snort at his protectiveness–or is it possessiveness? either way, you can’t say you hate it when you tilt your head to give him easier access. miranda and terri may have to wait a little longer. 

it’s a week after your shared heat/rut that cove decides to bring it up. the two of you have been engaged for some time now and he feels like he might just burst. 

“you want to bond?” you repeat, a little slack-jawed. “now?”

“yes,” he nods firmly despite the apprehensive look on his face and the awkward squirming in his seat. “not unless you do, of course. but i’ve been thinking about it a lot these past few months, even before we got engaged, and… a-and it was all i could think about doing during- …during my rut.” his face goes even redder at that admission but he forces himself to maintain eye contact with you. “we’re already engaged and honestly… i don’t wanna wait until after the wedding. i wanna be yours, forever, now.” you can’t help the blush that creeps up your neck nor  the way your heart pounds, just like you can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips. 

“okay,” you breathe out softly, as if not trying to scare your fiancé. “okay. i wanna bond too. i’m ready.” 

“r-really?!” cove squeaks out, surprised you agreed so soon. “are you sure?” you chuckle, nodding. 

“yup. positive,” you affirm with a smile. “do you wanna go first?” cove gulps as you run a hand through your hair, slightly moving it away from your neck. you bite your lip to keep from laughing when you see the look on his face: eyes wide and focused on your neck while his mouth is slightly open, maybe even close to drooling. 

without even responding, cove leans towards you, his strong arms simultaneously pulling you into his lap. he looks you in the eyes again and without a trace of doubt on your face, he smiles shyly before opening his mouth and going right for your closest scent gland. you wince and let out a whimper as you feel his teeth sink in, but you know it has to be done–the bite needs to be strong enough to bleed in order to leave a proper mark. cove gently rubs over your back when he feels you wince, a silent apology for the pain as he gently releases your neck and laps up the drops of blood that remain. 

“you did so good,” he says softly, licking and kissing at the new mark on your neck. you meet his eyes for a moment to see the tears welling up, your softie alpha crumbling at how permanent your intertwined lives have become, before he returns to burying his face in your neck and soothing the purposeful wound. “thank you.” 

“don’t thank me yet,” you muse, running a hand through his seafoam locks. “i still have to mark you.” 

“i know,” he says with a watery chuckle. “and i’ll thank you again after that. just… in a moment. just let me finish with the blood. i don’t like seeing you hurt, even if it’s for this. but thank you for trusting me to do this. for wanting to be with me forever and stuff. for being with me all this time.” 

“you’re always thanking me,” you laugh, now just as watery as his voice. “you did the same thing during the proposal.” 

“i know,” he repeats, looking at you with a smile despite the tears now falling down his cheeks. “i just have a lot to be thankful for when it comes to you. and i want you to know that. how much i appreciate you and need you and… and love you. i love you so much. and thanks to you, i know it’s not ‘too much’.” 

“i love you too,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to not break if you spoke any louder.

“i know.”

BONUS my omegaverse hcs

alphas: liz, cove, cliff, gregorio, jorge

omegas: noelani, lee, miranda, derek, irene, shiloh

betas: pamela, kyra, terry, baxter, nicolas, jeremy

#our life beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x reader #i wrote this #omegaverse #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o au

[sunnydaze4ever]

Cove Holden x reader

Wedding anniversary

Fluff, romantic

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You two would head to a hotel or your house, ending off the night cuddled up together <3

I think for your first anniversary, you two would take a trip down to sunset bird.

Cove would get you a gift, probably your favorite flower, and you two would have lunch together with your families.

You two would meet up with your moms and Mr. Holden and they would tell you guys happy anniversary.

Afterwards, you both would grab dinner and take a trip down to poppy hill to have a picnic. -

Once finish your food both of you would head down to the beach and get in the water a bit. Cove would say how happy he is that he married you.

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Hope you enjoyed these! This is my first time trying to write like this

#our life #our life beginnings & always #cove holden #our life cove #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove holden x reader #x reader #our life x reader #our life beginnings and always x reader #reader insert #headcanons #cove holden headcanons