Uh, pollen (sort of, blood? Ig?? That doesn't sound right tho) with simon

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Simon thought he got off scott-free when he appeared in your ship.

All he lost in AT-5 was his arm. Which still fucking sucked, don't get him wrong. But.. compared to what the blood *could've* done to him..

The sight of that monster in the blood ocean, how.. human, it sounded flashed in his mind.

Something told him it could've been much, *much* worse. He was still human. No teeth or extra limbs or anything. He was *human*.

So, he got off relatively scott-free, aside from the arm. Apparently, though, jinxing yourself was a real thing to be afraid of and totally could you over.

Maybe he should've shut his mouth.

He was hit with a *heat*, searing, suffocating, just like in the submarine, but ten times worse. Nothing he did quelled it. And then, there was the *want*. The hunger.

He *needed*.. something. It didn't click until he saw you and had to dig his newly formed *claws* into his arm to stop himself from pouncing on you.

* *.

He *couldn't* face you like this. He was scared he wouldn't be able to control himself if he saw you in person. But he couldn't just.. lock himself up in his room with no explanation. You'd get concerned and seek him out.

So, like the coward he was, he left a note on the dinner table, detailing his foreign afflication. He wrote it *thrice*! Telling you *not* to come near him.

Of course, you ignored his pleas. He wasn't surprised.

He fled to his room after writing the note, tearing off his clothes and blasting the room with cold air from the fans. He was so fucking *hot*.

He coaxed his new, strange, alien out of the slick it now seemed to reside in and gripped it with a firm hand. He whimpered as he fisted it. It was smooth and covered in a sort of.. slime. He hadn't been given a chance to mourn his old self, his head filled to the brim with thoughts of *you*.

You barging in anyway and filling him up, breeding him till he couldn't handle anymore. You begging him to breed you, to fill you with this new and making you *take* it. You fingering his slit as you bounced on his .

And then, you did exactly what you did in his fantasies and barged into his room despite his countless warnings in the note. He paused, staring at you with wide, heated eyes, and you stared right back at him.