#pheromones

Holding their head in place as they squirm a little but start to breathe in my scent~

They smell my Pheromones~

They feel the Heat~

Feel how soft they are~

Eventually everything starts to slow down

Their thrashing slows

Their breathing slows

Then their mind slows

And slows

Slows...

So it took me a while to read this correctly but one of the things I love about phenomaman? That his alien physiology leaves so much to the imagination. Like I can easily imagine that his species can excrete a pheromone, and it’s undetectable to most humans maybe beyond a very mild sweetness.

And maybe this is part of why it didn’t work out between him and Blonde Blazer! And part of their physical “incompatibility”. His glands produced a pheromone in an attempt to arouse her as a mate, and maybe she can even tell, but it doesn’t have an effect on her.

Meanwhile, you’ve always thought Phenomaman smells quite good naturally. As a clerical worker in SDN, you don’t often come across him, but when he passes by— you notice. You often chat with Robert when your lunch breaks line up, which is how you’re eventually introduced (as he once often comes to Robert for guidance in emotional navigation, you’ve discovered).

“God, he smells good.”

You mention it offhand when he leaves, to which Robert raises an eyebrow.

“I mean… I guess, as far as superhero’s go he’s pretty clean.”

Which is a fair assessment. A lot of heroes, not to name names, constantly smell like damp, or fur, or burnt debris, or that weird bitter scorch left by infernal portals.

Maybe one day you work up the courage to tell him directly. He’s pretty nice to you— and you don’t make fun of him, so it’s a bit more of a mutual relationship than the one he has with his team. In fact, he’s taken to coming to you for advice at times.

“You know, you always smell really nice. What is it? It doesn’t really seem like a cologne or anything.” His face lights up a little, but he does attempt to reign himself in slightly— Robert has advised him that conversational topics of this nature can be delicate and embarrassing for others.

“You’re responding to my pheromones. This indicates that we have a relatively high reproductive compatibility,” he explains as if it’s only slightly more significant than an everyday occurrence. But he’s elated— he’s considered very undesirable on his home planet, and after his fumbling of Blonde Blazer, he had almost given up hope of ever being mated.

“May I… Make love to you?” You could swear your eyes almost bug out before you remember what Robert had explained to you.

“You… you mean hug me, right?”

“Ah, yes. I’ve been told that is another, perhaps more accurate term for this.”

“Then… yes.”

Someone should check up on him- preferably not Andy he doesn’t want to deal with this rn

Ah boy, due to more limited vision in the caves they call home, euvs tend to use scent as a tool to communicate, specifically things like what belongs to who, marking different groups of individuals and courting. Unfortunately human sweat shares chemical compounds similar to a certain one