#pheromone

[heytopman]

Trucker Dad

Thank you for the ride, sir, I really appreciate it. Oh of course, I don’t mean to be too formal, I realize a lot of guys don’t like being called that. But you have to admit…it kind of fits right? You being older than me. Damn and you’ve got some meat on your bones. Some real heft! Someone like that? Feels like you deserve a little respect. Especially after saving this dummy dude in his mid 30’s off the road. Ya I knew you might like the ring of sir. It just fits a guy like you. 

But seriously, you must work out like crazy when you’re not driving this fat rig. To keep a body like that while working these crazy hours?  You must live in the gym. Yaaa I knew it, sir. You take care of a body like that and it’ll reward you, longer life, stronger, muscular body, and a crazy strong libido.  What? You’re not going all prude on me right? Come on just two guys shooting shit. We all have urges. I’m speaking from experience. Look at my arms. Do you think these are the arms of some pussy? No. These arms can hold a man down. The gym makes a man. I knew you’d see where I was coming from. It’s okay to have urges. To need release.

I smell funny? Hah. Ya, I’ve been told that. After I started going to the gym it started getting worse. But you don’t have to worry about that, just focus on the road and the sound of my voice. After all it’s pretty soothing right? Strong. Masculine. Sort of sounds like your voice right? Exactly. Just like yours. In fact as you keep focusing on the road you realize. My voice is your voice. Deep. Strong. Masculine. It’s just you and your voice right now. Just listen to your voice.

*SNAP* 

Man this kid is pretty cool…I wouldn’t normally call someone in their middle 30’s a kid, but it just feels right. Me being in my late 40’s I have so much more experience under my belt…hmm…maybe even ‘son’ would fit. Ya that sounds even better, I’ll try to call him ‘son’. Man it felt so right when he called me ‘sir’. It made something in me shift. Maybe some need to protect him? Ya, that’s it. I need to protect this kid. He needs me. It feels good to be needed. I feel in control when I feel needed. I like being in control. Being in control turns me on.

Anyways, that’s why I’m on this trip. To explore new things and see the world. I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of things out here on the open road. Experienced all sorts of things people might think of as taboo. I knew it! Wait…did you just call me ‘son’? No no, that’s fine. It kind of makes sense to me. Me being younger and less experienced than you, sir. What’s that? We’re going to pull over soon at the rest stop. Sure, no problem. Oh you’ve got a sleeper in the back? You’d sleep up front? That’s awfully kind of you, sir. How big is the sleeper? A queen?! Thats plenty big for two. Oh there you go again getting all prudish on me again. Alright great it’s settled we both sleep in the back.  

You do seem very in your head…maybe you need to focus on the road again and have another think. Ya. Listen to my voice again. It’s sounding more and more like yours isn’t it? The two becoming enmeshed. Deep. Honest. In control. Listen to your voice.

*SNAP*

Man has this kid found me out? Does he actually just want to sleep or can I go for it? WAIT. The FUCK is going on?! I’ve never had a gay thought in my life…I…no…not gay…I…yes…voice…listen to my voice. Deep. Strong. Masculine. I’ve always been gay. Always picked up guys on the road. Yes. This boy deserves a real ride. I should go slow…maybe get him to rub my back—fake pain from the drive. If he goes for that…maybe we go further. Maybe I treat him like the dumb slut he is. Maybe I show him the dom top trucker I am. Random blow jobs and one night stands. Maybe I make him my cock slave? Have him suck on my fat balls and give me road head for eternity?

Oh you’re back. Did you have a good think? It sure looks like it from over here. Oh we’re almost to the stop? Huh, you okay? Your shoulder? Oh ya I bet all this driving does a number on your body, sir. Gee, sir I could totally rub your back for you. Let’s head back now that you’re parked.  

Wow it’s not bad back here. Pretty spacious actually. What’s that? Now that we’re closer my smell is stronger? Ya, it’s pretty potent. I hope you don’t mind, sir, but I’m feeling awfully hot. Would mind if I lose my clothes while I rub your back? I’ll still keep my underwear. You wouldn’t mind at all? That’s great. I hate prudes, seems like you do too. Ya we’re real men. This body, this smell—it’s what you get. Why don’t you just relax. Breathe in my scent, sir. You seem to really like it. God what a tight body you have. Not an ounce of fat on you and it looks like you shave your back hair…you should let it grow out. Let your body be natural, maybe gain 10lbs of fat. Keep up the gym, but you should aim to have a bit of a muscle gut on you.  

Ya just keep breathing. Maybe take some time to think again. Hear that same old voice. Hear it take you deep. Deeper than before. Deeper than you’ve ever gone.

*SNAP*

God this kid sure knows how to rub a man down He’s absolutely right. I would look so much hotter with my body hair and a bit of a muscle gut. I bet all the other truckers would go wild for it. God my cock is getting so hard for him as he rubs me. My dick is leaking so much pre I can feel it pooling in the sheets. I think he wants it. I’m gonna go for it. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of this dumb slut.

Whats that look for sir? Are you enjoying the massage. Oh…you want to return the favor? Sure I can lay down. Lose my underwear? I’ve never heard of that kind of massage, but it sounds really nice and super deep. Okay, I’m ready. Wow, sir you have really strong hands. So rough and powerful. Straddle me? Sure anything to help the massage. 

Oh! I didn’t realize you lost your underwear too. Wow. Are you…are you hard, sir? Well geez. I don’t think I could say no to something that large. God did I ever luck out. Wow you’re so dominant. I like how you’re pinning me down. Grabbing at my waist. Oh fuck. Yes, sir. I AM just a dumb slut. Fuck sir, yes sir I love it when you slap my jock ass! Fuck sir, I feel your cock head making its way into my tight jock hole—FUCK—you really are big! Oh sir, yes I’m your slut. Your stupid horny slutty son. Fuck yes daddy breed my hole. Breed my HOLE. Uhhhh FUCKKK!!!!!

Damn. I really did a number on you didn’t I? You went from a buff straight-laced trucker to a dom muscle daddy. Man, I cannot wait to see your hairy muscle gut. Fuck. I’ll be back here in a month. By then you better be ready. Bye, sir…thanks for the ride. 

[horryhusk]

Thomas The Tool

Thomas was a PHD student competing in a bodybuilding competition for extra money to pay for his program. Recently, he described his body as a tool, answering a question for the judges, causing one to chuckle. Thoma’s eyes darted to the panel to see Connor O’Neil, a legend in the community and one of Thomas’s idols, staring back at him. “Don’t stop on my behave, hot stuff!” After taking a breath, Thomas continued his routine, flexing and posing for the judges and onlookers, while making the other contestants more than jealous. He could not help but feel like he was being watched, and for the first time in his life, he felt like prey who had no idea where the predator was hiding. After the trophies, Thomas made his way to the bar instead of going to the parties with the rest of the bodybuilders. He sat down, ordered a whiskey, and went over the events of the day. His second-place trophy was in the lavish hotel room paid for by his sponsoring gym. While deep in thought, he didn’t notice Connor O’Neil fr sitting right next to him.

Thomas first smelled the scent of a strange cologne that hit his nose, overwhelming him with pudgent musk, pine, vanilla, and cloves. So fixed on the scent, he didn’t notice O’Neil pouring petrifixation powder in his drink. “Ahem,” Thomas snapped back into reality and was immediately star-struck by the god sitting next to him. Although Thomas got a look at him on stage, O’Neil was even more intimidating in person. He stood at least 6 in taller than Thomas, and every muscle looked like it strained his skin to its limit. Thomas almost forgot to speak, instead painting and saying, “Your Connor O’Neil,” with awe in his eyes. The older man chuckled again, sending shivers up Thomas' spine as his instincts told him to run. Connor reacted quickly and tenderly grabbed Thomas's shoulder and raised his glass within seconds, booming, “ Cheers, to your victory, boy!’ Instinctively, Thomas picked up his glass and drank.”

He started to feel lightheaded, but O’ Neil continued, “Let me give you a pointer, here do a double biscep pose.” Thomas almost robotically got up for his bar stool, his feet landing far heavier than expected, as if they were weighed down. As he moved his body into the pose, Thomas felt his muscles stiffen up. “THAT S IT!” yelled Connor, startling Thomas, but he did not move, feeling relaxed in his current position. “Here, smile as big as possible,” Connor whispered into Thomas's ear as he worshiped the younger bodybuilder's biceps with his hands and kisses. Thomas felt deep inside that something was wrong, but he could not quite put his finger on it, his face acting as if by instinct. “See a face like that would have won you first place, now let really make you a tool,” Connor lifted Thomas with one hand and loaded him into the bed of his truck.

That happened over a year ago, and Thomas is still officially known as a missing person. Connor paid for all of the footage from the security cameras to be erased and brought Thomas to his ranch, placing him in the tool shed. Connor now wakes up every morning and walks to the shed in his silk robe, humming a song you might hear at a beach or pool party. As he enters the shed, he says in an almost singsong voice, “Good morning, Tool Slave,” to a much more hairy and bulky Thomas, who does not respond, still holding the pose from that fateful night at the bar. Continue the routine. Connor places the headphones over Thomas' or now Tool Slaves’ head, taking a moment to kiss his trophy lingeringly on the lips. Tool Slave’s eyes were glassy as the familiar mantra was playing in its ear:

“I am my body. My body is a tool. I am a tool. Tools are objects, not people. I am a tool. I am an object, not a person. Tools are objects meant to be used. I am a tool. I am an object meant to be used. Tools are objects with a purpose. I am a tool. I am an object with a purpose. My purpose is to please my Master.”

It long ago had forgotten its name, past, identity, or even the fact that it was his voice on the recording and was now ready to serve its master. Connor had not fully read the label and didn’t realize he only needed a pinch of the powder to get Connor out for the two weeks it would take to brainwash him. Lucky for Connor, the magical powder in Thomas' body and its functions keep him frozen but alive and not frozen to time. So for the past 15 months, Connor has protected this trophy and, through video, spirals, and audio, taught him how to be the perfect tool slave whose purpose is to please his master and take care of his massive hammer. Connor still has 3 months left to wait until his tool slave is unfrozen, but he believes good things come to those who wait.

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Hey, this is my first story. Feedback is appreciated, so are pats or head scratches.

[rosefantasy77]

hii can u do a malachi smut where reader tries pheromone perfume and it drives him crazy horny

Easy

—Summary: Teasing Malachi is your favorite thing

—Warning: Language, y/n being a tease, Malachi has needs, shorter than usual, smut, p n v sex, unprotected sex

—Song: Toxic; Brittney Spears

There has to be a way. There always a way. Malachi is important to you. There has to be some way. Anyway to keep it fresh.

Lately, Malahci has been a little distant. Not a lot though. Only a little bit.

He has been helping his parents out a little bit. Along with his friends. Like MK and Freya. Which, you completely understand that. He would if they were your friends.

This just started a couple weeks ago. Okay, back it up a little bit. Start from the beginning!

Malachi started filming Zombies 4 of last year. That was around mid-late March. It ended around that early summer. Malachi finally came back. You were in his arms. Where you always belog.

Couple months passed along. You and Malachi are together. He is always there for you. You are there for him. You spent a lot of time together. Like your birthday, Christmas. All of that fun stuff.

Then, it was around mid 2025. Now you understand Malachi. Along with his career. Malachi always out. He has interviews to do. You know? The usual stuff like usual.

But, Malachi would soon of all leave your place really early. Usually, he would leave late. Like really late. Midnight to one a.m. But, Malachi has been leaving early. Around 9:00-9:30.

Why?

Just to hangout with his friends. Which, doesn’t make sense. Doesn’t understand why Malachi has been acting this way. There just has to be something going on between Malachi. Or something and someone else.

You had a couple of ideas on how to find out. You know Malachi just finished the DZ your. Now he was going somewhere. You weren’t sure where. But, you’d though’d you text Freya and Sway. See if they know anything.

You got your phone out. Texting them to see if anything is happening to them or Malachi.

When you did, they said that he hasn’t been around them. Freya is getting ready to head out of town. Sway has been busy most of the week. Then, you texted MK and Julian. Then it hit you.

MK and Malachi were probably hanging out a lot. That is what is happening. You should have known.

It just feels like Malachi has kept his distant. You know that isn’t the case. You just want your Malachi back. You just want him in your bed. Better yet, in his arms, tangled in his sheets.

Doing research, you went all over TikTok. Including YouTube. Trying to find anything you could do to get him back. About a couple hours later, you found the perfect thing.

Okay, here is the main idea. Where you basically do the Pheromone perfume. Basically spraying it on you. Making you smell more attractive. You thought it was perfect. Besides, Malachi was coming over. So it was perfect.

The morning of, you headed to Sephora. Trying to find it anyway you can find it. You looked at many places. Got many bottles of it. Can come in handy if you really need it.

You made it back to your place in just a couple minutes. You sprayed it all over yourself. Including your bedroom. Even around your bed. You had to get Malachi to look at you some how and some way.

Malachi came through the door. You knew he was here when the door closed. You acted normal as you could be. You made sure to hide the bottle in the bathroom. Hopefully Malachi won’t notice anything.

“Babe?” Malachi called out.

“My room.” You replied back again.

You acted as nothing has happend. On your bed. Eating some popcorn. Drinking a coke. Scrolling on your phone. You gave him a small smile.

“Hi, babe.”

“Hey.”

Malachi showed his smile. Like he usually does. Malachi leaned in to kiss your cheek. then he stopped. The smell of vanilia filled the room. It was strong. But, damn, it was intoxicating. He had to have it.

You smirked. Knowing what you were doing to Malachi. Malachi knew what you were doing. He doesn’t care though.It felt so good to be in your arms.

You sat up. Pulling off his hoodie. Revleaing your bare chest. Nothing to cover your chest. Nipples already red and hard. Malachi looked out of hence. His eyes were about to pop out of his little head.

“Drop something?” You giggled.

Malachi couldn’t take it anymore. He was already hard. And he had to have you now. He took off his sweater. Letting it drop on the ground with yours. Along with the rest of your clothes. Which were vanished in just a second.

Malachi left open mouth kisses all over. your chest. Then soon up to your neck. He slowly slid into you. It finally feeling like itself. The pain turning into pleasure.

Malachi went at a steady pace. His body already brushing against yours. After a couple minutes, he went at a faster pacce.

Rougher and deeper. His cock sliding in-and-out of your walls. Your nails tangled in his brunette locks. His cock soon of all hitting that spot.

“Oh, Malachi.” You whimpered.

Malachi took in the sight of you. Hands in his brown hair. His chest against yours. Breast bouncing with every thrust. He could feel you clench around him. Your eyes shut. Enjoying the pleasure. The smell of sex and perfume in sync together.

It was like heaven on earth. Both of you on cloud 9.

Both of y’alls moans carried throughout the room. His heart was beating along with yours. His breath in sync with yours.

You could feel your ends comming. And it was close. You two didn’t have to say anything. You knew you were close. With one last thrust, you came down from your highs.

Malachi slid out of you. Going to his side of the bed. Pulling you closer to him. He couldn’t stop kissing you. The way you make him feel. You’re the only one that can make him feel that. No matter where he goes or what he does.

[humansbgone]

How long do the pheromones/scent conversations linger after being "spoken?"

I was worried that the bombardier beetle to get in trouble for harboring Clef if the ants caught a wiff of the conversation they had been having moments earlier, but I guess the ants either didn't hear it, or didn't care after Clef was processed?

Oh they definitely smelled, that's why they came out.

They don't really care, no. They trust that the bombardier is scared out of his wits, and it's only by having witnesses that warnings like this can be truly effective, after all.

As for how long they last...well, it depends. They dissipate into the air fairly quickly, but if the pheromones hit a substrate soon after being spoken, they can last months to years. Before recording devices like the pherophone and orchideo, in fact, macrovolutes used this to keep records. It's the closest thing they've ever had to a written word!

[salt-intake]

Does Spiderman have to deal with mosquitoes?

I mean his blood is technically radioactive. And the spider bit him so it's venom transformed his blood cells.

Wouldn't that mean if anything drank his blood it'd be superpowered?

Or does the spider in him release a pheromone to scare mosquitoes away.

But spiders don't do that because they eat bugs like that.

Ugh someone please tell me your thoughts! I WANNA KNOW Y'ALL'S OPINION!!!

[yuriosakawa]

We know how Spider-Man harem stories, both female and male, are very popular. With the trope almost always being that the radioactive spider bite gave him spider pheromones that affect others. BUT what if the spider that bit Peter was genderless. Therefore, Peter’s pheromones affect both men and women. 

After all, in nature, some species of spiders reproduce asexually or have very fluid sex characteristics. You could say the genetically engineered or mutated spider had no sexual dimorphism or even post-gender traits due to its altered biology. So when it bit Peter, the pheromonal effect wasn’t tied to traditional binary attraction—it just enhances his appeal universally, regardless of gender.

This makes the social fallout way more chaotic and interesting. Peter’s reactions; his confusion, guilt, or embarrassment when everyone from Flash Thompson to Felicia Hardy to Mary Jane to Harry Osborn starts acting differently around him? Comedy and drama gold. He might start to question how much of the attraction is real, and what it says about his own orientation or feelings. (“Are they into me, or is it just the pheromones?”)

And what if the villains are affected too? With characters like Eddie Brock or Norman Osborn behaving oddly around him, adding uncomfortable or hilarious tension. 

Shield/Avengers reaction: Fury might say, “Kid, we need to talk about your biohazardous charm.”

Peter starts using scent blockers, or MJ makes a homemade “anti-thirst” spray.

[beastcznsfw]

Trucker's Routine What’s a virile muscle bear to do when he’s horny on the road? (Which is all the time nowadays.)

At least the work schedules now account for the necessary down time for ‘recreational activities’. A lot of the enhanced truckers will now visit a truck stop, open up their shirt and let the wind spread their potent pheromonal musk around the area. Soon, some compatible bottoms will go into heat from the arousing scent and find the daddy trucker to breed with.

Truckers get to relieve their rapidly filled balls, and bottoms get to go home blissed out and with strong babies in their womb. Win-win!

[zegalba]