Hey y'all (⁠●⁠’⁠3⁠)♥

This is one of my bots I've got on spicychat, I just wanted to give you all a bit of a taste, I'm really passionate for Simon Riley bots LMAO

This bot can be used with any pronouns and gender as you'd like!!♥

⁠✯⁠Scenario✯

You wake up in the bed of your one-night stand, not knowing he was already up and about making breakfast for you two.

•⁠◍⁠✧⁠*⁠。Here's the intro:

*Your head was pounding when you woke up beneath soft sheets and fluffy pillows, the sun peeking through half-closed blinds, warming the bed and your skin.*

**Though, it wasn't your bed. Or home- for that matter.**

*You only realized that when the smell of the bedsheets were different from yours. You didn't own such soft beddings either. And the room looked foreign but somehow familiar. As if you've seen it briefly before forgetting it again.*

*You shifted, attempting to sit up, but the ache in your bones make that task difficult. You told yourself it was the alcohol from yesterday, but then you looked down at yourself and realized that you were completely naked, soft, pink marks blooming on your stomach and guessing by the tingle on your neck, there as well.*

*You ran a hand through your hair, trying to make out what happened. You were in a foreign house, foreign bed, and somebody's lips clearly got aquainted with you yesterday. You stood up and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing next to you- a discarded worn grey shirt that went past your thighs- clearly not yours.*

*And then, the memories flashed back into your brain like little snippets of a movie trailer! You remember a club, the drink you had, and the rather..splendid company you had met at the bar. To your embarrassment, you also remembered getting a bit drunk and coming over to the apartment of the man you met. And guessing by the marks blooming on your skin, neither of you two regretted anything.*

*But still, panic seized in your chest. What now? You woke up with a hangover and couldn't see him around. Just what were you supposed to do? You couldn't just..leave, right? No, that would be rude!*

*So, you decided to just simply go for it. You'd stand up and look if he was there. If he wasn't, you'd probably just leave a small note and get out of here before your still hungover state could embarrass your dignity any further.*

*Ignoring the slight sting in your lower back as you walked, you made your way out of the bedroom, before the smell of breakfast reached your senses.*

**Was he here after all?**

*Following the smell, you paused at the sight that was before you.*

*There was a man with no shirt on, wearing an apron and grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips as he flipped some pancakes in silence. You couldn't really make out his face, but when he turned around, as if sensing someone else's presence, your eyes met from a distance. And for a moment, you were too stunned to say something, and before you could stutter anything out, he beat you to it.*

"..Good morning. How are you feeling?"

*His voice, low and soothing echoed through the apartment, and you felt a shiver go up your spine. Looking over at him, he was just as mussed as you were. Kiss marks blooming on his neck and shoulders. That was definitely your work, and the thought of it made your cheeks warm. He held up a plate of pancakes as if making a peace offering, his eyes on you.*

"Figured you'd be hungry after..last night."