summary: cove's parents (almost) catch the two of you make out in his room. when they confront you, cove and you try to come up with a lie!
tags: silly & wholesome fluff, plottwist (they know all along), cliff & kyra being a bit ooc (to mess with cove & reader), happy ending
“so, what were you two doing alone in your room?”
kyra and cliff towered over you and cove, as the two of you awkwardly sat on the couch in their living room. you never were scared of cove's parents before, but you would be lying if you said you weren't a little nervous right now.
“oh, uhm…” cove started stuttering out, trying to come up with a good excuse. but you knew that cove sucked at lying and if you two wanted to sell his parents a lie, it would have to come from your mouth!
“i-i wanted cove to… help me pick out an outfit… for… a friend's birthday party!”
cove might be a bad liar, but you couldn't really say that you were any better than him. still, an attempt was made. you glanced over at cove, both of you wondering if his parents bought that lie.
“oh, was it one of those two girls we've seen around?” cliff smiled, seemingly buying into your lie. “i didn't know their birthday was coming up! maybe i should take cove shopping then to get a present, right, son?”
“r-right–!” cove blurted out quickly, smiling relieved.
“well, if that's all, then we got worried for nothing!” kyra now chirps in, with a little smile. “for a moment, we thought you two might've been doing… something else in there.”
cove and you freeze, shooting glances towards each other, as your faces turn red. but kyra just continues, as if she didn't even notice.
“we'll leave you two to it then, right, cliff?”
“right!”
as soon as cliff and kyra leave the living room, cove and you relax and sink into the couch. you turn towards each other, both smiling relieved – until you notice something and your face turns red once more.
“c-cove…!” you stutter and point at his neck. as cove struggles to look down, unable to see what you're pointing at, you reveal what you just spotted. “you… you've got a hickey there…”
silence fills the living room for another moment, before your face sinks into your hands, realizing what had just happened.
“they knew all along.” you sighed, a chuckle escaping your lips. “they were just messing with us, but they knew all along…”
Very sleepy right now and i can’t stop imagining going to bed with Cove Holden beside you after a long day. Your muscles are sore but don’t worry!! Cove will give you the best massage!!
Cove’s a giant, so i’d imagine laying on top of his chest feels like laying on a fort of pillows (even if you’re taller than him, he’d still find ways to make you feel comfortable laying on him). His breathing, the slow rising and falling of his chest, the warmth radiating off of him, him patting the top of your head, it’s all lulling you to sleep. You can’t help but to snuggle impossibly closer to Cove.
You’d mumble about the things that had happened throughout your day and Cove would listen to every single word, even if some of the things you said are incomprehensible because you’re just getting sleepier and sleepier that you started to drag out your words. Cove would chuckle, seeing how your ramblings become more difficult to understand, the shakes from his laughter would wake you and Cove would apologize for disturbing you.
Huh… whatever you’re about to tell him can wait!! You’ll continue in the morning! Right now, you’ll just drift off to dream land with your dear lover, who is still patting your head until both of you fall asleep.
you felt the wind before you saw the hill again soft and grass heavy, the way it always was near the ocean. cove had been quiet the whole walk there, his hand in yours, his thumb brushing the side of your wrist every so often.
you hadn't been up here in a long time.
he stopped just short of the crest and let go of your hand gently. "close your eyes for a second?"
you looked at him—his cheeks were a little pink, his eyes warm but skittish, still, you nodded and closed them.
you heard the rustle of a blanket, the soft thud of a backpack being set down. a second later, his voice, quieter now, closer: "okay. open."
he'd laid everything out: the blanket, two bottles of lemonade, a container of cut fruit, a couple of your favorite snacks. it wasn’t anything fancy. but it was careful. familiar. yours and his.
cove stood off to the side a little, rubbing the back of his neck, his mouth twitching like he wanted to smile but couldn’t quite let it happen yet.
"i.. wanted to bring us back to the beginning," he said, eyes flicking to yours. "this is where we met. you.. you do remember, right?"
you nodded, throat tight. the hill was a little smaller now, or maybe you were just a little taller. but the view was still the same—the ocean stretching out beyond the houses, sun hanging low and golden in the sky, the flowers..
"you were sitting right over there," he said, pointing gently to the spot beside you. "and i didn’t know what to say. i was so nervous."
you looked at him and laughed softly. "you were grumpy."
he groaned, laughing too, rubbing at his face. "i know. god. i was such a mess."
"you were cute," you said.
he looked at you, startled for a second—and then his glowing smile finally came. the same kind he only saved for you.
he sat down beside you on the blanket, close enough that your shoulders touched. "i just.. i’ve been thinking about it lately. how different everything could’ve been if my dad hadn't given you the twenty dollars- or if you had just taken it and went back home.. i.. or if you hadn’t been here that day. i'm so lucky."
you leaned into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. he turned slightly, pressed a kiss to your hair. then, so soft you almost missed it:
art creds: @sunflowerpin go check them out!!
req from @zipzipzapzapzepzep
Mainly based during teen years
Cove seems very much so the type to be naturally quiet and slowly warm up, enough to have a full conversation with you and share other moments that developed trust, and mutual affectionate feelings (He can be clingy when he wants to)
He's definitely the type to zone out mid conversation. Dates are also not unusual however; for instance you were met with someone from your childhood/an old friend, He'd just stare between the two of you, most times he finds disinterest in things like that.
In a relationship with Cove, you're the person that doesn't drain him socially but rather he seeks you for comfort.
There's playful moments too, You could be running errands, finishing a task or even chillaxing besides you would be Cove and he'd just go ahead and wipe his hands on your shirt to see how you react.
Surfing together during the summer season is a must
Absolutely despises deep cleaning, doesn't mind minor tasks but gets annoyed after a while which if you're concluding the tidying up, he'll convince you (annoy) to stop; not in a 'we don't have to clean' per say rather a 'we could be doing this instead' type of way
Handmade gifts!!! It's something you both absolutely enjoy
Not a very piercing type of person but I can imagine him wanting to get matching tattoos
Spontaneous, You wanna hang out? Sure, let's go. Just a talk here and there about the place and such things and you're already there! You need him to come to your room because you're having a hard time? That boy is right there in less than 5.
With how comfortable you two become, He's not afraid or hesitant to vent or cry so he expects the same from you, if he senses you're hes uncertain of some sorts, he himself will question your trust or the way you perceive him.
On the topic of situations like these, fights are rare if not non existent. I'd really just be a healthy relationship overall/happily ever after (❛ ֊ ❛ )
@mychaelsoj
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.
in which cove has cravings, which is nothing out of the ordinary. but it's what he's craving exactly that might be a bit out of left field.
♡ nsfw, no au, fem + afab reader
♡ gentle dom top cove + sweet sub bottom reader
♡ pre-established relationship, oral sex (reader receiving), cove talks way dirty in this but in a pathetic way ehe, very much inspired by @sugar-omi's pussy hungry cove drabble <3
you'd never really voice it out loud ... but sometimes, cove reminds you of an excitable puppy.
from the way he lights up to how his smile stutters into something so much more jovial to how excited he gets when talking about his favorite things - the centerpiece of which, most notably, is you; as long as he feels comfortable, he brings a shimmering light to the function that nobody else could hope to replicate.
you'll be watching him go about his business with one of those rare ear-to-ear smiles, and you're sure you can imagine a tail wagging so hard it smacks against anyone within two feet of him. it's so cute, you can't help but to think.
and the way he responds to your praises, oh. you wish you could muster up the courage to ask if you could maybe record him going down on you sometime, if only to immortalize how he looks when the saccharine of your honeyed words seeps into him with miniature jolts; every time he squirms and whimpers and nods fervently when you stroke his hair and tell him he's doing so good, he's being such a good boy for you, he's making you feel so good and fuck, you're gonna cum-
he just looks too cute.
you wish you could spend every hour of every day letting him fuck into you, fingers and tongue and cock burying themselves against your gummy walls as he wails and moans and begs you to praise him more, love him more, cum for him just one more time-
but alas. work has had you tangled up lately, and you've only now managed to pull away from your third overtime in the past week. you'd barely managed to make it through the door before your (im)patiently awaiting boyfriend had snatched you right up from the porch and pushed you up against the wall without a word.
and that's where you find yourself now, pressed haphazardly against the wall with your ...
...pants yanked down unceremoniously, pooling at your ankles.
...skirt hitched to your tummy, shoved carelessly up your thighs.
cove's long since made himself comfortable between your plush thighs, nosing your panties out of the way and latching his mouth onto your clit without so much as a hi, how was your day.
which you're normally not opposed to, but it's been a long day at work ... you haven't even put your bags down yet!
"c- cove, c'mon," you protest weakly, unable to put up much of a fight when his tongue's raring to rock against your wet folds. he peers up at you, brow crumpled in a furrow as he whimpers against your cunt, pulling off of you obediently - even if he doesn't seem pleased to have to do so.
you're grateful for the chance to catch your breath ... but you can't help but mourn the loss of his warm, willing mouth.
still ...
"god- what's got you so excited?" you mumble incredulously as you attempt to gulp in a lungful of air without being interrupted by a moan or a whine. "i wasn't gone that long...?"
cove whines, face still pressed against your inner thigh. with how he's refusing to pull off, you could swear he's trying to nuzzle against your skin. "missed you. you were gone so long, and i just missed you, and- please, can i go back to what i was doing? please, please?"
you're no stranger to hearing him beg, but out of nowhere is a little unprecedented ... even as your arousal is practically dripping down your leg, waiting to be cleaned by an eager mouth.
before you can speak, he's grasping onto your thighs with eyes wide and pooling with desperate wetness.
"PLEASE, oh please-! c'mon, i'll be so good for you! i PROMISE!" he cries, gripping your thighs almost hard enough to bruise. "don't i deserve you 'n- 'nd your pretty pussy? haven't i been good for you?"
the mumbled whimpers are accentuated with kiss - and tear - marks against your inner thighs, sending rivulets of pleasure cascading down your spine as you shiver. still, your silence is taken as unrelenting refusal, and cove lets out a sob.
"please, PLEASE just let me fffFUCK you already-! i'll- i'll do anything-!" he nearly wails, sea-blue eyes imploring and needy, so needy. "i'll make you cum 'til you can't walk, i'll- i'll tongue fuck you so good, so GOOD-"
all this filth that's leaving his mouth is making your head spin. you hadn't known cove was capable of saying such degenerate things - even if you find it completely sexy.
... well, today was stressful anyway.
the feeling of your thighs tightening their hold around his face has him perking up almost immediately, a wide - and very grateful - smile overtaking his earlier simper. before you can even warn him to take it a little slower, he's practically nosediving into your cunt and eating you out without so much as a pause to let you prepare.
high whines, moans, and whatever may come between fill the entryway to your home as your boyfriend fucks into your pussy with as little decorum as he usually does when he's eating. the door behind you trembles with every rock of your hips against his face, grinding your cunt against his pliant mouth.
you're sure the neighbors can hear both of you at this point. you're not entirely sure you care.
"god, fuck- 's been so long, 's been forEVER," cove snivels out in a muffled moan against your puffy folds. "fuck, i missed this SO fucking much. why did you keep this from me, WHY- fffffuck, do you even love me anymore-?"
even through the din of your lust and the struggle of your day melting from your shoulders, you can't help but scoff affectionately at his dramatics - which is immediately followed by a loud cry as you feel his tongue curl up into you, as if trying to remind you of all the sensations you had been denying yourself of the longer you denied him.
his tongue only continues to fuck into you at a brutal pace, desperate to drink up everything he'd missed out on since the last time you two had done this - which could not have been more than, what...a couple days ago? god, he's insatiable.
"fuck, waited so long for this- SO fucking long, you have no IDEA- waited too fucking long to feel your tight pussy sucking my tongue back inside you," cove whimpers, each word pushed out against your cunt as he drives his mouth back against you between every pause, as if he can't bear to pull away from your dripping sex for even a moment. "god, feels like it's been AGES. missed you so much, fuck-"
you've never heard him curse this much ... ever. the vulgarity of it all, the obscenity of the slurping sounds beneath you mixed with the thrill of all that filth he's talking - it's enough to tip you over the edge, a moan just shy of a scream muffled into your palm as your vision explodes in stars, your orgasm hitting you so hard your ears ring.
he lets you ride it out on his tongue, drinking up your juices with all the greed of a depraved, starved man. his hands remain firmly fixed on your thighs, a vice grip that could have left marks if he wanted it to; his way of making sure you know you're not going anywhere until he's had his fill of you.
Gonna be writing for my less talked about anime and manga babes maybe even cartoons and other media think of this of a master list of sorts. I will have characters from well known media in here but l it will just be about those characters because we don't get much exclusive material about our boys and possibly girls, they them's as well won't be excluded.
Characters/Shows/ Games/ Media etc... like:
- Shino Aburame - Naruto
- Jack the Ripper - Black Clover
- Characters in General - Hajime no Ippo
- Decim - Death Parade
- Garry - Ib
- Micah Yujin - ERROR143
- Cove - Our Life
- Sal - Sally face
Don't be shy to make a request I do prefer that you don’t it anonymous so that I can tag you maybe even become friends!
I’m not saying that I will exclusively make content for that purpose, but I will make a lot of my content based off of that since I cannot find that type of content!
I’m almost willing to write for every fandom and every character. If I’ve not watched the show or consumed the media, I’ll try my best to do research on it! Or even watch the show or consume media. Who knows I just might find my new hyper fixation!
Updates: I ALSO WRITE FOR POC PEOPLE & I WANTED EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT AS ONE SO DON’T BE SHY.
My english isn’t good so there might be a lot of typos.
Prompt: Imagine you get isekaied in Our Life. Only thing is that you wake up as a child and remember everything. You can only save at this point but you can still access the save and load menu and see your previous runs.
Meanwhile your precious neighbor is slowly becoming self aware, getting deja vu with every passing second- as if this has all happened before...
A/N: A few days after I posted this- a few other thoughts came to mind- SO HERE IS MY ATTEMPT AT VOCALIZING THEM
You’re keenly aware of how small and tiny you are the moment you wake up.
For the first few days, you started to acclimate to…the family home.
It wasn’t YOUR family though. It never was. It was MC’s. Not your’s.
You could project all you wanted onto MC but it was never your family or your life to experience. It was theirs.
Even so, you quickly found yourself missing the life you were used to. More specifically:
The cuisine.
It was hard not to draw suspicion to the fact that you were craving different food genres aside from Mom’s Pamela’s mac and cheese and cheeseburgers.
Ma’s Noelani’s Hawaiian food helped quite a bit to hold you over as you started to ponder over how to approach it.
Kind of hard to bring it up to your MC’s parents that you wanted Asian/Middle eastern/Indian/Pakistani/Mexican/etc food when there was none of that for miles around
For the time being, you had to quietly hint and nudge their thoughts into that direction but not enough to make them suspicious. Noelani obviously had her suspicions about Cove getting into the house from Step 2-3 but never brought it up once. From what you could tell, she was scary observant
Another issue was how clumsy your new body was.
Your mind might be able to remember how to do everyday tasks like writing and such but this tiny body didn’t have the muscle memory to match it
Much to Liz’s dismay, you spent quite a bit of your time forcing your hands and legs to train to do things your adult body could do in a snap
Time wise- technology was a huge sucker punch. It made you feel bad for taking your own devices for granted.
That being said, self learning everything was going to be hard without a phone or computer on hand, especially knowing that you’d have to go through the cursed education system all over again- but most likely much harder
There had to be a reason older folk complained about it, right?...
Your MC’s birthday was the same as your own, just that the birth year is 1997. That being said, the current year was 2006… Funny. You were only two in 2006…
…
Back to self learning, you tried to practice what you considered basic math long after everyone had fallen asleep
Usually, your day was filled with entertaining Shiloh and Liz, playing in the park or going along with whatever Liz said. Judging by the giant for sale sign across the street and the date, you figured out that you got isekaied roughly at least a month or two before Cove and Mr. Holden would move in.
Who knew how that would go now that you weren’t subjected to just three choices?
Even after playing around, your body was exhausted and your baby mind was just as pooped out.
The first few days you would wake up early as children do and tried doing your math and remembering as much as you could at that time
Yeah, Liz nearly gave you a heart attack after she barged in and you had to play it off as you scribbling absolute nonsense cause you were bored
After that near collision, you changed your prep time to being at night. Sure, you woke up to Liz shaking you and not getting enough sleep in the morning, but you needed to refresh your memory the best you could
You couldn’t do it every night though and did your best to keep some sort of schedule so you wouldn’t forget - and worry your MC’s moms
They noticed the first few times of how sleepy you’d be when you’d wake up later than usual - granted if Liz didn’t wake you up - and a few nights after, you nearly got caught right in the middle of your review.
Pam was more sneaky than Noelani, so you should’ve seen this coming- but even so, you had everything spread out on your rug when you just barely heard her footsteps come to your MC’s door
You had enough time to shove everything underneath your bed - your room was messy enough but better safe than sorry - and quickly dive under the covers before you heard your door open with the softest of clicks
She was around for a good while before you heard the door close again but you didn’t relax until you were sure her footsteps went back to the master bedroom
After that, you were much more careful about how long you spent studying and when. You haven’t been caught since.
Occasionally, you’d have to sneak in your MC’s parent’s room to grab any books that you needed. Good thing Noelani was a book nerd.
You did have to be careful about your self learning- you didn’t want them getting any suspicions that their kid was suddenly…different out of nowhere.
You had no idea what MC was like as a kid before the events of Our Life so you tried your best to piece together what you could
Speaking of, there were a bunch of things you quickly realized about Our Life, one of which is that game didn’t go over nearly everything that MC went through, let alone before Cove came or others that it only touched on briefly
For example, the tourists that came and went every year happened to be close friends of Pamela’s from her time in university, hence why they were so friendly to you and Liz in particular.
It was also why they knew how to… handle your ever changing moods. At least-
That’s what it looked like to them.
To you- it was because you had to battle MC’s initial responses to these scenarios.
Go figure, this body still had its fair share of emotions inside of it, leaving you to figure out if this sharp pang of fear or worry was your own or not.
It left you second guessing everything you did, especially when you’d be up at night, studying and practicing your writing
It seriously irked you, knowing your writing was sloppy even though you knew this body couldn’t help it. It didn’t make seeing your scrappy writing less frustrating though
Despite how much you tried to hide how YOU felt, not MC, Noelani still picked up on the small shifts in your behavior.
One of these being the irritation you harbored for your writing.
Speaking of emotions, you found your body easily overwhelmed by any stronger ones- your own irritation making you cry- an alien feeling and one that took even you by surprise.
Worse part? The first time happened was in front of Noelani when she tried to help you practice your penmanship
Naturally, she tried to comfort you MC by trying to console you, saying it’d be better with practice and wiping away your tears but no matter how YOU tried, the tears wouldn’t stop flowing
It wasn’t until much later that you realized that MC’s tiny self had their own limits and by pushing those adult feelings and expectations that YOU had onto it sent it into a messy overdrive.
After that, you had learned to slow down- the world wasn’t ending…even if it felt like it.
…
The nail in the coffin for you that made YOU cry. Not MC’s body: Your dreams started to resemble parts of your life.
You’d dream that you were back at your desk job or filling out mundane paperwork but no matter how boring it’d be, it was YOUR life.
The one YOU were used to and familiar with
You’d always feel so relieved to be back where you were supposed to, whether you were happy with that life or not
It was that feeling of having all your choices in your hand and being in control of where you wanted to go, if that made sense.
Nobody made those choices for you except well…you.
Only to have that feeling of familiarity ripped away once you registered Liz waking you up to play while “Ma and Mom snooze the day away!”
