#Holly x Batty

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MERRY CHRISTMAS MY STABBYS!! ✨🎄🎉🎇

* Merry Christmas everyone! (And new years, I’ll probably make a new years sans to go for that day! ✨)

* The sad part about this art is that we won’t see these characters until next Christmas and Halloween so this will be their last times being shown y’all, I’m happy that I got to draw them together one last time! (This is my 2nd time drawing Holly to! 😭)

* This Art took a long time to make since their so detail and all!

* Anyways hope y’all enjoy y’all Christmas and make sure to hang out with your family/friends! (PS: Take care of yourself as well!)

* schedule post btw! ✨🎄

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Sweetheart Grip (John Egan x OC)

Summary: Day 21 - Gun Play. Bucky remembers hearing somewhere that a girl is a gun. [AO3 link | Kinktober 2024 Masterlist]

Note: This is probably trashy and in poor taste but whatever! Visual reference for what a sweetheart grip is can be found here.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Inevitable historical and technical inaccuracies, obviously unsafe handling of a gun. Sexually explicit content involving elements of gunplay.

Holly’s eyebrows furrowed when she looked down the long, unfamiliar hallway. Still, at a quarter after seven, she walked until she got to the third door on the left, as she was asked to do earlier that day. Filled with boxes and miscellaneous supplies, all covered in a thin coat of dust, it was almost like everyone had forgotten about that back office, though the lights turned on when she flipped the switch. She wondered how Bucky even knew about it, considering he hadn’t even worked as an Air Exec for all that long.

No evidence of him around, but she’d wait. Sometimes he ran a little late to their rendezvous, so she made herself comfortable on top of the desk in the corner of the room, her legs swinging back and forth above the scuffed floor until she heard footsteps approaching.

Bucky smiled when he saw her, closing the door behind him. “No one saw you, right?”

“I don’t think so.” The lock clicked. “Sounds like you wanna get us in trouble.”

“I’m trying to keep us out of trouble.”

She hopped down from the desk, a bit hesitant as she walked over to him. “You’ve been acting kind of cagey lately. You know you can talk to me, right?”

“I know that, doll. I’m just not great at surprises, and I didn’t wanna ruin it before it was ready.”

The corners of her lips turned up slightly. “What surprise?”

He stuck his hand in his jacket pocket, making his way over to the desk she’d been sitting on. She eagerly followed, startled to see a gun on top of the worn wood grain until she took a closer look at the grip.

“Oh my god, that’s me!”

He grinned. “Who else?”

“How’d you do this? With the photo and everything?”

“Wasn’t that hard to get Woody on board. She did one hell of a job,” he said.

She took his face in her hand, standing on her toes to kiss him. “It’s so… sexy,” she confessed, her cheeks flushed pink. “Makes me feel like I’m the girl in one of those gangster pictures or something.” Her hand hovered just above the grip. “Can I?”

“It’s not loaded, but be careful.”

“How do I hold this thing like I know what I’m doing?” 

He shrugged his jacket off and came up behind her, positioning her arms before placing his hands over hers. “Always treat it like it’s loaded, and don’t point it at anyone unless you wanna shoot ‘em.” 

His fingers caressed the middle knuckle on her left hand, where the raised scar was. When he initially bandaged up her hand, he honestly didn’t think she needed stitches. It was too late for that when he unwrapped the gauze to redress the wounds and noticed how oddly the broken skin over her knuckle was healing. She claimed she didn’t mind.

“So you put your finger on the trigger—”

“And then I say, ‘Put the money in the bag and nobody gets hurt.’”

He laughed, the soft rumble of his body, so close to hers, made her eyes flutter shut for a moment. The day when they wouldn’t have to sneak around the way they did couldn’t come soon enough. At the very least, if Chick knew about their relationship, he tolerated it, even if he couldn’t outright condone it. They were better together.

“Alright, Bonnie, then what?” he asked, his lips close to her ear.

“We hide out in a nice hotel somewhere, lay low for a while,” she said softly.

A pleased hum rolled through his chest. “I like the sound of that, you and me in bed for a week.”

She glanced up at him, a slight smile on her lips to find him staring down at her. 

Licking her lips, she looked at the pistol nestled in their hands. “Pull the trigger.”

“What?”

“You said it’s not loaded. I just wanna see.”

He glanced at her, intrigued by her request, even more so by the strange look in her eyes. Bringing his gaze forward, his finger curled to the sound of an empty click. A shiver ran down his spine as she gasped, pressing herself against him.

“Do it again.”

Click.

Her voice was breathy. “Again.”

Click.

“Are you getting off on this?” he asked, his voice hoarser than he was expecting.

She tilted her head back against his chest, shameless in the face of his accusation. “Why, are you?”

He swallowed roughly. Of course she could feel his cock growing hard in his trousers, pressed against her back as closely as he was. Wanted to give some smart response, but found himself unusually flustered by the situation.

“Jesus Christ, Holly.”

It was as if he blinked, and she bent over the desk, her panties and stockings pulled down to her knees, her skirt hiked up over her ass. He placed the gun down next to her, the grip right in her line of sight. Mesmerized, she stared at it, the plexiglass-encased photo of herself smiling back at her. His hands shook as he rushed to free his cock, straining almost painfully against his clothing.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked.

“I think so—”

“You better,” she said, looking at him from over her shoulder through half-hooded lids, her dark brown eyes nearly pinning him in place. “I know you’re not shooting blanks, are you, Major?”

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck—fuck—just hold on—”

He searched frantically through his jacket pockets until he found one and tore open the packaging to slip it on. Something in his brain was short-circuiting, the way she looked at him, spoke to him, he nearly whined when she called to him with a gentle, “Baby?”

She bit hard on her lip when Bucky pushed inside her, frustration crashing over her when she tasted blood. She wanted him to hear how good he was making her feel. But for the time being, she reached back, placing a hand over one of his that was gripping her waist. Her thumb rubbed against his skin gently, and upon looking at the pistol again, she felt overwhelmed by her sweet, sentimental, sensitive Bucky. Something about the way he looked at her, held her, transcended mere affection, actually made her feel like a person again.

“You’re so good to me,” she said, as softly as she could manage, though a moan caught in her throat when she added, “You’re everything.”

Never thought she’d find a man who could make her feel that way again, her heart pounding against her ribcage as if about to burst through so she could present it to him in kind. 

She withdrew her hand from its place on top of his to grip the edge of the desk. So close, so fucking close she could scream. Bucky was never all that good at keeping quiet, even when they had to be, like then, with his face buried in the crook of her neck to muffle the sound of his moans.

“Please,” he whimpered against her skin, “doll, please.”

“I know, baby. I’m almost—fuck—keep going.”

It was the sweetheart grip that pushed her over the edge. She wasn’t sure why she curled her fingers around it, dangerous and intimate, the thrill it sent through her set her off, pleasure tearing through her so violently that she could hardly hold herself up on top of the desk. Her chest lay flush against it when Bucky came, and for a few moments afterward, the room was unnervingly silent save for their heavy breathing.

“Christ,” Bucky groaned as he pulled out.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “Was that—was I too much?”

“If I knew you had that in you, I would’ve gotten this a lot sooner.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t wanna scare you off.”

She smiled, leaning up on her elbows to look at him over her shoulder again. “If you wanna get rid of me, it won’t be that easy, Major.”

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It feels like the first time

Jackie Hoving, Between You and Me, 2020, Archival print collage with paint on panel. 18 x 24 in.

Tiger Strikes Asteroid: It feels like the first time May 22 – September 30, 2021 Mana Contemporary Chicago, Floor 5

[Schedule appt through Mana’s website here] [View the show on Artsy]

Tiger Strikes Asteroid: It feels like the first time is the first-ever, largest, and most comprehensive survey show that brings together the exhibition’s namesake network of artist-run spaces in Philadelphia, New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, and Greenville, SC. Curated by Teresa Silva and Holly Cahill, two of the cooperative’s own members in Chicago, the exhibition includes nearly 50 of their peers with works inside Mana Contemporary’s main gallery.

Since its founding in 2009, Tiger Strikes Asteroid has been dedicated to creating a true network of artists, expanding connections and building community through artist-initiated exhibitions, projects, and curatorial opportunities. The cooperative programs through a model of horizontal, rather than vertical growth, as well as a dynamic exchange of ideas and resources between cities. An ever-evolving experimental and intentional community, at once independent and interdependent, and nonhierarchical in uplifting underrepresented work and voices, Tiger Strikes Asteroid offers new contexts for the work of emerging, mid-career and established artists.

It feels like the first time is a watershed moment; it’s the first and most inclusive exhibition showcasing works by Tiger Strikes Asteroid members together, a constellation of conversations that delve into one’s sensorial experiences. Both sprawling and specific, the show’s framework slips into preoccupations with material memory and collections, the uncanny, touch and personal space, meditative gestures, existing power structures and belief systems. This framework of ideas is unsettled and shifting like the world itself.

ARTISTS Carl Baratta, matthew anthony batty, Megan Biddle, Samantha Box, Johanna Braun, Mark Brosseau, Holly Cahill, Cecile Chong, Vanessa Chow, Vincent Como, April Dauscha, Rachel de Cuba, Suzanne Dittenber, Yael Eban, Cait Finley, Rachael Gorchov, Alexis Granwell, Mary Henderson, Jackie Hoving, Olivia Jia, Daniel Johnson, Debra Kayes, Lucas Kelly, Amy Lee Ketchum, Zehra Khan, Nichola Kinch, Julia Klein, Susan Klein, Adam Lovitz, Hirona Matsuda, Nicole Mauser, Samantha Mitchell, Kara Mshinda, Michael Niemetz, Liz Nurenberg, Alex Paik, Norm Paris, Andrew Prayzner, Kari Reardon, Terri Saulin, Fred Schmidt-Arenales, Kelsey Sheaffer, Pacifico Silano, Christopher Ulivo, Luke Whitlatch, Sun You

[gotojobin]

#おたく#otaku #BuddyfightX #バディファイトX #FutureCardBuddyfightX #将来のカードバディファイトX #kingdevinjoseph #キングデビンジョセフ #gotojobin #HappyBlackHistoryMonth #BlackHistoryMonth #HappyBlackHistoryMonth2018 #BlackHistoryMonth2018 Mikado is here Kingdom Kingdom Aiba Gakuen Primary School 6 years 11 pairs CV Mizuno Mariyo Buddy the Devil's Dragon Butts Deck Rape Demon Lord Dragon, Royal Sky Army hero. Buddy fighter. Buddy Fight is looking forward to not only fighting to win the strongest but also fighting hotly with trusting buddy monsters. In World Buddy Masters who was chosen as Dragon World delegate, he decorated the wonderful victory. I believed from Batty 's bats to himself for the first time that he was "not a rough but bad guy", in fact, it turned out that Bats himself was manipulated and destroyed his hometown, and that intuition was right. A skill of unconventional Aiki Jujutsu and a skill of nationwide competition triple game. The house has become an unstoppable dojo. It has a lot of troublesome experience and dislikes being bent. When fighting as a deciding place and helping people who are in trouble, turn the school run over and become "sunbancho". Favorite food is octopus. The second Mirage card which the master brought up with as a life saw is set as the flag card "Ryu Dengami" led by thunder army. He went to the temple of Dragon World himself at the crisis of dissolution of the buddy, joined forces with Sautly Holly Swords Dragon and solved the seal.

[lostloveletters]

Baby's Got It Bad (John Egan x OC)

Summary: Day 27 - Breast Worship.  Holly knows how to take care of her darling, exhausted husband after he's been away for so long. [AO3 link | Kinktober 2024 Masterlist]

Note: I’m not gonna lie this fic would not exist without Elizabeth Shue’s performance in season 1 of The Boys 🫡

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Sexually explicit content involving gentle femdom, breast worship, praise kink, handjobs, come-eating.

When she heard the front door open, Holly glanced away from the movie magazine she was reading to look at the clock on her bedside table. 9:37. Not too late, but from the lack of fanfare upon Bucky’s arrival home, his prompt trudging up the stairs, footsteps slow and heavy, she knew her husband was exhausted.

He sure sounded it on the phone earlier, letting her know with weariness in his voice that he’d be getting in later than he thought. Could’ve sworn she heard him stifle a yawn on the other end of the line, but even if she had told him to call a cab, and they could get his car in the morning, he’d insist it was nothing a cup of coffee couldn’t fix.

He opened the bedroom door, setting his suitcase down beside it and offering her a tired smile. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“You’re one to talk,” she said. “Did you eat? I made a plate for you.”

He shook his head. “I’m wiped.”

“Poor thing,” she said, the sincerity in her voice sent warmth flushing through his tired body. “C’mere then and get some rest.” She set her magazine aside, revealing her bare breasts and extending her arms to him. 

He undressed, his clothes haphazardly left on the floor before rushing into her embrace. Burying his face in her chest, he let out a sigh like a sad old street hound. Her heart lurched. She carded her fingers through his curly hair, gently petting him as he nuzzled his nose against her tit.

“I missed you while you were away,” she said. “Did you miss me?”

His answer was a muffled moan against her soft, supple breast. 

“I know you did, baby,” she cooed. “You called me almost every night to tell me how much.”

Her eyelids fluttered shut for a moment, taking in his mouth on her skin, warm and full of worship. His tongue lavished attention on her nipple, and his big hand took care of her other tit, massaging until it was tender. She whimpered his name, cradling his head against her chest.

By the morning, there’d be a mark above one of her breasts, soft lilac that would threaten to peek above a daring neckline. Once in a while she’d wear something low-cut on purpose, just to catch the silent recognition in people’s eyes, watch them play the scene to themselves, and then attempt to keep their gaze off of it, almost impossible once they noticed.

“I hate when you’re away for so long.” She hummed pleasantly when he caught one of her nipples between his teeth. He glanced up at her to shoot her the slightest smile, earning her fingertips scratching against his scalp. “Almost makes me forget how handsome you are.”

Back in England, he returned to her with scars littered across his skin, his mind too, leaving him with nightmares or odd hang-ups. She didn’t adore him any less for it. Made her want to take care of him the way he did so well for her. Sometimes, she felt like he was the only person who really understood her, and for that, he deserved unending affection.

“Let me take care of you, baby. I know it’s been a while,” she said.

He whined in relief against her breast, his retreating mouth leaving a glossy strand of saliva from his pouting bottom lip to her nipple.

Kneeling in front of her, presenting himself to her, she saw the vulnerability in his eyes and all the trust that came with it. Her chest ached with excruciating tenderness. She never loved anyone the way she loved him.

She held out her hand, and without further instruction he spit into it, keeping eye contact with her like she usually wanted. He moaned when she wrapped her hand around his shaft, spreading his saliva on his aching cock. 

His panting filled the room, a sound so heavy it moved through her. She studied him, her eyes darting across his body for the tells she’d come to recognize so intimately. A shaky breath that rattled through his chest, his big hands clutching the covers once, twice, then a moment of hesitation because he wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands before grabbing at the floral patterned duvet again.

Her fingernails scraped gently against his trembling thighs. “Are you close?”

“Yeah,” he managed, would’ve been embarrassed at how desperate his voice sounded if it were anyone but Holly in front of him.

“You can cum whenever you like, baby,” she said.

He groaned in response, his head lulling back as his hips jerked. Bucky never came quietly, but long gone were the days where he had to bury his face in a pillow or her neck to stifle his moans of pleasure. Sometimes she still shoved her panties in his mouth, just because she liked the way lace, spit, and desperation looked on him. But watching his throat as he came, she knew it wasn’t the night for that.

“That’s it,” she said, her voice soft as she encouraged him, pumping his cock until it was limp in her hand. “Let it all out.”

Chest heaving, he stared at the cum painted across her chest with bleary eyes until she cradled his face with the same hand she used to bring him to climax.

“Be good and clean up after yourself,” she ordered gently. 

Without hesitation, he lapped at her breasts, his head spinning, stomach doing flips at the taste of himself on her. Sweat, semen, and soap intermingled on his tongue, not entirely pleasant, but the way she looked at him made his breath hitch. So warm and loving, he wanted to be good for her, to make her happy. Waiting up to take care of him the way only she could.

Holly smiled, pleased with how well he cleaned her up. “That’s my Bucky.” His lips glistening with spit and cum, blue eyes hazy like a warm lake after a cool summer rain, his dark, curly hair soaked with sweat—he looked as if every wet dream she ever had came true. “Why don’t you kiss me so I know how much you love me?”

In less than a heartbeat his mouth was on hers. She reveled in the taste, an intimate tang that made her moan softly as it settled on her tongue. Caressing his cheek, she smiled when he leaned into her touch.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice strained. 

Poor thing could barely keep his eyes open.

“I love you, too.” Her gaze was fond as she brushed her thumb against the corner of his mouth, barely resisting the urge to push it between his swollen lips. “Get some sleep, baby.”

[lostloveletters]

sooooo what are ya working on next😁

Hi! Chapter 15 of Bruised Fruit is my biggest priority right now because I'm straight up embarrassed at how long it's been since I last updated🫠

Anyone who follows me on main and has seen what I've been posting recently will not be surprised by this at all, but priest!Michael Corleone x Reader has kind of wormed its way inside my brain (call me RFK Jr. I guess) so that's been outlined in concerning detail and self-indulgent as hell. But I'm writing it for me🫡

I think I mentioned the Woody/Brady fics already? One's pre-relationship and the other's post-war. I'm not sure when those will be posted, though. As far as Holly and Bucky go, I don't know! I want to write something for them, but I'm not feeling anything in particular that I have in the brain dump doc standing out to me right now. So we'll see!

🦇 Battie

[lostloveletters]

sleepover weekend ask: what are your favorite fics you’ve written for holly x bucky and woody x brady

Hi! So for Holly/Bucky, I'd say Damn Yankees (which I did title after the musical. I had to. It's about a Nationals fan who makes a Faustian deal with the devil to help the Nats beat the Yankees).

Woody/Brady, I know I just wrote it, and it's on the shorter side, but I Left My Heart in San Francisco.

🦇 Battie

[lostloveletters]

hope im not too late!!

11 and 33 for buck x leona

4 and 46 for bucky x holly

You're totally good! Thank you for sending these in🖤

Buck/Leona

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell? They both do, and usually they can tell something's off, but as time goes on they get better at picking up on it. There's a lot of like adjusting to how differently their relationship looks and feels compared to their respective previous marriages. Leona tends to react more on the defensive when Buck asks what’s wrong because she’s used to any answer besides “Nothing” turning into an argument.

33. Who's the better cook? Leona and it's not even close... (I’m so sorry but this man has probably put ketchup on his pasta😔)

Bucky/Holly

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be 'protected'? Bucky’s more protective, but after the war I think it’s pretty even when it comes to like looking out for each other emotionally.

46. Would they get frisky at the movies by themselves? Not only yes, but Holly and Stan did get kicked out of a movie for that, and she'd find it hilarious if it happened a second time with Bucky🤭

🦇 Battie

[lostloveletters]

woodybrady 35 and 51!

Thank you!

35. Who’s more artistic? He is! He’s a musician, after all. Because I’m unwell just in general but also about them, there’s also a composer!Brady x muse!Woody AU that floats around my brain sometimes like a DVD logo. 

51. What’s a non-verbal way they say “I love you”? I strongly believe John Brady is an acts of service type of guy, and Woody’s had to look after herself for so long, he likes being able to take care of her. For Woody, it’s a lot of touching—holding his hand in a crowd or reaching for him even at home. She never had much of that at all (besides Holly), and likes to remind herself that he’s there and he’s real and he’s hers.

🦇 Battie

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TSA_PDF

TSA_PDF is a series of printable exhibitions curated by Tiger Strikes Asteroid. People are invited to download and print these works on their home printers and share their “install shots,” which we will share on social media and our website. We view these exhibitions as a fun, experimental way to bring something physical and meaningful into people’s homes as they socially distance.

TSA_PDF 022: it’s when tourists get diarrhea at south america curated by galería juniin November 1 - 30

TSA_PDF x SVA: The Artist Residency Project (Fall 2021) September 1 - 30

TSA_PDF 021: Tiger Cubs, curated by Alfred Safier and Mary Henderson August 1 - 31

TSA_PDF 020: Notations, curated by Samantha Mitchell June 1 - July 30

TSA_PDF x SVA: The Artist Residency Project (Winter) April 2 - 30

TSA_PDF 019: Lines Inside, edited and compiled by Lizzy De Vita and Roni Aviv March 5 - 31, 2021

TSA_PDF 018: Conversation Pieces, curated by Rose Van Mierlo and Brooke Tomiello February 1 - 28

TSA_PDF 017: Future Bodies, curated by Carl Baratta and Grimoire January 16 - 31

TSA_PDF 016: Like Dirt
, curated by Glory Day Loflin
 January 1-15

TSA_PDF 015: The Space Between Us, curated by Debra Kayes December 16 - 31, 2020

TSA_PDF: TSA x SVA Fall 2020 December 1 - 15, 2020

TSA_PDF 014: Un Pa Mi, Un Pa Bo, Un Pe, curated by Rachel de Cuba November 16 - 30

TSA_PDF 013: Exhibitionisms November 1 - 15

TSA_PDF 012: Drawing Districts, curated by Suzanne Dittenber October 16 - 31, 2020

TSA_PDF 011: And That Is Where A Bobcat Is Right Now, curated by matthew anthony batty October 1 - 15, 2020

TSA_PDF 010: It’s Electric!, curated by Susan Klein September 16 - 30

TSA_PDF 009: Sand Between My Teeth, curated by Adam Lovitz September 1 - 15, 2020

TSA_PDF x SVA: The Artist Residency Project August 21 - September 4, 2020

TSA_PDF 008: Not Made for This, curated by Li-Ming Hu August 16 - 31, 2020

TSA_PDF 007: Boldly There, curated by Cait Finley August 1-15, 2020

TSA_PDF 006: Picturing, curated by Holly Cahill July 16 - 30, 2020

TSA_PDF 005: Suffer Our Values, curated by Carl Baratta July 1 - 15, 2020

TSA_PDF 004: Strictural Structures of Radical Reduction, curated by Vincent Como June 1 - 30, 2020

TSA_PDF 003: Other Places, curated by Mark Brosseau May 15 - 31, 2020

TSA_PDF 002: Zone V, curated by Yael Eban May 1 - 14, 2020

TSA_PDF 001: Distance, curated by Alex Paik April 15 - 30, 2020