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A quiet moan falls from your lips as the heel of Michael's hand digs just right into the tension that has been building in your lower back for days. With the unbearable mattress supplied by the hospitable Outpost 3, you've found yourself becoming irritable and grumpy, especially with Michael refusing to lay by your side as you fall asleep on the rock hard slab each night because he's "formulating his selections".

The second you snapped at him after 4 days of barely speaking to one another between him interviewing various intolerable shrews who lick their lips salaciously whenever he walks into a room, he knows it's time to do something to relieve your tension. The second you glared at him and told him to "eat by yourself, asshole", he pushed you against the wall and planted his hand authoritatively against your throat. However, you groaned in pain as your shoulder blades slammed against the hard surface because you were trying to protect your lower back from taking the brunt of the force.

Immediately, Michael's frustrated glare turned into a look of concern as he scanned your face for the fleeting expression of pain he'd just witnessed.

"What's wrong, darling, did I hurt you?" You shook your head, raising your arm to gently stroke the top of his hand that still rested comfortingly against the column of your throat.

"No, Michael, it's not you. It's that fucking bed. My back is all screwed up and I'm barely sleeping and I guess it's making me more grouchy than usual." Your husband merely hummed and stroked your cheek as he pondered a solution to your pain.

"How about I give you a massage like I do when we're back home?" You blush at the thought. Michael's smirk grows as you reminisce on his special method of working the tension out of your body and your mind. You look down slightly out of embarrassment, but he tilts your chin up to meet his eyes immediately. "Don't overthink it. Let me make you feel better." He presses a delicate kiss to your temple and you hum in agreement before allowing him to guide you to the uncomfortable bed. With a wave of his hand, the bed rises in height by at least 4 inches and you sigh.

"Michael, why couldn't you have just replaced the mattress in the first place?" He chuckles and rubs at the bridge of his nose.

"Because I haven't had the privilege of experiencing how uncomfortable it is yet, sweetheart. I fall asleep in my desk chair every night." You tilt your head sympathetically and it sinks in that the last few days here haven't been easy for him either.

"Well considering that we've both had a shitty stay here at Casa Outpost, I'm returning the favor this time, and I want no complaints." Michael only nods and leans his head down to capture your lips in a loving kiss.

"I appreciate it, my love." With that, Michael backs away slightly before winking at you, and in a second your dress falls to the floor, leaving you in a simple bra and panties, which happen to be one of his favorite outfits to see you in. He loves the domesticity of seeing you in a simple black bra and a cute pair of cotton panties, and he notes the avocados scattered all over your current pair. You blush at your un-sexy underwear, but you know he appreciates your body all the same.

After taking a moment to admire you, he stalks over to his desk drawer and grabs the standard bullet vibrator that you two like to use from time to time for occasions like this. It has multiple settings, including one that is just barely enough to be noticeable, but not enough to get you anywhere near your orgasm. That's the trick to his special "massages". He slips the little bullet into your panties to tease you while he massages your sore muscles and uses his hands to get you pliant and relaxed before he completely exhausts you with a long, slow orgasm where his cock is nestled deeply in your cunt and he's just barely moving, each movement causing an intense jolt of pleasure to radiate from your tummy to your toes.

It's the most glorious way to end a shitty day, and the further he gets with his plans for the cooperative, the more it occurs. While you hate the irritation that comes with your respective seats at the head of the table, you savor the way you care for each other through it. Though, this time, you're determined to give him the same attention.

Michael rests his hands on your hips, turning you away from him and prompts you to crawl onto the now fluffy bed and get into a comfortable spot, resting on your bare tummy with your arms folded under your chin. Michael takes off his jacket and shoes, unbuttoning his shirt half way and pulling off his belt as well. You love Michael when he's like this; just completely comfortable and dressed down and warm in his demeanor. As turned on as you get by his coldness and authority, you savor the fact that you're the only one who gets to see him like this.

Michael sits beside you on the bed, his hips resting comfortably next to your thighs as his fingers, still adorning it ornate ring collection, caress your thighs with a feather-light touch. You shiver, goosebumps rising on your exposed flesh as he continues to touch you. He leans down and plants a kiss on the small of your back, and you giggle at the ticklish sensation, which in turn causes a loving smile to crawl onto his features.

He warms the vibrator in his hands and switches it onto the lowest setting before clearing his throat, which you know is his way of asking you to raise your hips to allow him to slip it into your panties and position it against your clit. He lightly taps your ass, allowing you to replace your body in it's relaxed position. You sigh in delight as you feel the comforting vibrations against your bundle of nerves, and as soon as you're resting again, Michael begins to rub and apply pressure to your back, one area at a time, making sure to note your soft sighs and hums when he reaches a knot or a sore spot.

Soon enough, you're practically whining as he grinds his hands down particularly hard into your lower back, undoing all of the tension that has been souring your mood for days. He grins when your breathing returns to a relaxed, rhythmic pace and he's merely caressing your skin.

He leans down to press another kiss to your back, this time right between your shoulder blades, and you giggle in appreciation. He looks between your legs and sees that you've effectively soaked through your panties, which is his way of assessing a job well done. However, as he goes to remove the tiny device, you lift yourself on your forearms and reach one hand back to swat his hand away.

"Um, it's your turn, Mr. Langdon." Michael rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless and finishes removing his shirt before you roll out of your spot on the bed and instruct him to take your place. You get distracted for a moment by the way his skin stretches across his muscular arms and toned back, and run your fingers innocently against his smooth skin. He clears his throat and you laugh at his impatience. "And you were complaining..." you mumble mostly to yourself before straddling one of his clothed thighs and you gasp as you feel the vibrator press harder against your clit.

You ignore the pleasure and begin running your hands up and down your husband's back, taking a moment to gently gather his stray locks of hair and push them aside. He hums as you delicately graze your nails down his back to the waistband of his slacks, and then begin to knead at his, admittedly tense, muscles.

You get so lost in the task of evenly working out the knots and soreness in his body that you don't realize how you begin to rock against his thigh, chasing the light pleasure that's being delivered through the tiny device. Michael chuckles to himself at your neediness, but he figures there's no way you could get yourself to orgasm with that little pressure.

However, less than a minute later, your hands lose their rhythm on his skin and your hips begin to stutter on his thigh before a quiet, desperate moan leaves your lips and you feel your clit pulse with orgasm. It's not exactly intense, but it was unexpected and you suspect immediately once your mind returns from the delightful haze that it had more to do with the eroticism of worshipping Michael than the physical stimulation itself.

Regardless, Michael turns his head and looks back at you in slight astonishment, his eyes drifting to where your core rests against the back of his thigh and he just grins at you with a smugness you could only describe as boyish.

"You really are a dirty whore, aren't you?" You blush at his words, since instead of being delivered with the usual coldness, he's nearly laughing. You grumble just a little slipping your bra and panties off and turning off the vibrator, but you can't help the little smile that takes over your features.

You climb off of Michael and lay next to him on the sheets, and he just rolls onto his side and rests his hand on your warm cheek before kissing you with a sweetness you feel a nostalgia for from early on in your relationship, when he was just a gifted boy who wore ripped t-shirts and listened to Fall Out Boy.

"I love you, and your naughty urges." You blush again, shoving your face into the pillow and curling closer to him. Michael waves his hand one more time and his own clothes are removed and you both now suddenly lay beneath the covers.

"I love you too, Michael." You sigh and snuggle closer to him, but he chuckles instead of wrapping arms around you like he usually does.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm not done with you, yet."

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/n: “two in one night? Holy shit, Kristin, you’re on a roll!” I KNOW!! I hit 800 followers, so I decided to do a short, little something to be a downer on everyone’s jolly Christmas and holiday fics. LOL I like to break your hearts!

Summary: Y/n likes to leave Bucky voicemails while he’s on a mission. Little did he realize just how precious the quirky little voicemails would become…

Warnings: Prepare your feelings?

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“Hey, honey, it’s me. I know I shouldn’t be calling your phone while you’re out on a mission, but I figured it was off, so it would go straight to voicemail. I wanted to let you know that I’m headed to my mom’s house for Christmas dinner, and she would love it if you came after your mission. Obviously, I didn’t tell her you were on a mission, but I said you were out working… Anyways, I love you. I’m about to board the plane, so I’ll call you when I land. Bye.”

“So, that was the longest plane ride of my existence. I mean, it really wasn’t the looongest, but it sure was the most irritating. I felt bad, too. The lady next to me had a baby and he was teething, and fussy that his ears were popping. I held him for a little while, because that poor mom looked like she was going to shake him. *chuckles* Anyways, I’m trying to find the stupid rental car area in this damn airport. You’d think they’d make airports easier to navigate… So stupid… Oh my god, sorry!... Shit, Buck, I totally just knocked this guy’s coffee all over his clothes. I’ll call you back when I figure out where the hell the rental place is. I’m just going to leave you a long string of voicemails narrating this trip, so I feel like you’re with me. Love you. I’m calling you back.”

“Is it illegal to choke someone out, just because they’re annoying? Who am I kidding, of course it is… Unless you have the Avengers to back you up. Think Tony’s lawyer could get me out of something like that?... You see, that guy that I spilled coffee all over? Yeah, he decided that I needed to pay for his coffee, his dry cleaning, AND give him my number. Before you freak out in your caveman ways, NO I didn’t give him my number and I was able to handle myself. Lower your blood pressure. He freaked out a little, like the piece of shit that he was, but I let him know that I wasn’t obligated to give him my number and gave him a little… teensy… Okay, I may have punched him. I have to call Tony’s lawyer. I’ll call you back when I’m in the stupid rental car.”

“Hey, honey. I’m in the rental car. The lawyer situation is good. I talked to Tony. He told me to quit calling your phone, by the way. Nonsense. I like leaving you fifty voicemails to open when you get back from a mission. I like seeing the little smirk you get when you listen to my little stories. Ugh, I miss you. It’s only been like a week, but I already miss you like crazy… Also, my mom is making the cheesy potatoes that you love so damn much… So, you better get home on time. I told Tony that when you’re done with your mission, he better send you on a plane straight here. Suck it up, buttercup. You’re coming home for Christmas, whether you’re grumpy and tired, or not. I’ll call you back when I get to my mom’s. Love you. Miss you. Bye.”

“So, mom is driving me bonkers, already. Grandma is supposed to be here within the hour, and she’s freaking out about her house being clean. She had me vacuum the cobwebs from the ceiling in the garage. THE CEILING, BUCKY! Can you imagine little me with a freaking vacuum in the air? She’s lucky I’m balanced enough to do it… and why the hell she needs the cobwebs out of the GARAGE I’ll never know. It’s just for parking the stupid cars! We don’t go in there for anything else! She’s panicking, and it’s stressing me out… *long sigh*… Anyways, I miss you. My sister already asked me if you were coming. She said it wasn’t fair that mom got to meet the hot boyfriend, and she didn’t. While I do agree that you are one sexy dude, it was weird having my sister make those comments… When you get here, beware of her. I think she’s going to try and make you as uncomfortable as possible. I have to go. Grandma just pulled in. Wish me luck! I love you.”

“Bananas! My mom is making me run to the store, in the middle of a damn blizzard for some stupid bananas! Is she serious? I get that it’s Christmas eve, but fuckk. I flip on my high beams, and it looks like I’m in Star Wars going through hyperspace, or some shit… Wait… I don’t think you’ll get that reference… Was it you, or Steve that saw Star Wars? Probably Steve… Anyways, I hate this rental car. All the good vehicles were taken, because everyone else knew it was going to snow, but me. I didn’t even look at the weather. I’m so cranky. I wish you were here. You calm me down when I start to get grouchy. OH! I see the store! I’ll talk to you later… or voicemail at you later, I guess. *Laughs* Oh, I sound insane. Anyways, love you. Bye.”

“THEY’RE OUT OF BANANAS! Who the FUCK is out of bananas, at Christmas? Now, I have to go all the way across town! Ugh… OH! So, I was thinking… Now, don’t freak out, or anything, but… I think we need a dog. THERE! I SAID IT! We need a dog! I need someone to snuggle while you’re away. Natasha gave me the bright idea. We could get an emotional support puppy. That way, the puppy would be beneficial for both of us… Okay… So, I may have already… possibly… maybe… adopted the puppy… BUT DON’T WORRY! He’s a cute little beagle, and he’s house trained! I pick him up when I’m back in New York… Okay, you’re probably mad, but I love him, already… Just… *groans* Don’t be mad. You’ll love him, I swear… His name is George. Got to go, I see the stupid store. Let’s try this again, shall we? Love you! Bye, Bucky!”

“….Buck-”

“…Hi, umm… This is Y/n’s sister, Lena… We haven’t exactly met, yet, but… You should know… There’s been an accident. She was hit on her way home from the store… *sniffs*… Just… Please, call when you get this. It’s important.”

“It’s Lena, again… She’s in surgery. She had some internal bleeding, and… they don’t know if… They don’t know if she’s going to make it. I’m sorry. *choked sob* I’m so sorry. I forgot the bananas, and she offered to get them… I should’ve never let her… I… *Sobs*…”

“Hi, Sweetheart, it’s Y/n’s mother. I know that Y/n said that you were on a job, or something, but we really need to get ahold of you. I don’t know who to call… I don’t know… I don’t know how to get ahold of you, sweetie. It’s not looking good. She’s out of surgery. They don’t… They don’t know, yet. I’ll call with an update.”

“It’s Lena. You should call. It’s bad.”

“Lena, again… It’s been a week… Where the fuck are you?”

“Seriously? Are you even in a relationship with my sister? Where are you?”

“It’s mom, again, sweetheart… I don’t know what you’re doing, but it’s been… ten days? Are you even getting these voicemails?”

“It’s Lena. She died. Thought you should know.”

“Y/n? It’s Tony. Why is your phone shut off? Anyways… I think there’s something we need to talk about… Can you call me back, please?”

“Hey, Y/n. It’s Steve… There’s… There’s been an accident. Bucky’s not doing good. I know you said that we shouldn’t bother you at your Mom’s but… You need to come home.”

“Hey, baby. It’s me. I pulled through. I’m so so sorry, I haven’t even had a chance to listen to your voicemails, yet. I know you told Tony that I should be on the next plane out, but they still have me hooked onto these stupid monitors. It was… a really close call, Doll. I didn’t see the agent, until the last second… I didn’t move in time. I’m sorry. I know you worry so much about me when I’m on these missions… I love you, Doll. I can’t wait to see you. I’ve missed you. I’m going to go listen to your voicemails, now. Can’t wait to hear your voice, again. Love you. Bye.”

“…Was that a fucking joke, Y/n? Please turn your phone on.”

“I’m not fucking around. This isn’t funny. Baby, where are you?”

“I’m fucking getting on a jet, and coming to your mom’s. This isn’t fucking funny, Y/n. Why is your phone off? Fucking call me back. Please.”

“*muffled movement* What… What the fuck happened? (*background* She was in an accident you fucking prick! Where were you? She needed you! You weren’t even fucking there to see her last breath!) I was… I was… I wasn’t even in the country… I…. *sobbing* I’m so sorry, Lena… *muffled movement*…”

“Hey, baby… It’s been a month… I don’t even know why I’m doing this. The therapist said that it might be beneficial. I don’t know… I miss you… so fucking much. I have the dog… I have George… I wish you were here, with me. He’s such a good dog, Doll. He knows to get Steve if I have a nightmare… Which has been happening so much more, now that you’re gone. I miss the nights that you and I would just lay in bed and talk. I miss your voice. This voicemail is nothing compared to the sound of your voice…”

“I keep every single one, you know… I had Tony put them all on a… disk?... for me. I’ve been doing that since you and I started dating. I’ve kept them all… I don’t… I miss you so much.”

“This is my last voicemail. I’m going on a mission. I love you, baby.”

“*sniffs*It’s Steve… I can’t believe I lost you both.”

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Chateau de la Reine / VIVA! FESTA! ~ Cosmos Troupe 2017

Mixed feelings and spoilers ahead!

The Plot: We’ve been blessed with a full script translation thanks to @makalations​‘s hard work, so I’m going to keep it very brief: Mirion is running a scam by double booking two tour groups in the same famous hotel at the same time so she can scrape up enough money to prevent her tour company from going under. Tour participants include Maakun (a novelist trying to find inspiration for his Louis XIV love story) and a bunch of other weirdos, antics ensue as the tour company tries to keep the two groups apart and they all kind of get to know each other.

Overall impressions: On the plus side, pretty much all the main players in Soragumi down to the kumichous had their own little side story going on (except Rui Makise and Rukaze Hikaru who receded into the background for this one), which I appreciated as someone who loves the whole troupe and whose fave was just a black angel. I followed the story with no problem, and I think I always wind up giving extra points to shows that make me feel like my Japanese doesn’t suck. They definitely put together a style, and I enjoyed the ridiculous costumes. I was, however, left curious to know more about what the overall vision was; the backgrounds were so drab it felt like they splurged on a custom wardrobe and ran out of budget. Even though the aesthetics could not be more different, it kind of reminded me of Count’s Daughter in that they bothered to stay out of the recycle bin to tell a visual story, but Count’s Daughter took that down to the last corner of the stage and Chateau de la Reine fell short (maybe this is a DVD problem, I don’t know).

On the minus side, it was lazy comedy with no real character development. It reminded me of being 15 and dying laughing at a lot of truly terrible anime because I was just so into it that you could shove any tired trope down my throat and I’d swallow it enthusiastically and beg for more. Puns so simple I understood them, half the characters rolling their Rs all the time, Louis XIV’s dramatic entrances (you could taste the freeze frame allowing a gust of flower petals to blow by)… NO JOKE, Maakun literally crashes into a door like this:

BUT, there is most definitely a give and take with these things. The trade-off for  a one-act troupe showcase is relying on stereotypes for character development to keep the show under 5 hours. Looking at a theatrical masterpiece like Hoshiai, 3 people got really meaningful roles. So I guess as long as a star’s run has a balance of both, I’ll take this occasionally. I do wish the comedy had been a little more creative. I think I laughed the hardest when poor miserable Zunchan picked her chin up and agreed to lead her shafted tour group to see the opera house “from the outside!” because it was the middle of the night… that was cute!

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Asaka Manato as Kitashirakawa (yeesh) Ukyo, the aforementioned novelist, was not what I’d call brilliant because it was not the most brilliant character… but she got to do some things she is uniquely good at, namely being kind of a jerkface and performing physically improbable feats of weirdness with her lanky limbs. Entertaining within the parameters of everyone here being a caricature.

Misaki Rion was equally the lead and very much boss lady in charge. I heard a lot of complaints that Reiko was not a role worthy of Mirion considering she retired on it, but I’m not sure what more you can expect out of a career spanning 2 partners and iconic leads like Aida and Elisabeth. This was a strange little show and for what it was I liked Reiko; I also liked that she basically orchestrated the whole scam. It was a much more interesting premise than a love story. Despite it being Maakun and Mirion’s last show together I didn’t even mind that it was romance-lite; they finished on equal footing holding hands, and that pretty much sums up their wonderful partnership for me.

Makaze Suzuho as the apparition of Louis XIV, dwelling in the chateau that was formerly his and inspiring Kitashirakawa’s novel, was probably my favorite part of the show if I toss my biases aside. Her Louis exuded an air of being so very done with all of these ridiculous people, while simultaneously being completely unaware that he’s definitely the most ridiculous person present. It was delightful.

Aizuki Hikaru as a tacky old rich real estate magnate with a toupee, and his arm candy/former hostess Hoshikaze Madoka, were the height of caricature; we learn almost nothing about them beyond that bare bones backstory and what’s conveyed through their clothing and their age difference. Nothing against their performances, but on the show level this was one instance where despite a lack of effort put into characterization we’re just supposed to find them funny (he’s old and absurd and she’s young and silly and they’re dating, get it??). I do appreciate Aichan’s willingness to lean all the way into a completely over the top character. This was a layup for Madoka.

Sumiki Sayato plays Makoto, a kind of grumpy cop paired against his will with Sorahane Riku’s Crayon, who is ostensibly a man in drag (we’re not given enough information to nail down Crayon’s gender identity). Crayon takes a shine to Makoto immediately, and this is another trope we’re just supposed to find funny—grouchy dude doesn’t want anything to do with the always-cheerful, flamboyant drag queen who won’t take no for an answer. WORKING WITH WHAT WE’VE GOT, I enjoyed both of their performances. Akkii is too sweet to fully immerse herself in the jerk who’s just a jerk for the sake of being a jerk, which made her eventual softening both foreseeable and convincing. Riku was hamming it up, and the fact that she was a head taller than Akkii in her heels really made the whole dynamic. And they got a kiss!

Sakuragi Minato plays Togawa, another guide in Reiko’s tour company, responsible for the group that paid less and thus constantly struggling to keep them out of the hotel at the choicest hours. This role was a waste of Zunchan, yet I can’t imagine anyone other than Zunchan in this role. She was adorable and pitiful and 110% invested; I just watch her constantly evolving offstage and I’m waiting for that role that makes me go WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH ZUNCHAN?!

Junya Chitose as the editor was another highlight. She’s both wholly supportive of Kitashirakawa’s eccentricity and a force to be reckoned with herself, and she spends most of her stage time drunk/ hungover/ flirting with Sora. When she’s stumbling, glasses askew, on the silver bridge, you can’t help but pray to the gods she’s not leaving with the next show.

KazukimotherfuckingSora as Pierre, the only one aside from chief bellboy Sao who really has to speak French, was A CHOICE, because she CANNOT DO THAT. There’s a scene where she tells everyone she remembered the name of a place and it sounds like she’s choking. But like everything else she does she took her adorable lavender blazer and ran with it, and I was in stitches, and honestly I don’t know who else she could have played. I miss you, you dumb idiot <3

Mentions: Kumichous were a married couple (<3), Reimi Urara was the memory of Louis’s lover with not a heck of a lot to do, and my not-a-real-character shout out this time goes to club singer Fuuma Kakeru (and Sao finding a way, at great pains I’m sure, to make issuing orders to the other bellboys sexy).

VIVA! FESTA! was not Hot Eyes but nothing will ever be Hot Eyes.

Quick hits:

Catchy theme song, catchier yosakoi chuuzume that had me dancing at work all day today feeling grateful I don’t go to the office

Worth it alone for Night on Bald Mountain featuring Kumichou taking center stage in a very Maleficent getup

I’m not into this boy band trend… but I am also aware that whether or not I am into this boy band trend in the moment depends heavily on who is pointing and winking at me

The festa theme could definitely have been more obvious throughout, but props to Nakamura S. for not falling back on Carnivale for a change. I could honestly watch an entire revue of yosakoi

Can I have a Sora angle? God that kid can dance. I REALLY MISS YOU, YOU DUMB IDIOT <3

Not a set of all-time winners, but I liked everything enough to watch again!

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