Villainous Things

Villainous Things (Not All Himbos Wear Capes, Gentlemen Prefer Villains, etc) are MM romances between superheroes and villains (and possibly “normies” as well).

This is not your kid’s superhero book. This is Sin City and The Boys having a love child with extra spicy Spideypool and is meant for 18+ adults who can handle such things.

The Villainous Things series contains standalone books (each with HEAs) that feature interconnected characters and an overarching plot.

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All Villainous audiobooks are narrated by John Solo & Philip Alces

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Content, Tropes, Kinks & Triggers for Not All Himbos Wear Capes

Scroll down for Gentlemen Prefer Villains & please do not hesitate to email C. directly with any questions or suggestions for adding to the TWs.

Content, Tropes & Kinks: 

• Superheroes/villains

• MM romance (love is love)

• Dual POV

• Grumpy/sunshine

• Star-crossed lovers + fated mates

• Hurt/comfort + found family

• Lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers (yup)

• Mutual (slightly psychotic) obsession

• “I’ve never done this before”

• “Who hurt you?!”

• Absolutely filthy dirty talk

• Soft dom with a big beefy bottom having a very enthusiastic bi/sub-awakening

• “Good boy” + “Yes, Daddy” (light D/s  – more bedroom dynamic than lifestyle)

• Praise + light degradation

• Edging, spanking, crawling, boot licking

• Docking + foreskin fixation

• Territorial cum play

• Purposefully gagging during blowies

• Snowballing (some might say excessive)

• Supersuit fetishes that result in supersuit sex 

• All the stretching, blow jobs, rim jobs, frotting, and dicks in asses because this is an MM romance

Possible triggers (please also check content list):

• Sweary dialogue (plus cringey non-swears)

• Using religious phrases in an overtly sexual context (oh, my God/Jesus Christ), along with the use of the words slut/brat

• Naughty, medium-dark humor

• Morally gray characters (both heroes + villains)

• Psychotic ideation + vague (but fond) memories of maiming  + killing

• Mention of gory human remains in villain lair

• Violent hero/villain battle scenes with minor gore

• Controlling + neglectful parents with some physical (superpowered) abuse

• Lack of autonomy + indentured servitude

• Restraints + kidnapping (non-sexy kind)

• Detailed descriptions of humans’ negative effects on coastal wildlife, specifically with pollution

• Seagull autopsy (the only detailed part is the contents of its stomach)

• A cutthroat, dubious moral code for supes that isn’t meant to be understood by normies – “It’s how the game is played.”

Not All Himbos Wear Capes (audiobook now available!)


Big City is supposedly the place where dreams come true. As someone just trying to live my life, I can tell you, it’s more like a recurring nightmare where dreams get c*ckblocked at every turn.

Especially if you’re a supervillain like me.

The irony is that I have zero powers, despite coming from purebred villain stock, but try telling that to Big City’s beloved hero, Captain Masculine.

This himbo is ruining my research, and if his firepower doesn’t kill me, the sight of him in Lycra surely will. Luckily—or unluckily, in my opinion—my bestie just signed me up for the Bangers dating app and found my perfect match.

If this isn’t the start of my villain arc, I don’t know what is.


It’s hard feeling like I have to wear a mask every day—that the only value I bring to the table is the sparkling image others have created for me.

Such is the life of being Captain Masculine, Big City’s greatest superhero. This is the existence I was destined for, and I will gladly defend this city against every threat to its people.

Except Doctor Antihero.

I’ve seen countless villains come and go, but something about Antihero intrigues me more than the usual hero-villain encounters should.

It’s because of him that I impulsively signed up for a dating app, hoping a meaningless fling with a local normie will help get my head back in the game. The truth is, what I really want is someone who sees me—the man behind the mask.

But that’s a luxury no superhero can afford.

Content, Tropes, Kinks & Triggers for Gentlemen Prefer Villains

Please do not hesitate to email C. directly with any questions or suggestions for adding to the TWs.

Content, Tropes & Kinks: 

• Superheroes/villains (and the “normies” who love them)

• MM romance (love is love)

• Dual POV

• A James Bond meets Catch Me If You Can international romp

• A Venus flytrap that’s treated better than most humans

• Fated mates + hurt/comfort

• Casual and not-so-casual psychopaths experiencing possessive, mutual obsession

• Mafia-style boss with his bossy li’l assistant

• Major size difference (how will it fit?)

• “Touch him and (then I’ll touch you and you’ll) die”

• Exorbitant gifts as a love language for an unapologetic sugar baby (just don’t call Wolfy daddy)

• Absolutely filthy dirty talk (from both sides this time)

• Praise (for Wolfy) and degradation (for Simon)

• A blowie while wearing a onesie

• Biting, marking & territorial cum play

• Voyeurism + exhibitionism

• LEATHER (especially leather gloves)

• Asphyxiation and hand necklaces

• Primal play/chase

• CNC that includes being overpowered

• Role play and the willing exchange of power (with both men being vers)

• Cozy cockwarming for comfort

• MAJOR SPIT KINK (more fluid bonding than degrading – I triple dog dare you to give it a chance)

• SO MUCH TENSION + EDGING (for the reader and the characters)

• Spanking/paddling, sensory deprivation & sensory play (in the bonus epilogue)

• All the stretching, blow jobs, rim jobs, felching, frotting, and dicks in asses because this is an MM romance

Possible triggers (please also check content list):

• Sweary dialogue

• Slutty French and an absolutely bastardized mix of French and British/American English

• Naughty, medium-dark humor

• Cutesy pet names and honorifics (Boss/Sir and his sweet little murder baby cream puff/pet)

• Using religious phrases in an overtly sexual context (oh, my God/Jesus Christ), along with the use of the words slut/brat/whore

• Fear/tears & violence (against others) as foreplay

• A concerning lack of lube (but that’s how they like it)

• Morally gray characters

• Psychotic ideation (including from our normie)

• Violent battle scenes with mentions of gore (eg. heads exploding like watermelons)

• Superpowered abuse (parental – past, mentioned & on page as adult)

• Restraints (non-sexy kind)

• Threat of forced institutionalization (past, mentioned)

• SA (on page – brief, mild, and immediately punished in a most satisfying way) – please email the author directly if you would like a heads up of where in the book this occurs

• A cutthroat, dubious moral code for supes that isn’t meant to be understood by normies – “It’s how the game is played.” (Please scroll way down for a note on supe identities)

Gentlemen Prefer Villains


I needed to get the hell out of Big City.

The only reason I was living in this American wasteland was because my mother insisted I reconcile with my estranged father. That the idea came to her while drunk on the French bubbly should have been my sign to stay right where I belonged.

Anywhere but here. Certainly somewhere more fabulous. 

When an international job opportunity arises, I jump on board. It’s just a bonus that I’ll be traveling with the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. 

Make that muscular, morally gray, and hopefully, my next conquest.

What’s a casual fling between coworkers, after all? I’m ready for my next big adventure—far from Big City—so if whatever we’re up to is vaguely illegal, I’ll simply turn the other cheek. 

It’s not like some superhero is going to swoop in and stop a couple of humans like us.


I may have orchestrated my villainous parents’ deaths, but that doesn’t mean the crushing weight of my responsibilities is easy to bear. 

My sister was the only one of my siblings who knew how badly they treated me. The only one I told how much I despise my powers. Now she’s on the run—leaving me to carry this alone.

But then I meet him. I may have hired Simon Alarie as my assistant, but it’s instantly apparent he’s much more than that. He’s not only intelligent and business savvy, but fiercely loyal, and the tastiest—most forbidden—little thing I’ve ever seen. 

Nothing can come of it. Because if I touch him, he dies.

That doesn’t stop me from claiming him as mine. Whether or not this normie knows it, every inch of him—every breath he takes—belongs to me. And anyone who thinks otherwise will meet the Hand of Death.

Putting Out for a Hero


It’s time for me to start pulling my weight in the Suarez clan—to prove I’m worth more than the plays I make on the field or the dirt I dig up on rival families. I want to make Wolfy proud.

And not get unalived by Simon.

So I volunteered what I had to offer, knowing my infamous genes could be used for uniting two powerful clans in marriage. After all, I’m the only not-gay one in my family, so that alone should entice the super-babes looking to get busy with baby-making.

I mean, as long as they don’t ask me to do math or anything.

But the last supe I expected Wolfy to match me with was the ice queen hero herself, Dahlia Salah. She’s not bad, but her brother is my former Deathball rival, and the only one on the planet who can make me Hulk out with a single snarky word.

All I have to do is keep my eye on the prize and ignore this weird tension between Zion and me. 

I’ve totally got this.


I never would have guessed Baltasar Suarez would be the man to lock down my sister.

But shady business deals are what make our world go ‘round, and Dahlia sealed her fate when she went up against the leaders of his clan—as if she were destined for our legendary throne instead of me.

Not that I’ve been interested in wearing the crown. 

Not after everything that happened.

Without Deathball to distract me, I spend most of my time keeping my daughter safe and happy, even though her mother is gone and my parents treat her like an outcast.

Otherwise, I’ve just been… existing. Until Baltasar showed up, as tempting as ever—reminding me of all I’ve lost, and everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I can never have.

Or can I?

My beast—my true supe form—has already decided the villain is ours, so why not remind my backstabbing family that everything under this roof is destined to belong to me?

Starting with him.

Villainous Things Audiobooks

Narrated by John Solo & Philip Alces

Villainous Things Playlist

All covers were designed by divine conception design (me!)