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bet-on-me-13 · 5 months

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Metahumans are just Liminals

So! As far as I know, Metahumans get their powers because they have Nth Metal in their DNA (I think? It might be a single continuity thing).

But what if Nth Metal is just Solidified Ectoplasm?

Metahumans are just a different Brand of Liminal. They get their powers from Metalic Ectoplasm in their DNA rather than Pure Ectoplasm in their Soul. As such, their powers are much more based on their Genetics rather than their Obsessions.

A Metahuman is more likely to have children who share the same power. It is Passed On through their DNA, and as such it may not actually fit the users Personality. The upside is that the Power is usually stronger than normal.

A Liminal will get their powers from their Soul. Whatever fits their Obsession the best is what they will get. The downside is that their power is weaker than a Metahumans abilities.

A Ghost is the perfect combination of the Two.

They have a Core made of Metalic Ectoplasm, and a Soul made of Pure Ectoplasm. They have the Power of a Metahuman, and the Fitting Nature of Liminals.

Side Note: Halfas are kind of an even better version of that? They have the Metalic Core, the Pure Ecto Soul, and the Body of a Human to contain the Power.

Thoughts?

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lady-of-glass-and-bone · 3 years

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Embrace What I Cannot Control

For @the-purity-pen Kinktober 2021

Day 3: Exhibitionism || Hair pulling

Pairing: Rick Flag x female reader

Warnings: BEGONE MINORS! smut, piv sex, language, hair pulling, exhibitionism, wrap it before you tap it irl, some fluff and a pinch of angst.

A/N: So this is basically my first real actual smut so I did my best. Reader is a metahuman with telekinetic type powers, which is kind of alluded to at the end.

18+ below the cut

It's not that he wants the rest of the team to see, to hear, because that would be a whole mess he didn't need, but fuck if the idea of it doesn't make him wanna pick you up and fuck you into a beautiful mess against the nearest surface.

After the first few missions, after the gloss of your file flashing through Rick's mind turns into the sound of your voice every time your assigned to him, he realizes he keeps waiting for the day that you walk out.

The day when you give Waller your 2 weeks notice, spit out every harsh word he knows you've held behind gritted teeth and collapse this part of his life that he has stacked up like a house of cards on the way out.

You're not a criminal, there's no explosive buried in the base of your skull, no laws or prison sentence tethering you here but you're on Task Force X for a reason. A metahuman reason to be specific.

So he takes all the opportunities he can. No wasting time he might not have. He stops caring about the amount of space or walls separating the two of you from the rest of the team when you split him open and rearrange all his nerve endings like you're handling broken glass.

It takes him out right at the knees, every damn time. He is the one who pulls your attention during the breaks between chaos on missions, levels you with a look that asks the same question every time and leads you away, knowing you'll follow.

The best kind of privacy he can find is a door that isn't completely broken off it's hinges on a floor above the team. And you smile like it's the best kind of surprise, commenting playfully on the shattered windows and the hole in the ceiling that lets in hazy streams of late afternoon sunlight tinged with dust.

"A skylight, for little ole me? Rick, you shouldn't have" you tease, backing up with a hand pressed over your heart just to really commit to the whole thing.

He can't decide whether your eyes look prettier like this, wide and sparkling with that sharp humor he can't help but love or the fuck drunk, heavy lidded smolder you have when you pull him closer with your thighs around his hips just before he cums.

There's a perfectly good bed in this room but you've backed yourself up to a large vanity with a splintered mirror and a mess of expensive looking lotions and makeup containers scattered across the surface.

This is where you pull the strings, reeling him in from across the room with nothing more than the way you spread your lips into a grin. Helpless. That's what he is when it comes to you, not that he gives a damn.

You let him slip into your space, barely touching anywhere but your hands curled around his, pulling off his gloves and keeping him locked in this liminal space where he can feel the pulse of your heart through your wrist and the heat when he slips a thigh between your legs.

You kiss like you fight. Sussing out the mood with a gentle press, before going in for a quick bite to his lip to open him up and then pulling his tongue into your mouth in way that leaves his mind blank and cock aching where he grinds against you.

You swear to him that you can't read minds but sometimes he's inclined to not believe you when you hit all his buttons in a perfect sequence that has him shoving you up against the flimsy piece of furniture, the whole thing shaking with the force, knocking against the wall.

He doesn't give a shit that you're well within earshot of the team, he won't tell you to be quiet when the drag of your pants makes you whine out loud as he pushes the tight material down your thighs.

It catches on your calves and"that's good, it's fine, Rick, just fuck me like this" the breathless order makes him move faster.

You tell him he makes the most delicious noise when he fucks himself slowly into you, one arm tight around you while the other gets trapped between you two, his fingers slipping around your clit the way you told him you like while he eases himself past the slick, puffy folds of your pussy.

He doesn't remember the sounds he makes, he could whisper all the worst secrets he knows and he wouldn't remember. The tight grip of your cunt around him, the punched out way you hiss his name when finally, finally he fits inside you is all his mind absorbs.

When you slide your fingers up from where they had settled on his shoulders to his hair, he leans into you, hitching you up to rest your ass on the edge of the vanity and slips just a little deeper into your heat.

You give his hair a sharp tug and squeeze every muscle you can around him, like kicking a horse into a trot, pulling his lips back down to yours at the first slow drag of his cock pulling back.

"How do you want it, sweetheart, hmm?" Rick asks and pumps back in just as slow as he did on the way out, dragging his hips when all he wants to do is snap.

"No, I want more, please give me more" you groan, another stinging tug on his hair that shoots straight down his spine like a strike of lightning.

So he gives you more. Slow but hard. He times the crack of the vanity hitting against the wall to your sharp inhales, pressing his fingers in tighter circles around your clit. Fuck. You've never looked more beautiful, sweat streaked, battle tired and lust hungry.

It's all one big tangle of raw nerves, the way you arch back and pull him with you, fingers still pricking along his scalp with every yank of his hair. Pushing your face into the hollow of his throat where your hot breath fans out with every growling word.

Fuck, Rick! Harder, j-just a little harder, almost.

Your hair smells like rain, static electricity, like the heavy Summer thunderstorms that down power lines and tear up trees. Like a goddamn force of nature that you can't do anything but ride out and pick up the pieces afterwards.

He can feel the breath stutter in you lungs, your mouth pressed open against his neck when you cum, your walls tightening around him in waves as the air around you both snaps and fizzles. You pull him close and shudder purposefully, drowning him in a wave of his own that crashes against yours.

Still wound tight around and in each other, you suck a bruising kiss on his neck that has Rick groaning, pulling back enough to see the relaxed way your eyes open enough to meet his.

He thinks he should tell you he loves you, that he doesn't want to move from this spot where he's buried deep inside you in more than one way.

"Hey Flag! You make your girl cum yet or did the power grid just flicker on it's own!" Harley yells up the stairs.

The way you don't do anything but smirk tiredly up at him and plant a kiss right on the tip of his nose when he sighs heavily at Harley's retreating laughter tells him you already know what he was about to say.

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