#and that everyone is like gods/superheros

[murdrdocs]

INTERVIEW 030. KICK-ASS murdrtober 2024 remnants. sex machines

Really, you and Kick-Ass should have a handler. Maybe that would keep the two of you from getting into irresponsible, and frankly, odd, situations. Such as this one. 1k+ words MDNI 18+

God, this is so irresponsible. The two of you are irresponsible. 

You originally offered to team up with Kick Ass to watch each other’s backs and hold each other accountable. A team, albeit a small one, nothing comparable to Justice Forever.

No other superhero is as active as the two of you, and being alone was never a good look, especially for you. So you needed someone with you, someone strong and recognizable. Someone who sent a message to anyone who even had the idea to threaten you. 

Who better than Kick Ass? Plus, you thought he was reliable. Save for the brief stretch where everyone assumed he abandoned his patrols, Kick Ass had been a steady figure in the community, always there to help whoever needed it. In the idea you conjured up of him, he would be that sort of figure in private, too. Someone who would keep you from dicking around as soon as there was a lull on the streets. 

Someone who would keep your head straight on your shoulders. 

Unfortunately, Kick Ass seemed to be as much of a dumbass as you—possibly even more. 

“I mean … when else are you gonna have the opportunity to use something like this.”

And Kick Ass does have a point. The two of you already got what you came here for—a tiny harddrive tucked in your top that you know to have intel about the latest crime boss to terrorize your neighborhood. The penthouse is empty otherwise, and the owner shouldn’t be back for a while, considering she's serving time and all. 

You and Kick Ass have the place all to yourselves, but that shouldn’t matter. You should be leaving the way you came out, but as Kick Ass claims: where’s the fun in that?

“What’s it feel like?” 

You swallow a moan before attempting to respond, and even when you do, you speak methodically, trying to ward off the way your voice threatens to wobble. 

“It feels like I’m being fucked by a machine.”

Kick Ass scoffs. You watch him put his hands on his hips, the muscles in his back flexing. Has his suit shrunk in the wash, or is he just getting buffer by the day? Knowing Kick Ass, it could truly be either. His head turns to the side as if he’s about to turn around,  but he stops at the last minute, likely remembering that the one thing you had asked of him was to not look. 

“Well that’s not very descriptive.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want me to—” Whatever snarky comeback you were going to throw at him embarrassingly dies before it can be completely born. You can’t help but let out this moan, and to make matters worse, it’s loud. 

Louder than the mechanical whirring of the machine working. Louder than the squelch of your cunt sucking up the silicone dildo attached at the end of the mechanism. 

You think you see Kick Ass physically shudder, but you can’t tell when you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. 

“Is it …” Kick Ass hesitates. He clears his throat and tries again. “Is it better than … you know … a guy?” 

You don’t say anything for a minute, too busy trying to balance focusing on the pleasure and attempting to figure out where to go from here. Eventually, you simply say, “Kick Ass?”

When he says, “Yeah,” his voice cracks, but neither of you acknowledge it. 

“You can turn around.”

You expected him to question your change of heart. Maybe ask if you were sure. But he doesn’t. He just turns around, the heavy thud of his Timberlands knocking against the hardwood floors one after the other. 

You watch his light eyes settle on your face at first, and then slowly crawl down until he’s watching the faux-cock slip in and out of you. His lips part, a voiceless word slipping past them and out into the air. 

You don’t have to tell him to come closer, he does that completely on his own. He kneels beside you, attentive eyes flickering back and forth between your spread legs and your eyes with a slight squint that leads you to believe he might need glasses.

Whatever barrier that existed between the two of you before has been completely broken down. You’ll never come back from this, so you might as well feed into it. 

When you tell him to kiss you, he doesn’t hesitate. His gloved hands hold your face in place as he practically assaults his mouth with his. It’s sloppy, uncoordinated, and so hot. You’re feeding him moans and he quickly swallows them. You’re sliding your tongue and tongue, mimicking the action of licking ice cream. At one point, you suck Kick Ass’ tongue into your mouth, and he whimpers like a girl. You think he might wet like one, too. 

Only one way to find out. 

When you pull away, unattractively heaving in breaths of air, you ask him, “Do you wanna fuck me instead? Help me see which is better?”

The pressure is definitely on for him, but he’s so eager with the way he slips his suit and Timberland’s off that you don’t think this could go wrong. And you’re so, so right. 

Kick Ass’ eagerness is as useful as it is attractive. You expected his thrusts to be strong and jack hammering, and for a second it is, until you tell him to slow down and then he has passion behind it. Grinding his cock into you, sending all of his length deeper and deeper and gliding his girth along the ridges of your walls. It’s so much better than the unforgiving pace of the machine, and you make sure he knows, too. 

Scratching his back, threading your fingers into the curls you’d never seen before today, wrapping your ankles around his back and pulling him as deep as you can get him. You don’t know what you expected, but he certainly exceeds your expectations. 

He does wet like a girl, too.

And he’s loud. So vocal as he sings praises about how good your cunt feels (your pussy, as he calls it), how thankful he is that you’re letting him do this, how he’s thought of this ever since the two of you teamed up for the first time.

“I know, Kick-Ass,” you tell him, minutely nodding as you dig your fingernails into the cushion beneath you. “I know. Me too.”

“Dave,” he corrects.

You tell him your name, and then not even a second later you’re moaning his name. He slumps forward, nestling his head into the crook of your neck. His hand comes to the top of your head, holding you to him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“You close?”

You nod, your nose brushing against his shoulder as your breathing increases. “I’m so close, Dave.”

“Yeah? You gonna come?” Dave asks, and you can hear the smile when he says it.

You hit him, because you just said that, but all of the strength in your body is focused on getting you there so it’s nothing more than a weak punch that actually makes him laugh.

“Prove it to me,” he taunts, the competitive side to him that you're so used to coming out. “C’mon. Show me.”

[cosmerelists]

Sure! I'm going to take this as a list request :)

BUT I'm going to not use anyone on OP's list, just for an additional challenge. Here is my totally separate Avengers-style super hero team: 1. Vin

Vin is like the Incredible Hulk, insofar as she can come in and rain down great swathes of destruction. But for good! Mostly!

2. Steris

Somebody needs to organize and command the team, and I think Steris is an excellent pick. She will keep the team together, figure out how to best use their abilities, and also handle the press.

3. Adolin

Adolin is incredibly handsome, personable, and the token member of the team with no actual superpowers, ala Hawkeye. He's extremely capable in battle, and excellent for public image.

4. Navani

Somebody needs to build the flying ships and the power suits and the, uh, planet-destroying weapons. And who better than our resident mad scientist?

5. Susebron

I mean...he's at the tenth heightening, is essentially immortal, can invent any Commands he wants, override other Commands, Awaken pretty much anything... I like the OP's idea of a Superhero Wizard, I'm just going with Susebron instead. He also fills the role of "team member who is also a god on his planet."

6. Wax

Not only is he both heroic and an excellent killer fighter, but he's also a very good investigator, politically influential, and heroic. He and Navani WILL figure out what the bad guys are up to, you can trust in that.

7. Leshwi

We need somebody who can fly--which I know Vin kind of can, but Leshwi can not only fly herself but also lash others with her. Plus, she's functionally immortal and has more experience than everyone else combined.

Crosspost from the Cosmere subreddit, but I want to hear what the Tumblr users say as well. (particularly @cosmerelists if you have time)

[miraclemaya]

i should read the exalted core book at least

[oozeandgoo-art]

had an odd dream that i was reading a comic book. sketched a couple of the pages i could remember.

[coriander-candlesticks]

I'm sick so I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, but I've been thinking about the nature of myths recently as I've been exploring hellenic polytheism.

For context: I'm ex-Mormon. I was raised in the church and, because of that, was taught biblical literalism but in, like, a more subtle way than most? I was raised believing that Adam & Eve and Noah's Ark, etc., were literally true, but that the story of Job specifically was not; I also always knew evolution and the Big Bang to be correct, despite there being a verse in the Doctrine & Covenants (a Mormon-specific religious book) where God apparently told Joseph Smith that the world is 6,000 years old- a passage I didn't know existed until my senior year of high school. I didn't realize I had believed in biblical literalism until I'd left the church, actually.

Now that I'm aware of it, it's a mindset I'm actively trying to combat while I explore Hellenic polytheism. It's definitely been a task to separate the nature of the Gods from their myths, as brutal as they often are. And it's something I've noticed within the community, too, which I think is interesting. It makes sense: Christianity, at least, has had a chokehold on much of the world for a long time, and so many of us have experienced literalism as our first interaction with any sort of holy text (though, of course, Greek myths as a whole aren't that) alongside our first experience with divinity as a wrathful God whose flaws are waved away, or ignored, or twisted into positive attributes. This also means that I'm trying to re-approach several deities with an open mind (Zeus, Hera, and Ares in particular, but many of them to some extent) while also trying to un-condition myself. I was already in the process of doing this, of course, but trying to figure out how to interact with a completely different pantheon has made that especially clear.

It extends to things like prayer and offerings, too. Prayers were very formulaic growing up, even though most of the time there wasn't a strict script to follow. There was always something you ask as part of the prayer, even if it's just 'please help me do better tomorrow' (alongside giving thanks, of course), so trying to craft a prayer without adding *everything* I'm used to including in makes it feel incomplete and, therefore, disrespectful. And daily prayer is something I'm resistant to because of prior experiences with it. I don't want to offend any of the gods by asking for something or asking for too much, especially so early on, and there's always a promised offering the few times I *have* asked. Add worries about exact obedience on top of that and it's proving to be a difficult thing to untangle. And I know that the gods are difficult to offend, figuring out how to do this takes trial & error and that's okay, it'll get better the more I do it, etc., etc.; this is more an issue with my own overthinking than anything else (hooray for ✨ mental health issues ✨). I'm not really asking for advice here, necessarily, just thinking out loud because I'm not comfortable talking to people in meat space about it yet.

[icyfox17]

*realises insomniac spiderman isnt just a fanfic thing*

so uh, you seem to know a lot about insomniac spiderman

wanna, um, maybe, talk about him? (im very intrigued now)

YOU THOUGHT IT WAS JUST FANFIC??#?#?#?#?#?#??#???

Insomniac spidey is my fav version of spiderman!!!! It's the ps4 video game one:)) hehehe

I fooking LOVE him eil!! He's just the sweetest guy ever abdnandndnddj:(( idek

Im horrible at ranting on the spot over text, my brain just turns into @-$($(!#!#!!_$!![£[€[¢¢[[ LMAO no thoughts only Excitement

I might spam ur dms tho omg... Bc u HAVE to watch this one clip bro ohmggod

[bauliya]

personally i think it’s v funny how the dc movies have been the flop superhero franchise for so long not even in comparison to mcu but to stuff like the boys EXCEPT their one character that bags dozens of oscar nominations and a coupleo’ wins every decade as a matter of routine. it’s SO funny. he’s completely immune to public and critical sentiment. the latest dc and mcu films will make ten dollars combined and then they’ll drop robert pattinson weeping through his mascara and get 12 noms and packed theatres. and the next dc film will get shat on for stealing imax screens from killer moon

[cherrysnax]

need to preface this by saying I looooove Felicia sm but god it’s so frustrating that when she pops up she gets to keep her personality, her depth, her everything, even in like her very few appearances but MJ has to get EVERYTHING WIPED AWAY even in the comics??? but literally the only close to faithful adaptions of her are spectacular, some of the 90s show and PART of the raimi movies and it’s only slivers!!!! And usually if mjs around Gwen doesn’t exist so we never the catalyst to her and peters bond, their shared grief that Peter can’t understand at first <\3

[coreius]

Tag drop 1.

[naggingatlas]

i looove putting spark over songs about like heroes and saving the world (tom cardy's 'level clear', uncle outrage's 'saved the world' <- nice voice hc for him!. and 'my superhero movie'.) when he like. Did. Not : ) funney.

[ijusthavesomanyblorbos]

Just saw the new spiderverse.

This has been a literal life changing experience. I'm losing my fucking mind. Holy shit. Wow.

[volfoss]

I love complaining about meaningless shit but it makes me so frustrated to see comments (on the extremely rare occasions i go outside of my comics mutual circle) about the Robin costume and how it's so skimpy. Because of course people aren't treating it respectfully and are like omg he's not gonna be safe in the streets or what's that even covering up or just in general making it sexualized?? Like most Robins are yk preteens WHY are people so weird about it.

[amaraudermind]

Non spoiler review for Shazam:

Man when I was leaving the theater I overheard two girls talking about how they didn't really like Fury of the Gods and how they were more marvel girlies and </3 sorry you don't like art</3

[shoot-i-messed-up]

superhero who is socially awkward and just a little bit mortified everytime they save someone. like, um yeah i just saved u from that burning building. not a big deal. haha oh no u don’t have to thank me. god please stop thanking me ur making a scene. pls let me leave. oh yk what i really gotta go stop that building from burning down, so u really do have to let me go. um. why r u making all the emts clap for me. god strike me down now.

[nexus-nebulae]

us: why do we get so pissy when talking abt "two brothers, alone in the world, at odds" stories

the Echoes and the Remnants: 😶

[depressnt]

YOU CANT HIDE GOLD IN THE TAGS

Danny and Ellie had majorly screwed up. Now here they were in the hydro-electric car Danny had designed for applying to Wayne industries/whoever would give a fifteen year old a fat paycheck, sitting in the middle of Gotham, at night, surrounded by glaring bats.

Crap.

Time to bullshit his way out of this.

He looked at Red Robin and sheepishly grinned, "...hi dad."

Ellie, the little gremlin, didn't even hesitate before adding, "We are so grounded. I told you we shouldn't have messed with the broken time machine but nooo."

The bats were either taken about or cackling and Danny to this chance to put the petal to the metal and get out of there

Tim is now obsessed with finding his future kids.