Super Villain Boyfriend (rough draft)

You were a bit shocked when you were assigned such a famous partner. Officer Sebastian was a stand-out for many reasons. He had recently gotten married to his old partner so his wife got transferred to another department. You had worked with some strange people before, you used to have a history class with a boy who was prince in the Moth court, but this was your first time working with slime. Well A slime.

Sebastian was an amazing partner, but you felt like you could never match up to him. He was already such a big shot in the precinct you felt like you could never step out of his shadow. This was never more hammered into you than when you and Sebastian were doing an interview with celebrity reporter, Solomon Savage. It was a big deal, Solomon Savage was one of the best reporters in the world. He had covered everything from war to heroism. Everyone he did a spotlight on often went on to bigger and better things. The fact he wanted to interview Sebastian as well as you was a shock to the system.

You and Sebastian had been part of a major stand-off. Local superhero Disperse had been captured and tortured by the super villain Rabid. You and Sebastian had tracked him down and found Disperse’s location. You rescued Disperse and crossed paths with Rabid. You had never been more terrified in your life. You were alone and facing off with one of the most ruthless villains in the world. He was massive, taller than you and broader. His limbs looked like bright red lightning, and rest of him was coated in dark, crawling armor. Somehow, you gathered you gut and you aimed your gun and fired, but Rabid disappeared.

Sebastian puts his hand on your shoulder as you’re waiting to be announced to come out. “Are you nervous?” 

“Yeah, of course I am,” you murmur. “Sebastian, this is a huge deal,” you whisper as you peer out at the crowd. “Look at all this.”

“There’s no reason to be nervous,” he sounds like he’s smiling. “You’re being interviewed because of your heroics out there.”

“But Rabid got away,” you fret, twisting your sweater in your fists.

Sebastian’s hand squeezes down on your shoulder. “We did what we went to do, we saved Disperse and he’s safe and sound now. There’s no way people like you and me could ever face off against Rabid and survive. You did extremely well.”

You sigh, hearing the music swell outside and Solomon’s voice break over the den of applause. The producers come towards both of you and double check everything before ushering you out as Solomon announces your names.

You’re a bit frozen. Your eyes focus on the halo of bright lights. The crowd looks faceless and dark. Their eyeless faces stare into you and you are caught in a loop of panic and fear.

“Are you alright?” Solomon’s voice breaks through and you feel a cool hand on yours.

You lurch, turning and looking at Solomon. 

“Can we get some water?” He waves someone down then hands you a cold bottle. “No need to be afraid here. You’re a hero.”

You swallow, clutching the cold bottle. “I’m sorry,” you murmur. “I’m not used to this sort of...spectacle.”

The crowd murmurs low with chuckles.

Solomon touches your hand again and you look at him. His slicked back silver white hair and dark eyes are an imposing sight. His sharp features and deep voice not only make him striking, but extremely handsome. You hate to admit to yourself that Solomon Savage was a celebrity crush of yours.

“Hard to believe that you stood up to Rabid,” he says. “If my cameras are scaring you so much, how did you muster the courage to fire at one of the most hated men in the world?”

You glance up at Solomon then turn to Sebastian who urges you on. You take a drink of water and exhale. “I just did what I thought was within my ability. I’m not a fighter. I’m not that strong,” you glance up to the crowd and your eyes scan across the audience. “All I had was my weapon. I knew if I didn’t do something, Rabid would. I wasn’t worried in the moment for myself or how I would act. I just knew I needed to.”

There was an eruption of applause and you ducked your head. 

“Rabid is still out there. This isn’t something that needs to be applauded.” You lift your head again. “Rabid cannot hold us ransom with fear forever. We will get fed up with it and we will take action. I refuse to sit back and continue that same mentality that we have to wait for him to appear. No,” you clench your jaw. “I’ll have it be known that I will be looking for him.”

Sebastian is taken aback and is unsure how to respond to the sudden roar of the audience. You glance to Solomon, seeing a soft smile spread across his face.

As you’re leaving from the interview and being given your gifts for attending, Sebastian runs up to you and grabs you. 

“What was that speech out there?” He gasps.

“The truth,” you tell him. “Aren’t you exhausted of it? Every other week we have to clean up some mess from some villain like Rabid. I’m tired of it.” You stomp your foot. “How are we supposed to do our jobs when they keep coming out of the woodwork?”

“That’s always our job,” Sebastian insists. 

You stomp your foot as you feel the anger boil up inside you. “Then where’s the justice!”

Sebastian's hand squeezes your shoulder more. “Do not let the cameras rile you up, partner.”

“Excuse me, I hate to interrupt,” Solomon steps out from behind the curtain and you instantly clam up again. “I was wondering if I could speak to the lady alone?”

You turn to Sebastian who bows slightly. “Sure,” he says unsurely. “Go ahead.” He steps away, being led out by the producers.

Solomon turns to you and you feel like a deer caught in the headlights. “I’m sorry,” you blurt out first. “I didn’t mean to make that sort of scene.”

“Don’t be,” he smiles. “I was quite taken with it.”

You try to swallow but fail.

“I was wondering if I could take you out for dinner tonight. I’d love to talk further with you about your stance.”

“With me?” You point at yourself. “I mean,” you stare up at him. “I don’t see why not but-”

“I’ll send you a car,” he replies and hands you a card. “That’s my private number, I trust you won’t be cruel and give it out.” He winks and you turn to putty.

You clutch the card close to your chest. “No, of course not!” You gasp.

He smiles at you again. “Will you be offended if I send you a dress as well?” He asks.

Your jaw drops and you mouth flops open and closed as you look for something to say. “A dress?”

“Don’t worry, it won’t be anything gaudy.” His eyes scan you from toe to top. “Just something that will make you stand out.”

“Uh-” you shrug. “I guess but I-”

He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. “I’ll see you tonight then.”

“Yeah,” you stare after him, in shock and utter disbelief. You’re ushered off after that, led back outside and taken home. 

Not long after you get home there is a knock on the door. It’s a delivery in Solomon’s name from a very high end designer. Inside there is a garment bag, a box of shoes, as well as jewelry. You’re stunned, the jewelry alone is more than you make in the year. You get a friend to come over and help you style your hair and get your makeup ready, lord knows you barely even know how to apply lip balm. 

You’re not used to such fancy clothes, you only own one skirt and you haven’t had a dress since you were in high school. You’re not too sure how to carry yourself and walking in the heels makes it a little worse. You nearly trip and fall as you make your way to the car Solomon’s sent. You sit in the back, feeling your nerves start to flare. This wasn’t just any outfit he sent you, this was something he wanted to see you in.

The car takes you to one of the biggest buildings in the city and you’re lead to the elevator. It takes you all the way to the top floor to the penthouse. The doors open up into this huge room. The walls are red and the floor is black, everything looks so sleek and slightly dangerous. As you step inside and the elevator closes behind you, you hear footsteps. A door opens and Solomon steps out wearing a form fitting suit. He smiles at you and approaches.

“Welcome to my home,” he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. He then smiles at you and you feel as if the world has ended and only you two remain. He steps back and looks you over. “I knew that would suit you. Do you like?”

“It’s really very nice. Thank you! I’ve never even touched something so expensive,” You giggle nervously.

He chuckles. “Yes, but, do you like it?”

You make a face and sigh. “I’m not fond of heels and I rarely wear dresses.”

He leads you to a loveseat and makes you sit down, he then removes your shoes and tosses them aside. “There, better?”

You smile, “yeah, a little.”

He helps you up. “I hope you don’t mind home cooking. I do find it tends to impress more than a fancy restaurant.” He takes your hand again and leads you to his dining room. It holds the same black and red decor as the entrance did. He pulls out your chair and you sit down. Solomon then pours you a glass of wine.

“Your home is lovely,” you remark, trying to keep the akward silence at bay. 

“Is it?” He pours himself a glass. “Most people say my taste is rather threatening. Kelsey Jammers, the uhm...TV stylist?”

“The one who sounds like she’s a chipmunk?” You ask.

He grins from ear to ear, devilishly handsome. “Yes!” He laughs. “Well, she wanted to do a tour of my home but she said I would suit more as the villian of a Disney movie than a spotlight for style.”

I snicker and cover your mouth. “I’m sorry.”

He tilts his head, still smiling. “Oh, no, it’s dreadfully funny. I’ve always wanted to be the villain.”

You talk like this for hours, even when he brings the food out. He’s grilled steaks and made a beautiful salad, you had been worried it would be some fancy celebrity tiny food or something. You were happy to see the red meat.

“Your speech about Rabid had me quite speechless, I wonder, what would you do if you did come face to face with him again?” He leans close to you.

You sigh and shake your head. “I’m not sure,” you answer honestly. “I would probably start to cry if I did. It’s easy to talk big but in the moment, and against someone so terrifying, I would probably break.”

“You think Rabid is terrifying?”

You nod slowly. “When I stood before him before and I actually got to see him, not just some blurry photos in a newspaper or shaky footage from a cellphone, but actually saw him…” your voice cracks slightly. 

Solomon inches closer. “Tell me how you really felt,” he whispers. “Was it fear or him? Or fear of how you really felt?”

You swallow as your heart starts to pound.

Solomon touches your hand and presses his lips to your ear. “You liked what you saw in Rabid, didn’t you?”

You close your eyes, feeling strange. How did he know that?

“You can tell me,” Solomon whispers. “I want to know.”

You turn and look at him, meeting his lips you moan softly. His fingers stroke along your cheek and tangle in your hair. Your touch his chest and grip onto his jacket, pulling him closer to kiss him more.

He chuckles, pressing his finger against your lips. “Say it,” he whispers.

“I…” you gulp down a breath. “I want Rabid.”

Solomon smirks. “And why is that?” He places his finger on your tongue. “Is it the power he holds? The terror he commands? Tell me why you want him?” He takes his finger off your tongue and you pant softly.

“I don’t want to be afraid anymore,” your voice cracks again. A surprised look crossed Solomon’s face. “I thought becoming a cop...I thought I’d feel safe again...but I don’t....” you tremble and Solomon holds your hands. “I still see him...everywhere…” you look up at Solomon, his expression is unreadable but his eyes are soft. “The things he did to me...for years...since I was a little girl.” You start to sob and Solomon puts his arms around you, letting you cry on his shoulder.

“Who hurt you?” Solomon growls.

“My…” you whimper. “My father.”

Solomon’s arms tighten around you and he holds the back of your head. “Did you want Rabid to hurt him too?”

You sniffle and nod. You wanted to possess the same power and horror that Rabid did. You wanted to inflict the same carnage and panic on your father and people like him. You would gladly become a super villain if it meant killing all those people.

Solomon lifts you up and kisses you again. “I knew I saw something inside you.” He kisses your tears. “We,” his voice goes dark and raspy, “saw something.”

Your breath shudders as he takes you outside. You look over the city, rubbing your eyes as you gaze at the endless horizon. Solomon holds your from behind. “We want you,” he says with his new strange voice. “We want to help you.”

“Who is we?” You whisper.

He chuckles. “You know who we are.” He coils his hand around your throat, the fingers are long and jagged, they’re blood red with flashing lights coursing through them. 

You close your eyes and press against him. “Why me?”

“We see power inside you,” you feel jagged teeth press against your ear. “We see a chance.”

You turn, looking up into the face of Rabid. “A chance?”

He touches your lips and holds your face tenderly in his morbid hand. “A new start, a new hero.”

You take a deep breath to calm yourself. “A hero?” You place your hand on his wrist. “Why would you want to make me into a hero.”

“Avenging angels are a rare breed,” Rabid replies. “You’ve been holding on to those dreams since you were little, have you not?” He brushes your hair from your face. “You dreamed of a hero who would end your suffering, someone brutal and unforgiving just like your father. You wanted someone to show him the same terror he filled you with.” He grins, his rows of jagged teeth had been described as haunting, you still found him handsome. “We can give you that power.”

You shake you head. “No,” you look down. “It isn’t right.”

He lifts your head again. “Give us a chance.” The mouth opens and peels back, showing Solomon’s face. Both Rabid and Solomon are beautiful in their own ways. 

“Let us give you piece of mind,” Solomon says. “Give us time to reach you. If you say yes, then that’s one step.”

You glance down, you know it’s wrong, Rabid is a horrible monster. But given the chance, you had wanted to become a horrible monster yourself. “Ok,” you whisper.

“Kiss us,” Rabid whispers in your ear.

You look up at Rabid and throw your arms around him. He kisses you, biting your neck and shoulder with a gentleness you didn’t think he could possess.

Over the next few weeks, you were courted by Solomon and Rabid. They sent your gifts and love letters. Solomon took you on dates while Rabid whispered delicious promises into your ear. You know you should be afraid but you have no fear for him. You feel safe in their arms, a first for you.

One evening, Solomon has taken you to your favorite restaurant where the Pad Thai is so spicy it makes your nose run. You watch as Solomon tries to eat it. 

“We have eaten some disgusting things in our lives,” he says as he guzzles down water. “But this has got to be the worst thing we’ve ever eaten.”

“I told you to get the mild!” You laugh. You hand him some Roti bread. “Eat this, it’ll soak up the heat better than the water.”

He yanks the bread from you, sticking his long, ghastly tongue out at you before he shoves the bread in his mouth. “I thought since you could handle it, we could.”

You kiss his cheek and he swats you away. “I like the heat.”

He glares at you, kissing you after swallowing his mouthful. “We can give you heat.”

You chuckle, kissing him back and placing your hand on his thigh. “What would you do to give me it?”

“Oh, we can do lots,” he snarls in your ear. “We want to show you our love.” 

You bite back a smile and look into their eyes. Solomon’s eyes are usually a lovely dark brown, but now, they’re completely red like Rabid’s. “You what?” You whisper.

They lean in, pressing their lips to your ear. “We love you.” They take your hand and squeeze it. “With all our hearts.”

“I-” you break into a smile. “Oh...I don’t know what to say I...wait, hearts?” 

They chuckle and kiss you. “Let us take you home.” 

“Actually,” you whisper as you stand. “Can we go back to your place?” You run your hand up his arm. “My bedroom is a little...small.”

He grins wickedly. “Of course, whatever our angel wants.”

They take you back to their penthouse, where, once you’re inside the door, they pin you to the wall. One hand holding your hands above your head while they kisses you heatedly. They press against you as their free hand rips you clothes off your body. They growl and snarl, lifting you up off the ground. You wrap your legs around their waist, moaning softly as their sharp teeth drag along your skin.

“We have wanted this for so long,” Rabid moans into your ear.

You hold their face between your hands and smile at them. “Me too,” you kiss him softly. “I love you too.”

He snarls, throwing you down onto the countertop of the kitchen as he kisses your heatedly. His body feels like it’s moving, each sinew of muscle its own writhing entity.  He touches every inch of you, running his deadly hands over your small breasts and soft belly. He kneads their sharp claws into your thigh thighs and chuckles. He then forces your thighs open and you watch as he presses his head between them. You squeal, biting your knuckle as you feel his mouth unhinge around you. Sharp teeth dig into your ass and belly. 

“Are you eating me?” You pant.

He chuckles, dark eyes staring up at you. “Only in the good way,” he snarls and then you feel the onslaught of his tongue. Or is it tongues? You sigh, arching your back and pressing your shoulders to the black granite as he tastes you. He’s inside you, squirming and thrusting against your most sensitive spots. He coils around your clit, squeezing it and growling. You cry out, rolling your hips to meet his touch. You feel his sharp teeth dig into your flesh but never do they break the skin.

Rabid pulls back, slurping as he does. He rises up over you, watching you writhe on the countertop. “That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” He picks you up, kissing you as he takes you to his bedroom. He throws you down on the bed, pillows and blankets splashing up around you as you giggle.

“We’re hoping that sweet laughter becomes screams,” he growls as he crawls up the foot of the bed towards you. 

You smirk, sitting up to meet them. You wrap your arms around their neck and lick his teeth then kiss him. “I wouldn’t mind hearing you scream either.”

They chuckle. “Oh, angel, that got us excited.” You ease them down onto the bed, kissing down their chest and stomach. Between their thighs and laying on their belly, you see something massive and strange. You touch it, feeling it throb. It’s long and thick, curving in the center. There are ridges along the sides, leading to the head that ripples and folds into itself. You lick it, going from tip to base and back up. They shudder, growling as they grip the headboard. You smirk, feeling mighty powerful.

“Has anyone ever had you in such a vulnerable position?” You ask, stroking them with both hands.

He smirks, “never,” his voice shudders. “Only you.”

You rub against him. “Good.” You swirl your tongue around his tip and take him between your lips. He groans, hissing and grunting as you bob your head. You feel them throbbing, the ridges along the side seem to move. You hear a loud cracking and snapping. You pull back and look up, seeing Rabid has crushed the headboard in their fists.

“That good?” You grin.

Rabid tackles you, shoving you down onto the bed. You giggle as they grab you and squeeze you. You kiss them, wrapping your legs around their waist.

“Is it ok?” they whisper to you. “Do you feel safe?”

You gaze up at them, seeing a softness in their eyes. You smile and nod. “I want you, it’s ok.” You hold fast to him and nuzzle your cheek to his. “You make me feel safe.”

Rabid holds you tight. “We will never hurt you,” he growls. “We will never force.”

You kiss them and reach down, guiding their cock into place. 

“We will only love,” they moan as they ease inside you.

You grunt, feeling them stretch you and fill you. You sigh, clinging to their back as they continue to push inside. They go deep and you feel like they’re in your belly. You squeeze around them and they growl.

“I’m going to move now,” they whisper. “Tap out if you need to.”

You nod. “Hurry.”

They start to move, slow at first and testing the waters. They snarl and moan in your ear and you’re certain you’ve never heard a sweeter sound. They start to move faster, thrusting harder and deeper inside you. Your head hangs over the edge of the bed and you let out a cry. They move harder the more noise you make. They snarl and grunt like an animal. You claw their back, digging your nails into them. They let out a roar and you scream. Your whole body feels like it’s been shocked back to life. Every inch is electrified and set on fire. Your toes curl and the arches of your feet ache. They spasms releasing inside you. Their seed so thick and copious your belly expands.

You pant and shiver as they pull you onto the bed. They cuddle on top of you, nuzzling to you neck and kissing your cheek. “How do you feel?” They whisper.

You gulp down a breath as you try to remember how to talk. “Alive,” you mewl.

They chuckle. “Your screams were exactly what we needed.” He kisses you. 

You smirk up at him, touching his face. “I’m sure a good orgasam never hurts anyone, let alone a super villain.”

They grin. “Our angel was our main concern. If we had to we would have spent all night trying to satisfy you.” They place their hand on your cheek. “What does our angel want?”

You sit up and kiss them. “I want you.”

“Then it is what we shall give.”