Ooh Bruce taking care of his secretary is so 🤭 Would he comfort you through out it? If you try to apologize, will he be all like “it’s okay, pretty girl, just let me take care of it” while he’s spreading your legs (and maybe pressing your knees to your chest?? Bc even if he’s just doing you a solid, he’s not *not* going to preform)
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Oh of course he would, if you're the type that needs it. Selina, Talia, they're seasoned, they can handle him at his worst, but his meek, inexperienced little secretary whose already going through it for being in the wrong place at the wrong time? He'll take good care of you.
Warnings: age gap, boss/employee, dubious consent via the nature of sex pollen.
You’d be forgiven if for a moment you weren't sure who had been affected by the pheromones. Bruce practically tears off his belt and shoves his boxers out of the way to free his cock, but when he looks back at you and sees the worry in your features he quickly reins himself in.
He's so gentle with his big strong hands as he cups your cheek, bringing you closer to him even as he starts to run his tip between your folds.
“Is this okay?” He keeps his voice controlled, calm. “Do you want this?”
Though he's dying to fuck you, to fill you up, he holds back until he gets your confirmation. He’s gonna need more than the nod of your head too. He needs to hear “Yes, Mr Wayne.” “Please, Mr Wayne!”
And though he wants nothing more than to slam into your needy cunt, he takes it slow. Excruciatingly slow. Gently running the tip between your swollen pussy lips and asking; “Have you done this before?”
Whatever your answer, it doesn’t change his pace. Although something perversely prideful scratches at the back of his brain when you say. “No.” Whether or not you mean that you’ve never been fucked at all, or just never been fucked by your boss.
“But I want it.” You grab at the lapels of his suit and look at him with a face so needy he couldn’t refuse you if he wanted to.
You’re so appallingly wet from the pollen, from him, that there’s no friction as he glides in, agonisingly inch by inch, but you’re sensitive and you hold onto him for dear life, twitching and whining at the overwhelming sensation of his thick cock entering you.
“Please, please, please.” You chant, like you’re afraid he’ll take it away for wanting it so bad.
“Anything you want, pretty girl, just let me take care of you.” He consoles you, kissing the burning skin of your forehead, smiling as he soothes your concerns whilst still gradually working his length all the way inside your perfect, soaking pussy. “You’re taking it so well, just a little bit more.”
He means every word. You take his whole cock like it was made for you. When he hooks a hand under your knee and brings it up so that your heels rest on the edge of the desk you copy, bringing the other leg up and your whole body trembles at the heightened tightness. You squeeze his cock just right. He could get used to this, that’s for certain.
“Feel good?” He checks in, even though he knows the answer.
“Yes, Mr Wayne.” The two of you should really revisit the ‘call me Bruce’ conversation since professionalism is without a doubt off the table, but he'll 'suffer' through it for now. “Don’t stop, please!”
“I won’t. Just sit still and let me make you feel better, okay? Can you do that for me?”
((Kinda gross, so tw cause I’m talking about transfluid, pheromones and other stuff that’s sus.))
((If Cybertron’s scientists figure out how to synthesize Mourningstar’s transfluid, coolant, and pheromone; I have no doubt that it’d be utilized as products. I like to think that the function of this quality ties into her Eldritch abomination creator’s design to have Mourningstar be either a good or bad omen. The good of this is that such a thing could come in handy to help encourage sexual reproduction in the event that there is a population shortage.))
((Her transfluid has an increased energy value when consumed than normal transfluid; hers even has an appearance very similar to energon, but it’s fluorescent pink in color. In addition, it tastes like an energon dessert to further entice the consumer to drink more of it; in turn, it can keep a spike rock hard and a valve wet for several rounds. It could also potentially overenergize if too much is consumed.))
((Her coolant sweat and saliva, I’d imagine would make a good base for a pheromone perfume for mechs and femmes. Possibly synthesized and watered down for safety purposes (if it was just the straight stuff, it’d make the perfume more like a love gas bomb to initiate an orgy). Used in social settings where mechs and femmes are looking to enhance intimacy with their partner(s), or potentially reel in a partner(s) for some interfacing.))
((Pheromone fumes; collected via heavy concentration after harvesting her breaths, could potentially be used as an aromatic diffuser for couples or polycules wanting to make things feel more primal in the berth room. Much like the salivary and sweat coolant, the smell is potent and unlocks the primal instinct to breed.))
@dementedspeedster asked: "I may not be able to take you in a fight, but I can still do this--" Thad says and speed flicks Daken on the forehead and immediately runs off.
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ㅤㅤDaken's brow cockily raises when Thad walks up, there's a light, almost playful, glint in his blue eyes. Course, the second Thad tries to flick him in the forward, the moment where he would have hit the mutant, he'd realize there's actually no one there.
ㅤㅤFrom behind the speedster, Daken raises his hand to flick him in the back of the head. " That's not all that hard, Thad. "
