Jun 7
living with simon riley is more like living with a large, slightly scary dog than a man.
he’s quiet, low-maintenance - as long as he gets his hour or two of exercise a day. skip it and he gets restless.
right before dinner he appears in the kitchen doorway like clockwork, staring at you with a hopeful, wide eyed look that says “feed me, please.”
when he’s home from ops, he follows you from room to room without a word - your silent, ever present shadow. if you leave for work, he’s waiting by the front door when you get back, like he’s been lurking there for hours.
and every morning when he wakes up hard, pressed right against your ass? he humps against you like a horny mutt who’s forgotten all his manners.
