¡el diablo!

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c-abal‌:

[LOCKDOWN EVENT – OPEN TO ALL]

Jonathan has never really been good at being told what to do. His mind just immediately screams in defiance to orders. Which was why he has been feeling a bit antsy ever since the lockdown has taken effect. Being a traveler, he’s used to simply willing himself into places but with the current sanction from his higher ups, Jonathan couldn’t risk slipping from this realm into the next. Sure he could sneak in, but that will include elaborate scheming that he just don’t have the energy to do. So there he was, a traveler who can’t shift, playing with a ball levitating on the palm of his hands.

At least everyone else is in the building so it’s not like he has to succumb to insanity all on his own. Roaming the halls of Advocates, Jonathan whistled into the hair, throwing the ball into the air and suspending it mid-ascent only to leap and slap it like a volleyball. He was nearing the end of the hall when he noticed the other man and Jonathan yelled, “Hey dude, catch!” He ordered as he threw the ball midair, suspended it, and gave it a resounding smack towards the other man.

The lockdown had been driving Guillermo mildly insane, sure, it wasn’t the worst thing the world, but he hated feeling trapped. And that’s exactly what he felt like, as if he was some caged bird. He wanted to be able to go to out, and go to work, but he couldn’t, it was too dangerous. The base was big enough and had enough to offer that it made it more bearable, but he really just wanted to go out and get some fresh air. 

He was walking around the halls, listening to his music, deciding that was a better use of his time than laying in bed. Guillermo didn’t actually hear when Jonathan called out to him, too distracted by the sounds in his ears, and the ball came flying at him, catching him off guard and hitting him in the head. 

One of his earbuds went flying to the floor, and Guillermo almost saw red. 

He turned to look angrily at the source, “Carajo! What the fuck, man?! Watch where you’re throwing that shit, we’re inside. This ain’t a court.”

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cxntrolyourmind‌:

Giving no mind to the snarky reply, he took out his phone and pulled up a picture. Depicted on the phone was a man and woman, who were their general height and build. The young lady in the picture was a martial artist, meaning it wouldn’t be unheard of for her to have a rather muscular build. Just as Diablo. “You will use your power to make us appear as this couple, and I will use mine to ensure we are not observed too closely. Between us, we will accomplish what neither of our powers might alone.”

Diablo’s first meeting with Lazav, all those years ago, had been brutal and bloody. The telepath had forced Diablo’s allies to slaughter each other, and they had engaged in a rather heated battle. But the result of that had been the same as today’s result would be. Lazav would be victorious. “I have utmost faith in you, Diablo. I would not have hand selected you for this mission if there were any trace of doubt in your abilities.” And if the little criminal failed? Well. He could be made useful in other ways.

The picture on the phone would be easy enough to replicate with his powers. He would cast the illusion over them, cloaking them in the appearance of the couple in said photo. Diablo knew that he would probably have to be the lady, as she was closest to him in height. He sighed, working his magic on them, and making sure that the illusion was strong enough. Diablo needed to keep focus, picturing the couple and casting the illusion, he eyed the photo and then Lazav, making sure that most of the details were correct. Once he was satisfied with his illusions, he held his arms up. 

“What do you think?” He asked, not really wanting an answer, just wanting to show off. 

Diablo walked ahead some, turning to Lazav, “What now, boss man? Should I link my arm to yours to sell it more?”

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nonverbal starters -   beat — dance with them: @fenixfcrce​

Guillermo was celebrating. He’d had a successful mission, and whenever he was in a good mood that meant cooking and dancing. He put on his playlist of Salsa and Reggaeton hits and would find the chance to sway his hips to the music whenever he had the opportunity, making sure not to mess anything up. He was a responsible cook. Mostly.

Now that most of what he prepared was currently in the oven, that meant he was just dancing about in the kitchen. 

He had, of course, called upon Ramón’s assistance, he was one of the few people on base that he trusted to help with such things. Guillermo didn’t trust everyone else’s sazón. 

When one of his favorite songs came on, he cheered gleefully, moving right up to Ramón, pressing up against his back to dance, encouraging him to join in. He began to move his hips to the music, following the bass with every grind. He placed a hand on his hip and another on his shoulder, the one on his hip patting him softly to the beat. 

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

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Touch Meme

Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing ➡ Smack dat ass ➢Grope them ➣ Slap their hand away ➤ Punch/Slap/Assault them ➥ Rub their back ➧ Massage their shoulders ➨ Put their hand between mine’s legs ➚Tickle them ➙ Pinch them ➛Poke them ➜ Play with mine’s hair ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat

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[diablosadvocate]

Two guys you want to take turns pounding your booty?

Guillermo laughed loudly, not expecting this question. Still, he saw no real harm in answering. It was all for fun, right? 

“Well, I’m not sure I’d want to just get used back and forth and not get the chance to do some of the fucking myself, but I’ll play along.” 

He tapped his chin, thinking on it for a few seconds. “I think Dom and Uri would be my choice.” 

@getcrvnched @ofphaserush

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continuation from this post for @soulsliced​ ] 

He had no clue how they had ended up like this, Guillermo deep inside Ollie, his cock engulfed by his warmth. They had a history before this, being on opposing sides, Guillermo having fought him before he eventually joined Advocates. 

And now he was fucking him, a mentor bent over before him, allowing him to thrust deep into him. It was great. 

They were pressed so close, Guillermo’s toned muscular body pressed right to Ollie’s back, his arms holding him right to his pelvis, not wanting him to move away. He wanted him to feel every single movement of his hips against him, feel his cock move deep inside.

Guillermo was thrusting feverishly, lost in the feeling of his rock hard cock being squeezed by Ollie’s incredible heat. His face fell to his shoulder blades, breathing out a moan, his eyes rolling back, “Fuck, your ass is incredible. I could cum right now, jueputa.”

At the light teasing, Guillermo chuckled, low and dark, shaking his head against Oliver’s back. Now, it was on. He moved, pulling off of him, straightening his back, and moving his arms up to grasp properly at the man’s ass, feeling the plump cheeks in his hold. 

“No, no,” he answered, beginning to thrust with more force, feeling his ass slap against him. “I’m just getting started, I’m not giving up fucking this ass just yet, baby.” 

Guillermo began a more rapid rhythm, delighting in the sound of Ollie’s ass clapping against him, his balls hitting at his taint as he fucked him harder. He lifted a hand to smack his ass, leaving a red mark. 

“I’m gonna make you my bitch, Ollie. Then I’ll be done.” He blew a kiss to him, laughing softly as he continued to thrust into him, a few grunts leaving his lips. “You let all the protege’s fuck you like this?”

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defymydarkness‌:

“I can respect that. I try to take care of my grandma. She raised me, and it’s not always easy for her to get around these days.“ Absently stirring the drink, he sighed, considering his grandmother, as well as his mother. It was… not an easy family, but it’s what he had. And for everything his mother had put him through, his grandma was a saint. Nathaniel might not have survived to adulthood without her. 

“Yeah, if I come along I’m the driver. Can’t drink, so may as well make sure everyone gets home safe.“ Even if it sometimes felt like trying to keep five cats in a bathtub full of water. Still, they were his allies. He needed to make sure they could get back home safely. 

“I will. And since I can’t be certain these drunk idiots will tip,“ he reached into his wallet, pulling out a five and setting it in the jar. Professional courtesy. Plus, Nathaniel didn’t believe you could afford to go out if you couldn’t afford to tip. 

He didn’t need to have empathy based abilities to know that this was a sore spot. The sigh, and the stirring of the drink said enough. He’d seen that before enough times. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he answered, his voice easy and sincere. “I’m sure she appreciates you.” 

He moved to mix someone a drink, raising a brow at Nathaniel. “What do you mean you can’t drink? Why not? ‘S it something power related?” Guillermo poured the drink, and slid it to the person it was intended for, moving back toward Nathaniel. He really was curious, he didn’t remember everyone’s abilities, there were so many to keep track of. 

Guillermo appreciated a good tip, it’s how he made most of his money, but he didn’t like to be paid by his friends. Partly, because he wanted to show his team he appreciated being accepted by them, and also partly because of his own pride, he didn’t want to feel like he was serving his peers. If he kept it at a friendly level, then he didn’t have to feel beneath them in some way. It was silly, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t ashamed of his job, by any means, but he knew how people got whenever you were tasked to serve them.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said, “We save the world together.” 

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glorificd‌:

With how relief came to wash onto the other—to see him ease down and go on with his usual fare—Thor felt himself swell with delight and sought to indulge the very same ease for himself. It was a good night, after all. And with those truly fortunate moments where he is not needed—well, save for keeping an eye on their rather roughed up protégé for the moment—he treasured such a moment. Respite is welcome, for all of their sakes ——— and it was all the better in a bounty of such great things. That with a swell of his brawn, Thor straightened up in his seat with a bigger grin, eager and bright.

“Then in that case, discount and all, I’ll take an expensive one!” Thor exclaimed as his smile grew prouder. “—and we can share it here too… just pretzels and all,” he nodded on surely before his face wrinkled into something more cautious—more so with the narrow of his gaze. 

          “——— you do have pretzels, yes?”

That made him laugh, nodding his head in approval. He pointed a finger at Thor, his chest bubbling with laughter, “I like you, big man. That’s the spirit.” Lord knows if Guillermo were being offered a discount he would go for top shelf stuff too. He did that anyway, so getting it at a lower price would just make it sweeter. He understood exactly where his buddy was coming from. 

“We’ve got pretzels, yea,” he answered, with a wide grin. “I’ll put in the order for you, they usually get ‘em out pretty fast.” Guillermo let the kitchen staff know he needed a pretzel and began to mix Thor a drink. 

He slid a long island iced tea his way, and then moved to pour them two glasses of the most expensive bourbon. Guillermo was in a good mood, so this was definitely worth it. 

He slid one over to him, and held up his own, “To good times with colleagues. And to me getting you wasted.” 

He drank down his bourbon, grunting at the slight burn, and wiped at his lips. 

“You’ve been wasted before, right? They let angels do that? Or am I corrupting you, man?” 

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cxntrolyourmind‌:

@diablosadvocate​ gets a plotted starter 

This mission called for a subtle approach, which is why two heavy hitting mentalists were required. And, of course, Lazav was more than happy to help. They were supposed to infiltrate a high end club where rumor has it that a powerful villainous psychic was holed up. There was no telling if they were being watched, so the pair had approached under the cover of an illusion, which Lazav’s telepathy was able to make considerably more convincing to those who passed them.

“Do me a favor, pet,“ he started as they approached the door, “try not to impede my efforts. Your emotional manipulation power would only muddle my telepathy, and while I am confident in your illusions I prefer to create a scenario with no losing options.“

Diablo would do anything to ensure their mission was completed successfully, but part of him wished he’d been paired with any other member of the Advocates. He wasn’t sure how to react to Lazav, he’d battled against him before, seen him kill some of his old teammates, and now they were on the same side. There was a mixture of uneasiness mixed with the need to show him that he was one of the good guys now, that he could be trusted. 

He was in full costume, underneath his illusion, not wanting to risk his actual identity getting out to anymore criminals, he had enough with El Reino knowing who he was.  

“Sure,” he began, slightly annoyed at the nickname. He wasn’t anyone’s pet, but he didn’t want to argue while on mission, especially not when it was weird enough to being with. 

“But I don’t manipulate emotions, I gain power from them.” He used the emotional energy around him to strengthen himself, allowing him a strength that was above that of a regular man. 

“So, since you know what you want to do, what’s the plan, boss?” The last part was said with a hint of irony, if Lazav wanted to be bossy, he could play along. 

“You know just so I don’t impede your efforts or anything.” Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed.

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ofphaserush‌:

“me, wrong? now that’s a first,” uri chuckled as he watched the man work, serving drinks to many people who wanted to forger their worries, or drown their sorrows, maybe just actually have a good time. “Strict? Now that seems a bit odd coming from you,” he mused. “Oh those, I didn’t even see them.” he lied, shaking his head at the man. His eyes did drift to the pictures, and he found himself smiling at the many heroes who had visited the bar.

“on the house? thought you didn’t serve my kind,” he teased, before bringing the glass to his lips. “wow, you sure i don’t have to pay for that?” uri questioned it since it was really nice whiskey, went down better than he thought it would. “you being this close to me seems a little dangerous,” he grinned leaning in.

“any?” uri giggled, rolling his eyes at guillermo. “mayhaps,” he shrugged before sliding the glass  back to guillermo. “don’t know if you’ve got the time for tips though, but i’ll happily make time for you,” he mused. “it’s been a while since i’ve…y’know. not since i left puerto rico, it’s still weird being the white boy who was raised as an islander. thanks to that i can treat you to some mofongo con carne frita. and a tip.”

“i’m making an exception for you,” guillermo replied, smirking at uri, “the boss would be pretty fuckin’ pissed if he knew i was serving a super.” he looked around, as if looking out for said boss. 

he watched as urayoan took the drink, the smile on his lips growing wider. he knew it was a good whiskey. he backed away slightly, with a soft chuckle, wagging a finger at uri. “pues.”

“dangerous how, hmm?” he was probably pushing it, but he was having a good time. “you’ve got to elaborate, ‘mano.” he noticed someone trying to signal for him across the bar, and motioned for one of his coworkers to tend to them. he was distracted at the moment. 

he laughed making himself a shot, and downing it, the burn familiar and almost comforting. “that’s what i said, man. i know my way around. and i can make time, how do you think i’ve held down this job with the whole having to go on emergency missions thing? they love me here.”

guillermo crossed his arms, pressing his tongue to his cheek, laughing a bit, not believing that uri was in a dry spell. the man was very obviously attractive. 

“that long? you turning into a nun?” as he spoke, he noticed one of his loyal patrons walk in, and motioned at uri to wait for him, before tending to him.

he returned a couple minutes later, picking up where he left off, “i’ve had mofongo once or twice, my sister loves it. she’s got a puerto rican boyfriend.’ 

he pointed at uri, “now you’re teasing me. i’m gonna hold you to this, fucker.” 

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wound...........fucking.......

Guillermo narrowed his eyes, unsure how to respond to this…inquiry? Was it an actual question? It seemed as if the person had had some sort of epiphany and needed to share. 

“No…?” He answered, unsure, all he knew was that it sounded unpleasant. If it were a kink he didn’t want to be part of it. “Is that a thing? I mean, do what you want, but that sounds painful, like real, painful, bro.” 

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Being double penetrated

“Maybe,” he said, shrugging his shoulders a bit. “I think I’d rather be one of the dudes doing the penetrating though. You’d have to work me up just right to get me to be fucked like that. I’ve never had more than one dick up there. Usually one dick is enough, hits the spot.”

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Never have I ever looked at a devilishly handsome mentor and wanted him to split me in two with his dick.

“The thought may have crossed my mind,” Guillermo started, pursing his lips, “Not exactly in those words. I don’t know if I want to be split, necessarily. I’d have to be incredibly hot for that.”

“Still,” he said, holding up a shot before downing it. “Cheers, man.”

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