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Sukuna with a concubine who's a yapper. 18+

Getting drunk at a party with fratboy!sukuna fluff

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[tojisteddy]

SIMON WITH A FULL SLEEVES, I KNEW IT I KNEW ITTT

[fairywritinggarden]

A/n: a rewritten drabble for a previous fandom that I re made for Simon Riley instead. I reworked some things around to better fit him, and i hope I did it well. — no warnings, just all pure fluff. Please follow me over at my main account linked in my pin post.

Simon is definitely not a morning person at all. You learned that very early on when you would spend the night at his flat when he would be back home from another months long mission. You'd wake up bright and early wanting to make coffee for the both of you.

You shifted slightly, trying your best not to wake him, but his arm around your waist tightened. He moves his body closer, so he's somehow almost laying on top of you. You can hear him grumble something, but it's muffled by his face buried in your neck.

"Si, let me up. I wanna make coffee." He doesn't respond. Instead, he just makes an annoyed grunt wrapping his strong leg over yours. Completely caging you in, and the heat from his body alone is becoming unbearable.

You wiggle around, fighting and squirming as best you can to get out of Simon's hold. Somehow, you managed to break free of him after you tickled at his side. He desperately reaches out for you, trying to pull you back into bed with him, but he's too slow. As you make your way to the kitchen, you can hear him huff and complain as he tosses himself around the bed.

"Daaarling, please come back to bed. I'm cold, an' its still early." He calls out in his deep, raspy morning voice.

You pressed your lips together in a fine line to hold back a laugh.

You eventually rejoin him with two cups of coffee in hand. When you walked back into the bedroom, he looked aggravated, and his eyes were puffy from sleep. His short brown hair is a mess. A small cow lick can be seen on the back of his head, and his dog tags are tangled over his shoulder.

"Hey, grumpy, I made you coffee too." You cheerful spoke with a mug outreached towards him. He huffed again and sat back against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest with a hmph.

After a few moments, Simon reluctantly takes the cup and sips at it slowly as you watch him with a slight smirk.

"Mornin," he grumbled with a glance your way.

"....someone's a bit moody." You snorted, pointing out the obvious.

"Woulda' rather have tea instead." He knew he was being a bit of jerk and would apologize later on for it.

You didn't have to make him anything. You were the coffee drinker in the relationship, yet you still thought of him.

You shook your head and continued slowly sipping your coffee. "You're welcome."

There was no denying his grumpiness was a bit amusing when the whole reason he's upset is because you left him in bed for a short while. You had to fight off the urge to tease him a little more, deciding on leaving him alone for now. He caught you, staring and rolled his eyes, making you giggle. Simon bit his inner cheek to hide back a smile, but there was a faint smirk spreading across his face. After you both finish your coffee, he immediately falls back asleep and snuggles up tight against your side.

[kkunai]

[𝝑𝑒] :: trueform!sukuna has never apologised to anyone, until you came along :: tags. concubine!reader. fluff, angst, suggestive. ‘brat, woman’ used :: wc. 1.8k

sukuna’s never felt the need to apologize. he’s never in the wrong if you ask him. apologising to someone he deems ‘lesser’ would be a sign of weakness.

yet the king of curses always has this secret need to make his favorite concubine feel better after (unintentionally) hurting her.

you’ve got this hold on him that he will never acknowledge. although there are moments where he will indirectly show you that he regrets upsetting you.

it’s a quiet saturday evening and you’re relaxing in your bedchambers after eating dinner. you didn’t go to the dining hall to eat with sukuna and the others. no, you made sure your head lady-in-waiting brought your food to your room.

sukuna and you got into a ‘little’ argument yesterday. you both spent the entire day and night alone instead of in each other’s presence, which is the norm. even the people around you have noticed the growing tension whenever sukuna and you would cross paths.

of course, the other concubines seized the opporunity to vie for sukuna’s attention now that his favored concubine was no longer by his side. yet, their efforts proved in vain.

sukuna had grown more irritable over the past twenty-four hours, his mind relentlessly preoccupied with thoughts of you—a fact that only frustrated him further.

you weren't in the mood to speak with him again, so why did that bother him so much?

it should have made him scoff, made him see you as weak and driven him to demand that you speak to him.

yet all sukuna can think about is how to get you to cling to him once more. as much as he says that it’s exhausting to have a needy 'brat' at his side all the time, your abscence makes him realise he secretly enjoys having you around.

snapping back into your own thoughts, you realise you’ve been staring at your cup of tea for the longest time. you sigh and get up from the table, your feet dragging over the tatami flooring. however a sudden knock on your doors causes you to stop in your tracks.

“come in,” you murmur, thinking it is one of your ladies-in-waiting with your dessert. but the silence that follows afterwards is nearly ominous.

you frown and sigh before going over to the shoji. you slide the screens aside, only to be met by a wall of muscles you know way too well. you tilt your head back and your eyes widen slightly at the sight of the one man you stubbornly refused to talk to.

sukuna looms over you, his massive frame dwarfing your smaller one. he invites himself inside, not waiting on a response from you. he steps into your room and turns around to face you. his dark red eyes narrow as he tries to decipher the emotions playing on your face.

you don’t say a thing. you don’t look at him. you don’t smile at him. you don’t move a muscle. no acknowledgment at all.

sukuna hates it—it’s unusual for you to be so cold. your eyes dart to the floor and your bottom lip subtly forms a defiant pout.

sukuna scoffs. he’s made the decision to break the silence between you two first, coming all the way to your bedchambers to talk. he would never have done such a thing for anyone else—would have waited for them to grovel before him and beg for his forgiveness.

and yet here he is, standing in front of his concubine, ready to confront the issues between them.

he feels pathetic and it angers him from within. he desires to command you to get on your knees and apologise to him, to obey him and forget what happened. however an annoying voice in the back of his head tells him to be patient with you.

“tch, what’s with the face?” sukuna's deep and commanding voice fills the spacious room. he doesn't go about it the gentle way—he’s still him after all. “y’re still sulking about that little thing? i thought i told ya to stop thinkin’ about it.”

hearing sukuna say the latter makes your heart ache and your eyes water from frustration. everything seems like it’s not a big deal to him—even when you’re clearly upset.

“that was not just a little thing, my lord!” you raise your voice just a little, surprising yourself as the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

you swallow thickly and bite your lip. you've done it now, the thought echoes inside your head.

sukuna’s eyebrows raise in surprise at your outburst, not used to you raising your voice to him like that. although in an instant, his eyes flash with something dangerous. you may be his favorite and he may let you get away with a lot of things, yet there are boundaries. rules that even you must obey.

the king of curses would probably find it amusing to see you snap back at him, thinking you will achieve something with that, but today is not one of those days.

the shimmering tension between you two has agitated him more than ever.

sukuna closes the distance between you two and reaches out to grab you by our jaw. his fingers curl tightly beneath your chin and force your head to turn, making you face him.

“you dare raise your voice at me, woman?” sukuna growls, his face mere inches from yours.

his grip borders on painful and you wince at the ache in your jaw. he doesn’t let go and instead tightens his hold, “i don't have time for this fuckin' nonsense.”

sukuna releases you with a light shove. he takes a deep breath to try and calm down, to remind himself that he came her to clear things up. but it’s difficult because he’s never had to do this before. never had to listen to someone else, always expecting them to simply endure and move on whenever he caused harm.

you stumble a bit, rubbing at the your chin. you don’t get it; is sukuna here to make it worse for you? to rub it in? to remind you again of what he said to upset you? to make fun of you for being upset about it?

it certainly does hurt.

you replay that moment again in your head. the moment when sukuna told you he could replace you with someone else whenever he desires. it is a fact; sukuna can do that whenever he pleases. but it stung to hear him say it so explicitly. to hear him say it to your face, as if that doesn't already keep you awake at night.

little did you know, sukuna didn’t mean to hurt you too much with that comment. he didn’t expect you to ignore him, to avoid him, all because of what he said. he simply said it because he was struggling with his own emotions—denying that he feels anything for you. he said it to remind himself that he isn’t getting attached to a human.

but that failed terribly. seeing you like this—your teary eyes glaring up at him with fear, hurt and betrayal made him feel an uncomfortable pang in his chest. something that resembled guilt.

“have a good night then, my lord,” you dismiss sukuna and turn away, your voice strained with emotion. you don’t want to start another argument with him.

the king of curses grits his teeth. there it goes again. ‘my lord’ — yes, it’s what most others call him, but not you. you always called him by nicknames he deemed foolish. ‘kuna, ry’ or even ‘dear’. he strangely longs to hear your voice call him as such again.

sukuna stands there, trying to reign in his anger and other overwhelming emotions. he grabs your wrist and tugs you back to him, making you stumble and catch yourself against his chiseled chest.

he doesn’t know what to say—doesn’t trust himself to speak. he knows he’ll make it worse by speaking, knows he’ll rile you up even more. thus he chooses not to utter a word for a moment.

your eyes meet and you’re surprised when sukuna leans down to catch your lips in a kiss. your hands fist into the collar of his kimono, your mind telling you to back off. this man is dangerous—playing with your emotions like this.

telling you one thing, but contradicting himself with his actions. it’s extremely confusing yet also exhilarating.

you close your eyes and respond to his kiss with equal fervor. the pink-haired man groans against your lips, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip before biting on it. a habit of his.

sukuna’s large hands roam over your body as he presses you as close to him as possible. it’s like he’s reassuring you with his touch—melting away all your worries. it’s a manipulative tactic that somehow always gets you. or perhaps it’s just his way of apologising.

which of the two it is, will always be vague and unknown.

eventually, he pulls away, leaving you both breathless. you stare up at him with a huff before glancing the other way. you’re still sulking, still pouting.

sukuna rolls his eyes and easily lifts your body up into his arms. two of his hands settle on the back of your thighs, the other two grazing the side of your breast and waist. he carries you over to your bed and sits on the edge with you on his lap.

“y’re a fool,” sukuna clicks his tongue. his fingers slither up the exposed skin of your arm and against your cheek to flick your forehead. he gains a whimper from you which urges him to do it again.

you frown and rub at the tingly skin on your head. your eyes are still watery, lashes clumped together due to your tears. it’s almost cute. almost.

“and you look pathetic,” the man in front of you adds with a condescending smirk.

you weakly smack sukuna’s chest, making his grin widen. there you go—there is the woman he knows, slowly making a comeback. slowly warming up to him again. slowly being playful with him once more.

sukuna sighs. to you, it may seem like a tired sigh, but in reality it’s a sigh of relief. he may not have solved this issue between you two in a normal, healthy way, but it worked out anyway.

“you’re mean,” your comment breaks the moment of silence.

your bottom lip trembles and you look like you might just cry it all out. the frustration, the fear, the hurt, the relief—it’s overwhelming.

sukuna inhales briefly. he doesn’t respond to your little remark, instead, he holds the back of your head and presses your face into his chest. he holds your body against him, nestled warmly between his muscular arms.

you don’t protest at all. you close your eyes and breathe in his familiar scent, nuzzling your nose into his pecs. you know this is his way of making you feel betted so you will not complain.

an apology will never leave the prideful man's lips and you’ve come to accept it. this way of reassuring you counts as something at the very least.

it doesn’t matter who or what gets between you two, at the end of the day, you’ll find each other again. one way or another.

and that's all you need.

[fairywritinggarden]

Sukuna the man that you are. I love the way you write him 🖤🩶

[fairywritinggarden]

Thinking about Heian era!Sukuna having a concubine who just won't shut up.

Warnings: smut, p in v, oral female receiving, Sukuna's stomach mouth mentioned

A/n: not proofread, I wrote this one in the middle of the night, sleep deprived. I apologize if this has been done already. Im new here.

18+ minors dni

Sukuna's estate was quiet after dinner. He had called for you to bathe with him. Just a bath and a massage, he told you. But your nights together rarely ever ended with leaving before sunrise. You were one of favorites amongst his harem of concubines. You could do and say whatever you pleased, and Sukuna rarely ever put you in your place for it. At least he never did it publicly. He spared you the humiliation most of the time, saving it for the privacy of his bedroom.

But there is one thing you did that annoyed him the most. You talked a lot and never knew when to shut the hell up. For example, your current situation. After bathing with Sukuna the hot spring, he hoisted your naked body over his shoulder and marched back to his bed, gently throwing you down on top of it.

"The new concubine, my lord, she's a bit timid. I-i think you should spend more time with her." You stammered.

"Hmm?" Sukuna grunted as his tongue swirled around your open, collecting your juices in his mouth.

Your legs were pulled apart almost painfully wide. Sukuna had been teasing and licking at your pussy for almost an hour now. His lips closing around your swollen clit as he sucked hard. The message was clear, and you still couldn't take the hint fully.

"Ahh... okay, enough about her. I get it." You moaned out. Your hands went into his damp pink hair, pulling on it.

You felt his lips remove from your clit and his tongue dipping back down to your entrance. Slowly pushing in to stretch you open around the thick muscle. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you let out wanton moan.

"F-fuck....Kuna, dont stop, please." You pleaded to your king.

You could feel him groaning against your sensitive skin, causing your thighs to tremble.

Before you were about to cum Sukuna removed his mouth from your pussy. You frown as he sat back on his knees and took one of his cocks in his hand and pumped it a few times. Tiny drops of pre cum spilled down to his knuckles as he watched you.

Sukuna didn't waste any time at all. He grabbed you by the waist with his other pair of hands while the others were planted on either side of your head.

"You know you could really use some new curtains in here. The red is pretty, but they're moth eaten." You rambled on.

"Maybe a nice silk— oh my god!" You were cut off and head fell back against the pillow when Sukuna shoved his cock deep inside your tight walls.

"Mm, yes, new curtains." He repeated and began moving at a steady, not so gentle pace.

His fat cock plunging in and out of your tight pussy. Your slick creating a creamy white ring around the base of his length, the harder he fucked you.

He sped up his pace, and your moans only proceeded to get louder. The sound of skin against echoed off the walls as sukuna spears his cock deeper inside you. The fat tip rubbing against that spongy spot repeatedly, making your toes curl.

"I was also thinking you could update the gardens and have a place for all of the concubines to rest. While you meditate." You cheerfully suggested that without realizing right now was not the time or place.

Sukuna leans back to let go of your waist and takes your thighs in his hand to push them against your chest. You bit your lip to stifle another moan. You kept your gaze on Sukuna watching your pussy taking his cock. Two of his crimson eyes focused on where you both were joined while the others were on your face. His neglected second cock brushed up against your puckered hole, causing you to jerk your hips upwards.

"Such a pretty cunt." He whispered and you couldn't tell if was talking to you or himself.

"Did you hear me, Kuna?" You tried to get his attention back to the unwanted conversation.

He rolled his neck from side to side. The muscles of his back flexing. His stomach mouth opened to let it's tongue free to bully your clit.

You gasp and reach out to grip his forearms with your nails digging into his skin. You were sure the whole estate could hear the squelching sounds your pussy was making as Sukuna cock speared you open around his girth. Sukuna's pace was relentless and leg numbing.

You tried again to get his attention, and suddenly, Sukuna's thrusts came to a sudden stop.

"I heard you, woman, but i think i should put my dick in your mouth instead, so you'll finally shut up." He hissed at you. his tone coming out a lot harsher than he intended.

You frowned, and he immediately felt bad for the way he spoke to you. The threat didn't sound so bad even if it caught you off guard.

"Don't look at me like.....im just trying not to cum and it's hard when you keep wanting to fucking talk about curtains."

You squeaked and nodded. "My apologies. Im yapping again, aren't i?"

"You've been worse." Sukuna teased. "Can we continue on?"

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your mouth.

"Yes, please. I-im getting close...."

"I know I can feel your cunt squeezing me." He rolled his hips against yours, and your breath hitched.

You figured for once, you'll save your random thoughts after Sukuna is finished with you. When that'll be, you won't know for sure.

[fairywritinggarden]

Thinking about Heian era!Sukuna having a concubine who just won't shut up.

Warnings: smut, p in v, oral female receiving, Sukuna's stomach mouth mentioned

A/n: not proofread, I wrote this one in the middle of the night, sleep deprived. I apologize if this has been done already. Im new here.

18+ minors dni

Sukuna's estate was quiet after dinner. He had called for you to bathe with him. Just a bath and a massage, he told you. But your nights together rarely ever ended with leaving before sunrise. You were one of favorites amongst his harem of concubines. You could do and say whatever you pleased, and Sukuna rarely ever put you in your place for it. At least he never did it publicly. He spared you the humiliation most of the time, saving it for the privacy of his bedroom.

But there is one thing you did that annoyed him the most. You talked a lot and never knew when to shut the hell up. For example, your current situation. After bathing with Sukuna the hot spring, he hoisted your naked body over his shoulder and marched back to his bed, gently throwing you down on top of it.

"The new concubine, my lord, she's a bit timid. I-i think you should spend more time with her." You stammered.

"Hmm?" Sukuna grunted as his tongue swirled around your open, collecting your juices in his mouth.

Your legs were pulled apart almost painfully wide. Sukuna had been teasing and licking at your pussy for almost an hour now. His lips closing around your swollen clit as he sucked hard. The message was clear, and you still couldn't take the hint fully.

"Ahh... okay, enough about her. I get it." You moaned out. Your hands went into his damp pink hair, pulling on it.

You felt his lips remove from your clit and his tongue dipping back down to your entrance. Slowly pushing in to stretch you open around the thick muscle. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you let out wanton moan.

"F-fuck....Kuna, dont stop, please." You pleaded to your king.

You could feel him groaning against your sensitive skin, causing your thighs to tremble.

Before you were about to cum Sukuna removed his mouth from your pussy. You frown as he sat back on his knees and took one of his cocks in his hand and pumped it a few times. Tiny drops of pre cum spilled down to his knuckles as he watched you.

Sukuna didn't waste any time at all. He grabbed you by the waist with his other pair of hands while the others were planted on either side of your head.

"You know you could really use some new curtains in here. The red is pretty, but they're moth eaten." You rambled on.

"Maybe a nice silk— oh my god!" You were cut off and head fell back against the pillow when Sukuna shoved his cock deep inside your tight walls.

"Mm, yes, new curtains." He repeated and began moving at a steady, not so gentle pace.

His fat cock plunging in and out of your tight pussy. Your slick creating a creamy white ring around the base of his length, the harder he fucked you.

He sped up his pace, and your moans only proceeded to get louder. The sound of skin against echoed off the walls as sukuna spears his cock deeper inside you. The fat tip rubbing against that spongy spot repeatedly, making your toes curl.

"I was also thinking you could update the gardens and have a place for all of the concubines to rest. While you meditate." You cheerfully suggested that without realizing right now was not the time or place.

Sukuna leans back to let go of your waist and takes your thighs in his hand to push them against your chest. You bit your lip to stifle another moan. You kept your gaze on Sukuna watching your pussy taking his cock. Two of his crimson eyes focused on where you both were joined while the others were on your face. His neglected second cock brushed up against your puckered hole, causing you to jerk your hips upwards.

"Such a pretty cunt." He whispered and you couldn't tell if was talking to you or himself.

"Did you hear me, Kuna?" You tried to get his attention back to the unwanted conversation.

He rolled his neck from side to side. The muscles of his back flexing. His stomach mouth opened to let it's tongue free to bully your clit.

You gasp and reach out to grip his forearms with your nails digging into his skin. You were sure the whole estate could hear the squelching sounds your pussy was making as Sukuna cock speared you open around his girth. Sukuna's pace was relentless and leg numbing.

You tried again to get his attention, and suddenly, Sukuna's thrusts came to a sudden stop.

"I heard you, woman, but i think i should put my dick in your mouth instead, so you'll finally shut up." He hissed at you. his tone coming out a lot harsher than he intended.

You frowned, and he immediately felt bad for the way he spoke to you. The threat didn't sound so bad even if it caught you off guard.

"Don't look at me like.....im just trying not to cum and it's hard when you keep wanting to fucking talk about curtains."

You squeaked and nodded. "My apologies. Im yapping again, aren't i?"

"You've been worse." Sukuna teased. "Can we continue on?"

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your mouth.

"Yes, please. I-im getting close...."

"I know I can feel your cunt squeezing me." He rolled his hips against yours, and your breath hitched.

You figured for once, you'll save your random thoughts after Sukuna is finished with you. When that'll be, you won't know for sure.

[fairywritinggarden]

Just thinking about what it would be like to be dating Frat boy!Sukuna and being drunk at a party together.

A/n: I took this concept I wrote for an old fandom and rewrote it for Sukuna. Sukuna, reader, and everyone else is 21 + in this short college au.

Saturo's party had been going on now practically all night. You and Sukuna had arrived hours ago, and now you can't seem to find each other. He went off with his friends, and so did you. You mingled and stayed close together when you first got there. But soon, you unintentionally drifted away the drunker you both got.

Your face was tingling, and your head felt dizzy. Your whole body just wasn't corporating. Your limbs felt like they were in a constant battle to keep you standing or even walking straight. And you kept calling out for your boyfriend. You wanted to go home but knew he wasn't driving. Not in the condition he was probably in.

He got drunk way before you did, which was surprising since Sukuna is a large man. You would assume it would take a lot for someone his size to get sloppy drunk. You watched him throw back shot after shot. Then, chasing it down with his favorite beer. The thought of the taste is already making you involuntarily gag. He was a lightweight no matter how much he tried arguing against it.

You were stumbling and kept calling for your boyfriend. "RYO!!! Kuna, where are you?"

You even grabbed some random dude just because he had longish hair. He was definitely not your boyfriend. You made a face of diagust and mumbled "ew" under your breath when the guy turned around.

The party kept getting louder the drunker you became. Everyone kinda started looking alike to you.

Your vision was nothing but a blur. You even confused Toji for Saturo at one point. All because he was wearing a black compression shirt. The funny thing is that he never even bothered to correct you. He found it a little too amusing and went a long with it for awhile. If it wasn't for your friend speaking up to tell you, it was actually Toji you were talking to. You would still be thinking he was Gojo (who looks vastly different from fushiguro, mind you) for the rest of the night.

The killer hangover you're destined to have in the morning made you wish you never started drinking tonight. Too late. You knew you were screwed by the fifth shot of tequila. You and Sukuna were going to be in misery. at least you would be in misery together you kept telling yourself.

You stumble again and flop down on the couch next to someone. A man who you really can't even focus on any distinctive features. He's just there slumped back with his legs spread open, holding a candle that he assumed was his beer can.

You may be drunk off your ass but not drunk enough to mistake a candle for a can of beer.

You look over, and he's nothing but a blurry figure next to you. You blink and blink your vision, not focusing whatsoever, while trying to figure out who he is. Your drunkened mind comes up with absolutely nothing. He is another stranger to you. Little did you know that's actually your boyfriend. Who you have been on the hunt for all night long.

You heard him mumbling something in coherent over and over again next to you.

"What you say?" You slurred.

He burped before repeating. "I said," Have ya' seen my girlfriend? " She's cute with a pretty smile. You can't miss her."

"Oh no, havent seen her...m'lookin' for my boyfriend, actually. He's veeeerry tall with pinkish hair you can't miss'em." You giggled and sat up a little.

"Haven't seen any funny lookin' people around." Sukuna quipped and went to take a drink from the candle.

He made a confused expression when nothing went into his mouth. He still has yet to notice his actual beer is on the table.

"Been lookin' for her all night. I even cried at the beer keg." He sounded like he was on the verge of tears again. " The guys out there forced me to come sit and calm myself."

You put your hand on his shoulder to comfort him. He sounded so sad and lost. You couldn't help but feel bad for him. "She's around here somewhere. M'sure of it."

"My boyfriend is missing too, startin' to think he's in a bush passed out." You rubbed your eyes and laid back against the couch.

Sukuna snorts and goes in his pocket to grab his pack of cigarettes.

"All I know is when I find that little shit I can finally pass out in peace." He slurred and practically ripped open his pack of cigarettes to get one out.

"Yeah, me too. When I find my boyfriend, I'm going to sleep." You hiccuped, and your eyes slowly got heavier.

The party started to die down a lot. People were either falling asleep or walking home.

"When you'd get here?" Sukuna turned to face you 30 minutes later. "Been lookin' for you all night!"

[fairywritinggarden]

A/n: a rewritten drabble for a previous fandom that I re made for Simon Riley instead. I reworked some things around to better fit him, and i hope I did it well. — no warnings, just all pure fluff. Please follow me over at my main account linked in my pin post.

Simon is definitely not a morning person at all. You learned that very early on when you would spend the night at his flat when he would be back home from another months long mission. You'd wake up bright and early wanting to make coffee for the both of you.

You shifted slightly, trying your best not to wake him, but his arm around your waist tightened. He moves his body closer, so he's somehow almost laying on top of you. You can hear him grumble something, but it's muffled by his face buried in your neck.

"Si, let me up. I wanna make coffee." He doesn't respond. Instead, he just makes an annoyed grunt wrapping his strong leg over yours. Completely caging you in, and the heat from his body alone is becoming unbearable.

You wiggle around, fighting and squirming as best you can to get out of Simon's hold. Somehow, you managed to break free of him after you tickled at his side. He desperately reaches out for you, trying to pull you back into bed with him, but he's too slow. As you make your way to the kitchen, you can hear him huff and complain as he tosses himself around the bed.

"Daaarling, please come back to bed. I'm cold, an' its still early." He calls out in his deep, raspy morning voice.

You pressed your lips together in a fine line to hold back a laugh.

You eventually rejoin him with two cups of coffee in hand. When you walked back into the bedroom, he looked aggravated, and his eyes were puffy from sleep. His short brown hair is a mess. A small cow lick can be seen on the back of his head, and his dog tags are tangled over his shoulder.

"Hey, grumpy, I made you coffee too." You cheerful spoke with a mug outreached towards him. He huffed again and sat back against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest with a hmph.

After a few moments, Simon reluctantly takes the cup and sips at it slowly as you watch him with a slight smirk.

"Mornin," he grumbled with a glance your way.

"....someone's a bit moody." You snorted, pointing out the obvious.

"Woulda' rather have tea instead." He knew he was being a bit of jerk and would apologize later on for it.

You didn't have to make him anything. You were the coffee drinker in the relationship, yet you still thought of him.

You shook your head and continued slowly sipping your coffee. "You're welcome."

There was no denying his grumpiness was a bit amusing when the whole reason he's upset is because you left him in bed for a short while. You had to fight off the urge to tease him a little more, deciding on leaving him alone for now. He caught you, staring and rolled his eyes, making you giggle. Simon bit his inner cheek to hide back a smile, but there was a faint smirk spreading across his face. After you both finish your coffee, he immediately falls back asleep and snuggles up tight against your side.

[ariesrin]

Alternatives to 'said'

When character is angry:

Snapped

Spat

Snarled

Hissed

Barked

...or sad:

Choked

Mumbled

Managed

Croaked

Murmured

...or if they're feeling nervous:

Stammered

Babbled

Rambled

Muttered

Squeaked

...and even when flirting:

Coaxed

Purred

Teased

Hummed

Crooned

[fairywritinggarden]

A/n: a rewritten drabble for a previous fandom that I re made for Simon Riley instead. I reworked some things around to better fit him, and i hope I did it well. — no warnings, just all pure fluff. Please follow me over at my main account linked in my pin post.

Simon is definitely not a morning person at all. You learned that very early on when you would spend the night at his flat when he would be back home from another months long mission. You'd wake up bright and early wanting to make coffee for the both of you.

You shifted slightly, trying your best not to wake him, but his arm around your waist tightened. He moves his body closer, so he's somehow almost laying on top of you. You can hear him grumble something, but it's muffled by his face buried in your neck.

"Si, let me up. I wanna make coffee." He doesn't respond. Instead, he just makes an annoyed grunt wrapping his strong leg over yours. Completely caging you in, and the heat from his body alone is becoming unbearable.

You wiggle around, fighting and squirming as best you can to get out of Simon's hold. Somehow, you managed to break free of him after you tickled at his side. He desperately reaches out for you, trying to pull you back into bed with him, but he's too slow. As you make your way to the kitchen, you can hear him huff and complain as he tosses himself around the bed.

"Daaarling, please come back to bed. I'm cold, an' its still early." He calls out in his deep, raspy morning voice.

You pressed your lips together in a fine line to hold back a laugh.

You eventually rejoin him with two cups of coffee in hand. When you walked back into the bedroom, he looked aggravated, and his eyes were puffy from sleep. His short brown hair is a mess. A small cow lick can be seen on the back of his head, and his dog tags are tangled over his shoulder.

"Hey, grumpy, I made you coffee too." You cheerful spoke with a mug outreached towards him. He huffed again and sat back against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest with a hmph.

After a few moments, Simon reluctantly takes the cup and sips at it slowly as you watch him with a slight smirk.

"Mornin," he grumbled with a glance your way.

"....someone's a bit moody." You snorted, pointing out the obvious.

"Woulda' rather have tea instead." He knew he was being a bit of jerk and would apologize later on for it.

You didn't have to make him anything. You were the coffee drinker in the relationship, yet you still thought of him.

You shook your head and continued slowly sipping your coffee. "You're welcome."

There was no denying his grumpiness was a bit amusing when the whole reason he's upset is because you left him in bed for a short while. You had to fight off the urge to tease him a little more, deciding on leaving him alone for now. He caught you, staring and rolled his eyes, making you giggle. Simon bit his inner cheek to hide back a smile, but there was a faint smirk spreading across his face. After you both finish your coffee, he immediately falls back asleep and snuggles up tight against your side.