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#Key de #SHINee #comparte un #acercamiento de su #épica #transformación para #Halloween este #año ¡Key de SHINee una vez más ha hecho que las mandíbulas caigan con su disfraz de Halloween! Este año, Key no fue otro que Marge Simpson de la comedia animada estadounidense “Los Simpsons”. El 2 de noviembre, Key subió una foto en su Instagram de si mismo en su disfraz en la fiesta anual de Halloween de SM Entertainment posando con su compañera de agencia J-Min. Desde la peluca azul rizada hasta el vestido sin mangas verde, Key es la copia exacta del personaje ficticio. Key es conocido como el maestro del vestuario, y cada Halloween, sus fans esperan con ansias sus asombrosas transformaciones. En 2015, Key fue Ronald McDonald e incluso recibió el reconocimiento de McDonald’s por su disfraz hilarante. En 2014, Key se convirtió en el famoso Edward Scissorhands. En 2013, Key no escatimó con la piel verde y orejas puntiagudas para retratar a Piccolo del anime “Dragon Ball”. En 2012, Key se transformó perfectamente en Joker de la “Dark Night”. ¿Qué crees que debería ser Key para Halloween el próximo año? Mientras tanto, Key aparecerá en el próximo episodio del programa de variedades de SBS “Master Key” con otras celebridades, como JR de NU’EST, Kang Daniel y Ong Sung Woo de Wanna One, Jinyoung de GOT7, Song Mino de WINNER, Chanyeol de EXO y Sana de TWICE. #Fuente: #Soompi #MasterLey #WINNER #SongMinHo #Exo #Chanyeol #Sana #TWICE #GOT7 #Jinyoung #WannaOne #OngSungWoo #NuestW #JR #KangDaniel #DragonBall

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Why We Can't Have Nice Things: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

Phoe: Masterley is a regret I have

Brittany: We're almost done with that.

Phoe: is the smut really worth breaking two characters?

Brittany: It's almost over.

Brittany: And yes.

Brittany: Yes it is.

Brittany: Pain is good for character development, Phoe.

Phoe: BUT IT HURTS

Brittany: BUT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

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Worse Than Wanting- Crowley/Masterson

((Because what's worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it? ~James Patterson))

He'd left Gemma sleeping at home, sneaking out like a fugitive, like a thief. He loved her; he did. He wanted everything for her and with her, and he'd go back and have it with her. After this. 

He had to have answers, he had to know. Crowley was a pain in his heart that had no relief. It would get better with time, he knew, but seeing her and rich had cut him to the quick. t was a reckless stupid thing to do, and if she killed him there was no coming back, but he had to do it. Had to.

He made the devil's trap and then did the summoning spell, dropping the match into the bowl of herbs and watching the flames. He looked up, looking for her, face expressionless.

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Delirium- A Masterley fic

((A Masterley fic. NSFW, smut.  Also, for those who don't know, Katharine is Gemma's real name))

He was off the rails. He knew it. He couldn’t help it, this slow trainwreck of a person he’d become.  He was a mess and there was no fixing it. He’d taken Rich’s advice and had been truthful with Katharine, and that had ended with her walking out on him.

He deserved no less, of course. He’d betrayed her in ways that were nearly unfathomable. It wasn’t just sleeping with someone else, of course; she’d have gotten over that, hurt as she’d be. But it was the deal for his soul that had broken her heart and driven her away. And he’d do almost anything to reverse it, anything to bring Katherine back to him and forget that he’d done this.

This was why he was summoning her; not for any other reason. For Katherine. To get Katherine back. That’s why he had to summon her.

He finished the incantation, dropping a matching into the bowl and watching the herbs consumed with flames. He looked up when she appeared; he hadn’t bothered with a devil’s trap.

“So soon, Aaron?” she purred, eyes flashing at him. “I’m flattered.”

“No, that’s not-” He began, then shook his head. “She left me. She fucking… we’re getting married. But she left me.”

“Then I wouldn’t save the date just yet.” She chuckled. Breath coming fast, he took a step towards her.

“You did this,” he accused. Needing it to be someone else’s fault. Needing to put the responsibility anywhere but his own shoulders. Her eyes flashed at him, firey, annoyed. And God help him, he felt the first twinge of desire.

“You did, darling.” She countered, voice becoming just a little sharper, a little more dangerous. That bit more alluring. “You made the deal, you sealed it. You, Aaron. I made an offer.”

“I couldn’t refuse.”

“Of course you could have.  No is always an option.” She said. He moved closer to her, looking down at her, nearly breathless with anger.

Only anger. Nothing else.

“You’d have killed me,” he said, voice liquid. “And that would have broken her heart.”

“Stop deluding yourself, love. You weren’t thinking of her.  Not once.” She said, moving closer to him. He swallowed hard but kept his eyes on her. “Were you, Aaron? The other night, did she cross your mind at all when you were looking at me, and touching me, and fucking me? When you begged me to come, did you think of her?”

He made a strangled sound at her words. He didn’t quite know how it happened, but his hands were on her wrists in a bruising grip, pinning her arms almost behind her so her body was thrust forward and pressed hard against him. She arched her back, smirking, so that she was pressed in the right places, holding his eyes with her firey dark ones.

“Oh yes. I see how much you’re thinking of her right now.” She purred, tipping her head back just a little. He held her for a moment, silent and shaken.

“Give me my soul back.” His voice was quiet. “Give me my life back.” He didn’t just mean Katharine, either; Crowley had taken his certainty, his faith and purpose. The first deal they’d made had ruined him and he wanted to hate her, but couldn’t. When the wreck of his dedication to the Brotherhood cleared away, there had only been her. She’d freed him but enslaved him in almost the same gesture. He wanted to hate her but he just couldn’t. he wanted her too much, needed her.

“A deal’s a deal.” She said, low so he had to lean in to hear her. “Your life is your own, but your soul is mine.” She chuckled at him, the sound sultry.

“My life is ruined because of you.” he countered. She shook her head, breaking his grip on her and stepping away from him

“No. These are all your choices, Aaron. You have no one to blame but yourself and you know it.” She told him. “Listening to you bitch about bad decisions is not part of our deal. So if that’s all…” she smoothed her hands over her hips, throwing him a dark challenging look.

He was lost and he knew it. He couldn’t care at the moment, though. He was at her in an instant, mouth and hands devouring, unable to get enough. There was a faint trace of sulfur on her kiss that drove him absolutely mad, and his lips hardened on hers as he claimed her mouth, trying to wipe away that taste. It lingered and he broke away, panting.

He backed her to the wall, desperate. She laughed softly at him, sucking and biting at his neck, and he closed his eyes and sucked in a breath at the feel of her marking him. Hers. He growled, one hand in her hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her again. There was nothing careful or gentle about him. He was all violent passion, nipping at her lips and pillaging her mouth with his tongue, hand twisting in her hair and pinning her with his body. She matched his aggression and his lips stung from her teeth on them, her fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving red marks.

His free hand pushed her skirt up, not bothering to take it off, and his fingers rubbed at her clit, rough. She rested her head against the wall and let out a small moan, which brought an answering growl from Aaron. He slid two fingers inside of her, feeling her warm wetness around him and moaned into her ear.

“Goddammit, Crowley,” he panted, and she chuckled again, breathless.

“Yes,” she said.  His fingers moved in and out of her, thumb stroking at her clit, and she rocked against him. “Yes, darling.” She purred, and his mouth was at her neck, sucking and kissing and licking, wanting to mark her as his. He said her name against her hot skin.  She laughed softly at him, increasing her pace just slightly. “Aaron,” She said, drawing out his name a little, and he withdrew his fingers from her and brought them to her mouth. She sucked his fingers clean, tasting herself on him, and made a small lustful sound. Her dark eyes held his, intense blue and blown with lust.

He reached down with shaking hand to unbuckle his pants but couldn’t quite manage it, his fingers stumbling. She did it for him, fingers quick, and pushed down his pants, elegant fingers stroking his cock as she looked into his eyes. He pushed her skirt up around her hips, sliding her underwear down.  He kissed again, rough and demanding, and then slid into her, moaning against her lips at the feel of her, warm and wet and delicious.

“Crowley, fuck, you’re…” he said, unable to keep an even pace, unable to control himself.  She matched his pace, feeling a basic, impersonal pleasure at the sensation of being filled by him. She pulled him against her, their layers of clothes a barrier. She slid a hand to the back of his head, pulling his ear to her mouth.

“Are you thinking of her now, darling?” She whispered. He growled and she tightened around him again, feeling her orgasm start to build. “Yes, with you fucking me against the wall like this, I see how you’re thinking of her.” Her laugh was dark and breathless.

“Shut up.” He said. He put a hand to her throat and her eyes sparked at him. “Fuck, Crowley.” His lips were on her neck and he bit her; not enough to break the skin, just enough to taste her, to make her feel him. If she were human, she’d wear that mark for days, but he knew it would be gone from her as soon as this was over. She let out a sound of pleasure, a hint of laughter in her voice. He forced himself to slow down, thrusting into her with smooth long strokes, her heat an exquisite pleasure.

“I want to feel you come,” He said. “Please Crowley, I need you.” She laughed again.

“Then fuck me like you mean it, Aaron.” She said, and he shuddered at that, hips snapping against hers in a sudden staccato rhythms, uncontrolled and frantic

“Crowley please,” He begged. “please Crowley, fuck, I can’t-“

“of course you can, darling.’ She said, closing her eyes and letting go. She didn’t cry out or say his name, just exhaled a long-held breath, muscles tightening on his cock inside of her and wet heat rushing all over him.

“Christ, Crowley,” He murmured, losing control.

“Wrong entity.” She answered. “Your turn, Aaron.  Come for me, let me feel you.” He nearly shouted her name, the orgasm slamming through him as he buried himself inside of her and came hard, vision blurring and his hand tightening on her hips. She laughed as she felt his knees tremble under him and he leaned on her for a moment, gathering himself. She didn’t allow him tenderness this time, though, just pushed him away and righted herself, straightening her skirt. She smoothed her hair back and he watched his marks on her disappear, despair sitting heavy in the pit of his stomach.

“If that’s all, Aaron,” She said, her smirk cruel. “I’ll be on my way.” He buckled his pants, not looking at her, jaw clenched.

“Good bye, Crowley.” The only thing he could say. Her laughter mocked him as she disappeared, leaving him alone.