#Johnny Sampson

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Welcome to a very special edition of Star Wars Reactions!

For our 170th episode, hosts Aaron Harris and David Modders are thrilled to sit down with the author of “Star Wars Dad Jokes”, Kelly Knox! 

Join the discussion as they explore the creative process, Kelly’s journey through fandom, and so much more. 

Plus, for a special Star Wars Dad Joke of the Week, Aaron, David and Kelly all share their favorite jokes from the book!

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A Chat With Kelly Knox

All About“Star Wars Dad Jokes”

Kelly’s Journey through Fandom

Speed Round

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Special Star Wars Dad Joke of the Week

Star Wars Reactions: Elegant discussions for a more civilized age!

“Star Wars: Dad Jokes, The Best, Worst Dad Jokes from a Galaxy Far, Far Way” written by Kelly Knox, illustrated by Johnny Sampson, published by Chronicle Books, available now!! Look for it wherever you get books or click here to order your copy!

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MUSIC MONDAY: Ultimate “Soul of the Season” Christmas Soundtrack – Deluxe Expanded Edition (LISTEN)

MUSIC MONDAY: Ultimate “Soul of the Season” Christmas Soundtrack – Deluxe Expanded Edition (LISTEN)

by Jeff Meier (FB: Jeff.Meier.90) We hope that all of you in the Good Black News family are enjoying the holiday season and all the prep that goes along with it. As many longtime readers know, Good Black News couldn’t survive the holidays without our Spotify Christmas music mixes playing in the background. So, today, we’ve updated one of our most popular playlists ever to share with you again,…

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So. Back after getting sick and mostly recovered, and able to write again. This one has been editted a few times, and yes the visit continues to next part. Skulker narrates again as Sampson is difficult to write—yes she’s getting more narration at somepoint i hope, but our fave gorilla is not cooperating, and Danny is not awake.

Masterlist Here

Enjoy the contained(?) chaos.

Danny’s awful hospital visit pt 1

Danny was tired. So, so tired. But he had to patrol. Taco’s antics didnt stop his other rogues from existing or causing problems. But whatever power that be who chose mercy? He was sooo making fudge for tomorrow, and setting up an altar.

All hail ‘no one else on patrol’ god(s). May their pillows be their preferred temperature at all times, their food just right and the ambiance absolute. Or whatever.

That pull was back, the one he always got by the portal and let it lead him home.

He barely clocked the heat from the water or pressure change. Just bounced a bit before going to Sleep Spot and curling up.

Some Asshole grabbed him and he bit them. Not hard enough to take off a limb, sadly. He was too tired for that.

Then he was in Warm Arms like Dad, but Dad isnt purple…

Whatever, Nocturne take the wheel. he’s sleepy

There was some jostling, but nothing he couldn’t sleep through.

Then he was being pulled. And there was screaming and yelling but he didn’t understand ANYTHING.

His head hurt. His tail hurthurt.

His eyes got too hot in Sampson’s arms and he Wailed.

The yelling stopped and he clung to Not Dad But Close Enough.

There were too many people in there.

But they stopped making sounds. He curled back into Not Dad’s arms and went back to sleep as Safe Soft was talking somewhere and would keep him safesafesafe

—-

Skulker was true to his word, and recruited Ember, Kitty and Johnny 13 in distracting the ectopus assaulting the Whelp.

Seeing Ember’s Bandmates throwing ectoblasts outside of trickshots and dares was an oddity. And a good reminder of why one does not enrage a performer: their fans and allies come in droves of untrained and un-to-semi-tapped potential destruction.

Skulker was preoccupied with keeping Sampson invisible in the Aquarium to observe their skills firsthand, despite requesting their aide.

The Whelp floated in, shrunk to a small, finned creature who’s tail was far too fancy for his liking as he flopped into the water.

One of the nursing sharks swam with him and her calf, nudging him to something Skulker didn’t see.

He moved to stop them.

Sampson snarled and hit her chest. She became especially loud he moved to grab the brat, and it was a miracle the Whelp didn’t hear them.

He tried to glare back at her, only to get a face full of protectLOVEmineSoncherishSafesafesafe

Right…he had to wait for the mother to give the go ahead before nabbing the overgrown Newly Dead. Liminals.

The crashing and slips of tentacle from the far walls were far from comforting, but there wasn’t a ghost in existence dumb enough to test a parent regarding their young. Not that he’d come across and survived.

Sampson circled the tanks with low huffs as she inspected the one with the whelp hiding in the rock crevice she could not get into, given the who-knew-how-many-galleons tank and her inability to breathe underwater, unlike her fishy son.

Once Sampson deemed it ‘safe’; she moved to the closest part of the tanks and banged her chest until her fist flew through it. She moved through the glass slowly compared to the Whelp, but she is still learning to use more than just her strength if he wasn’t mistaken. A few moments later she came out cradling she her sleeping son, mertail hanging limply and softly biting his forefins, despite her best efforts to move his teething elsewhere.

Ember’s guitar rocked the building as Skulker guided Sampson out and kept them invisible. The last thing the whelp needed was someone connecting Topo’s assaults with all of his identities and alter egos.

Skulker increasingly regretted not getting to mount this Taco on a hospital wall for the time being. Especially as the ectopus made another wild grab, only for shadow to phase through him and get hit with a falling beam that stuck.

Safekeeping the Whelp first, debate ending the ectopus later. Hunting a ghost that hasn’t even had their first shedding this viscously, to the point of soul regressions, was beyond poor taste… what are the chances the hospital would help him press charges in the Greater Courts over this? Low. Very low…

Kitty’s warcry brought him back to reality. Johnny and Shadow tailed Taco with Ember hot on his heels.

The sight soothed some of his wrath. The whelp is a bastard, but no new ghost deserves a third of what Taco is putting Phantom through, stressed to soul regression…

And the ectopus has the gaul to keep going.

Leading Sampson to the Whelp’s haunt wasn’t as difficult when she remembered to stay invisible. Key word: when.

The Whelp managing to turn them both intangible in his sleep was an unexpected boon, especially when passing a group of living teens.

The mention of the Whelp’s darker frightmate hunting down whatever killed Sampson and the ‘baby mer’ were not his problem.

Managing to get into the Whelp’s familial haunt was annoying as usual—but he is far better at dodging than the whelp and the amateur hunters who can’t even skin a Newly Dead.

Pathetic, but not unexpected from living non-liminals playing with the Realms.

Getting into the basement to the portal was rather simple given the whelp’s sister distracting her parents with some essay of hers. And the thumbs up she gave him…

He had a feeling for all she can’t get a ghost’s name right, she will be just as much of a problem once he gives the whelp his necessary skinning.

Carbon existences, he’d never understand them and their ‘physical needs’.

The portal felt odd with the Whelp. A deathwail and a choking sensation stuck itself to his real body, not his prosthetic.

He shook it off, only to see Sampson flying through walls in the Zone. That was a nightmare to wrangle and direct.

“Sampson no—that is not the way to the Healers! This way, follow me or so help me I will carry you to the hospital and let you explain the whelp’s condition!”

Sampson bared her teeth before acquiescing. forced the time being at least. Wandering off was expected, but unwelcome. After the diagnosis they could do that. Not before.

Who knows if she’ll wander into a portal with the whelp? And that would be as good as an ending sentence for those two.

Skulker almost cried when the hospital specializing in pre-shed ghostlings came into view, and understood the what was going on before he could try and explain.

“Nurse Practitioner Amira, another Unshed—mentioned Phantom may be forced to come here soon, i take it you are his Chosen Parent?”

“Not me,” Skulker threw his hands up. “This one, Sampson.”

Amira smiled a bit too sharply for a moment. “Ah. A liminal of another species, in charge of the unshed halfa… can she understand ghost speak?”

Sampson snarled in response, while rocking the Whelp.

“Understood. I can take the halfa into an examine room. Are you available to translate as needed? Liminals are more difficult to understand.”

Sampson glared at him.

He caved. “I am available for this visit, future ones uncertain. I do have a haunt to manage and others i need to tend to, besides the whelp.”

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Take Me Back to Eden

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand/Reader (V)

Warnings: Reader is V, No use of V, No use of Y/N (Don't get used to that from me lol), Cunnilingus (F receiving oral sex), P in V sex, Fluff with a little bit of angst (because V/Reader is a dummy and so is Johnny), Vaginal fingering, use of pet names (Bright-eyes and baby), alcohol consumption.

Summary: V/Reader is in love with the reformed ghost in her head, but she's pretty sure it's just her, oh how wrong she is.

GIF by: Keanuphile

Notes: I finished the game, I'm not okay, so I'm writing fanfiction about it. Cross posted to AO3

Minors DNI

The tequila burned as it raced down your throat, so did the whiskey chaser that followed it. The music of The Afterlife was pounding in your ears and brain as the liquor took hold and made your muscles relax, jaw no longer clenching quite so tight.

You caught Claire’s eye and lifted the empty glass in a wordless request for another, which got a nod of acknowledgement in return, but she was already with a couple of customers so it would be a moment. That was fine. You were nothing if not patient.

So patient that you managed to get yourself stuck in a loop of waiting for the reformed ghost in your brain to realize you’re in love with him and had been since you helped him go on a date with Rogue, like a gonk, and knowing he probably never will, or if he does figure it out, to care enough to act on it.

You’d seen his memories. Know what loving Johnny Silverhand does to a person. Yet here you are, as if one almost death sentence wasn’t enough for you.

There was a split second, when you were carrying each other out of Arasaka HQ, when you thought he might have felt the same. You’d fallen to your knees, legs refusing to keep going, and he’d gripped you tight and said you needed to get up, that he couldn’t leave without you, that he needed you.

At the time you’d thought there was something else there, the way he’d said it sounded so…Soft. But now you’re pretty sure it was the adrenaline and your grey matter still reeling from Alt fucking with it to give you your body back that made you cling to your hopeless desperation for the man you knew you couldn’t have, not in the way you wanted him.

“You stare any harder at that shot glass and your Koroshi’s’ll shoot lasers.” Came Claire’s voice, yanking you from your thoughts.

You cleared your throat awkwardly and shifted back in your seat while the other woman refilled both glasses. “Thanks.” You said before throwing the first one back.

“Trouble in paradise?” The Bartender asked as she leaned on the counter, giving you her full attention. After helping Claire resolve her business with Sampson, you both got closer, close enough that you felt comfortable telling her about Johnny and the Relic. Johnny had teased you about the attraction you had felt toward the other woman, but it was nothing compared to what you felt toward him.

“Gotta be paradise for that to happen.” You answered before shaking your head. “Nah, just me being a gonk, like always.” You said it more to the glass in your hand than the woman in front of you.

“You know, torturing yourself won’t solve anything.” Claire said lowly, so only you could hear her. “He hasn’t been to see Rogue since you both got back. From what you’ve told me, that means something.”

Your face was warm as you met Claire’s gaze, whether you were just that easy to read or Claire was using her magic bartender powers you didn’t know, but it didn’t really matter. She was right.

“I’m not gonna be another notch in his belt.” You downed your remaining drink. “And I’m not going to follow him around like some thirsty little groupie.” It came out a little bitter, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t picturing Alt when you said the words.

You’re being unfair, you know you are. Alt loved Johnny for real, that much was obvious, so summing her up as something as simple as a groupie is cruel to the deceased woman, but you can’t fight the sour burn in your belly that threatens to turn you green.

Claire let out a sigh and shook her head. “Yet, that’s what you’re doing.” That gets a glare and Claire’s eyes are hard as she stares back. “Don’t look at me like that. You know I’m right.” She steadies herself on the bar with both hands and she leans into your space. “You told me yourself that he hates when people beat around the bush. So fucking talk to him before you end up old, grey, and still pinning. Or worse, one of you dies again.”

That snaps you from your cloud of self-pity, but not in the way Claire was probably hoping for. “Whatever.” You grumbled somewhat childishly as you flicked the Eddies to pay your tab and got up.

You knew the other was watching you go but didn’t care to look back. She was right, and it pissed you off. Not the part where Claire called you out, you deserved that, needed to hear it even. The part that you hated was that you really were exactly what you didn’t want to be, a hopelessly in love groupie following Johnny around like a horny puppy, except without any of the payoff of you two actually fucking.

And the saddest part was that you would rather keep pinning than be fuck-buddies, you wouldn’t be able to keep feelings out of it and you don’t even want to begin to imagine being on the receiving end of some of the shit Johnny said to Alt, and he actually loved her…What hope would you have?

It was raining when you got outside, and you considered calling your car instead of taking Jackie’s bike, it had a rain cover and would be fine for a night, but you needed to think and you couldn’t do much of that if you were driving, so rather than either option you turned and started walking, would it take longer? Sure, but that was what you needed to think, or spiral, whichever came first.

The rain was quick to plaster your hair to your face and neck, trailing cold lines of water down your skin that caused goosebumps to bloom, thinking about how much you hated Johnny when you met, how much he hated you right back. You kept walking.

Then those trails of water along with new water falling on you soaked through your clothes and chilled you to the bone, thinking about when you realized you’d fallen for him, lying in bed the night after his date with Rogue with a pit in your gut but determined not to say anything about it, praying he couldn’t feel it through you. You kept walking.

After a bit your shoes began to squish with every step, socks drenched and pooling water in your shoes, thinking about what he’d said that night on the way out of Arasaka HQ, about needing you, he’d breathed the words like he didn’t want anyone else to hear them, like they were for you and you alone and it would be a crime for any other ears to hear them. You kept walking.

You started to shake as Megabuilding H10 came into view, harsh shivers that made your teeth chatter till you clenched your jaw to make it stop, but all that did was make the shakes move down to your shoulders, thinking about how your heart had grabbed onto his whispered plea like it was a declaration of love even though it was nothing of the sort. You kept walking.

A puddle formed under you on the elevator floor as the floor numbers flashed and ads blasted in your ears, but you weren’t paying them any attention, you couldn’t care less about Milfguard or whatever new flavor of Mr. Whitey’s was being screamed about, you were too busy buzzing with the warring hope and dread of the thought that he would be home when you walked through the front door. You stopped walking when you got to the door.

Your fingers hovered over the button that would open it, but you were frozen in place, a new puddle forming, water dripping from your free hand would echo if the atrium wasn’t so goddamn loud.

“You gonna keep staring at it? Or do I gotta move you?” Came the one voice you still weren’t sure if you wanted to hear.

Looking back, you met Johnny’s gaze, or rather your reflection in his aviators, God you looked like a soaked cat…

Rather than answer him you pressed the button and watched the door woosh open, walking in with him right behind you felt like being watched by a warden.

“Why the Hell are you wet? You look like you walked home.” He asked as the door closed behind him; you couldn’t look at him again.

“Cuz, I did.” There was no use lying, anything you could come up with was just as stupid as the truth.

You could practically hear him lift his brow. “The fuck you do that for? Vic still has both of us on probation, getting sick could be a fucking death sentence.” Annoyed disapproval drips from his voice the same water is still dripping from your hair.

“Needed to think.” You offered lamely as you made for the closet, intent on both getting dry clothes and not letting him see your face.

“About what?” He asks from by the bed, where you’d seen Nibbles lounging, but when you didn’t respond you heard him take a few steps closer. “About what?” He asked a little louder, either thinking you hadn’t heard him, or intent on not letting you ignore him.

“Lots of shit, Johnny. What? You want a fucking catalog of my daily thoughts? Didn’t get enough of that when you were in my head?” You snapped sharper than intended, but you just wanted to make him shut up.

You heard his footsteps once more, and before you could move or look at him, he was at your back. “Thought we’d moved past snapping at each other to avoid talking about shit.” His tone was hard but not cold, like he could tell something was up.

“It doesn’t matter…” Why did you sound so fucking small? You hated it.

“Bright-Eyes…Look at me.” His hand feels like fire when it lands on the icy skin of your shoulder, where he tried to turn you, but you resisted. “Please…Look at me.” Your heart stops, it’s like you can hear the words that haunt you all over again. “Get up. Please, I can’t leave without you. I need you…Get up.” Same tone, begging and just barely this side of desperation.

And like a sleeper agent that’s heard her trigger word, you turned, but you can’t lift your eyes to meet his, you know he’s taken off those damn glasses and you can’t bear to see his eyes looking at you, your heart will store it away just like those words, and you can’t handle yet another thing making you hope like a gonk for more than you’re allowed to have.

People like you don’t get to love and be happy, if they were, Jackie would still be alive, and Misty wouldn’t be alone.

As if sensing that you won’t meet his gaze, Johnny lifts his metal hand as his flesh one slides down to your upper arm, searing hot skin making yours tingle, even his metal hand feels warmer than you, a shiver of a different kind rolls down your spine and you want to yank yourself out of his hold, but his grip tightens just a little, like he knew what you were thinking, but then he probably did. You’d put money on it that he knows your every micro expression and what they all mean, which terrifies you if you’re honest.

“Go take a shower, you’re freezing.” He whispers, warm breath fanning over your face, smelling of whiskey and cigarettes, such a Johnny smell. He let you go to reach past you for the clean clothes you were going to grab and passes them into your hands.

As if a spell was broken, you moved around him to head across the room to the bathroom, but you could still feel his eyes on you. The urge to snip at him about watching you undress sat on the back of your tongue, but you swallowed it.

By the time you’re pulling your wet tank top over your head, you no longer feels the heat of his eyes on you, then you heard the radio turn on, some oldies rock station playing some ballad that you don’t recognize, but you hear him quietly sing along to it, for a nanosecond you think you hear more emotion in it than when he normally mumbled along with the radio, but shake the thought away.

The water feels pleasantly scalding when you step through the fog of steam and into the spray. Tilting your head into the warmth to wash away the chilled water still clinging to your hair, you hear his voice no longer melding with that of the radio, though you still hear the song playing over the sound of the showerhead.

Eyes closed to keep the water out of them, you feel his eyes on you once more, not as close as by the closet, but certainly not from across the room. Running a hand over your face to clear your vision you turned and were met with Johnny standing there looking like he’s debating something.

“Johnny?” You questioned, no real thought given to the fact that you’re naked, he’s seen you a dozen times since Mikoshi, granted all those where when you both were recovering and you needed help getting dressed, but it was all the same to you.

Hearing you say his name seemed to help him make whatever decision he was working on, and before you could react or say anything else, he was crowding into your space, both of you under the spray, drenching him in hot water. But neither cared about that, neither was thinking about that, not when his lips were pressed to yours so hard it’s like he needs it to breathe.

Your back pressed to the wall, his hands holding your face, rings rapidly growing warm from your skin and the water, metal hand doing the same, the coarse hair on his face rubbing against your skin, making the goosebumps that had long since settled return full force.

You kissed him back for all of a second before you realized what was happening and pushed him back, he put a few inches between your faces, but gave no more land than that. “Johnny, what the fuck are you doing?”  You panted, looking up at him with a tentative look of hope that mixed with fear and it damn near breaks his heart to see it.

“Not making the same mistakes twice.” He answered, thumb brushing over your lower lip, clearly thinking about kissing you again.

Your heart seized in her chest again. “Stop it.” It comes out cold and it’s clear he wasn’t expecting it.

“What?” He’s dumbfounded, had be misread things? No way, he knows what he saw when he was in your head, what he felt.

“Don’t fuck with me, Johnny.” The hope in your eyes turned hard, a wall going up that he’s all too familiar with. “I’m not her.” Your voice is small again.

His shock melted away as understanding took its place. “I know. Never wanted you to be her.”

“Then what the Hell are you doing?” Your fingers had curled into the wet fabric of his shirt, so he can neither move closer nor pull away.

“I already said.” He answered before taking a slow breath. “I was shit when I had her and lost her because I was a fucking moron, and I did a lot of shit in her name after that that didn’t fix anything. I never deserved her, and I sure as shit don’t deserve you, but fuck if I’m not going to shoot my shot and try.” He said with the same conviction he had when he went on one of his anti-corp rants, only this was a lot softer, a lot less angry.

As he spoke, he watched the hardness in your eyes soften and that hope return, but it’s slow, you’re digging your claws in, trying not to get your hopes up, still waiting for the Gotcha “I won’t be another quick fuck…I can’t…I can’t be no strings…” It feels searing admitting to that.

He leans in once more, till his forehead meets yours, eyes unable to look anywhere but at each other. “Neither can I.” You can barely hear him over the shower, but you do, and your heart races.

Using the leverage of your hold on his shirt, you pulled him back in, mashing your lips to his in a messy desperate kiss that steals both your breaths, falling into him with slow tentative twists of your lips.

His hands trail down from your face, over your neck where your hair is plastered to your skin, down your body, avoiding every sensitive place that you crave his touch, to settle on your hips, pulling you closer and grinding against you.

He feels you shiver against him at the stimulation, little though it is, but he savors it all the same, right along with the way your beath hitches in your chest, he wants to hear it again, wants to hear more, wants to make you cry out his name and tell the whole megabuilding who you belong to.

He’s loathed to do it, but he breaks the kiss and slips his hands down to grip the backs of your thighs to lift you up, instinct taking over to wrap your legs around his waist as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands slipping into his hair to twist in the strands, softer than one might expect.

A lazy hand shot out to turn off the shower before he left the bathroom, leaving a trail of water on the floor to the bed. Rather than toss you on the bed like you expected him to, he sits on the edge and settles you on his lap, and with you secured there his hands moved up into your hair to pull you into another deep kiss that’s all tongues and teeth.

You wonder if he can feel your heart racing where your chests are pressed together, your hands are shaking as they come to rest on the space where his neck meets his shoulders, fingers still twisted in the wet strands of his hair, unable to pull the away, scared you’ll float away if you stop touching him.

This is a dream; it has to be. But does that really matter? If it is then you never want to wake up, and if it’s not then you won’t have to.

The heat at the apex of your thighs had begun to ache, craving something, anything more from him. You don’t even seem to notice when your hips start to grind against him, and it pulls a hungry grin from him that breaks your kiss, and you make this pitiful little cutoff humming sound when he meets you halfway with his own hips, eyes rolling closed and face tilted forward, forehead to forehead.

He can’t take his eyes off you, never could. That used to piss him off, reminded him too much of Alt and how she made him feel, but this was different, both women pulled his passion to the forefront, but only you had ever made him feel like he was capable of being decent, like he deserved to be.

Now, as your breaths mingle, hips driving against each other like they’ll die if they stop, he can’t help but take in every minute detail, from the color of your lashes to the way the space between your brows crinkles as they draw together in desperate need to the panting breaths falling from your kiss swollen lips that he craves.

But there’s something else he craves even more.

Taking hold of you once more he flips you both, laying you on the bed beneath him, you don’t resist, all too happy to do whatever it takes to have more of him on you, around you, in you.

Your hair splays under your head like a halo and Johnny thinks that if you’re what God looks like, then maybe he was wrong not believe.

He hovers over you for a moment, taking in your face, your body, the way your chest heaves with every desperate breath. Then, when his forever limited patience runs out, he trails his hands down your sides, over your hips, and stopping on your thighs, strong and soft as they part so willingly for him.

Leaning in his lips follow a similar road as that of his hands, making detours at your tits to take a nipple in his mouth to suck and nip, making the flesh turn blush dark and your back arch up into him, a shuddery sigh passing from your lips. He could live the rest of his life lavishing your breasts like this, but the heat from between your thighs is beckoning him.

So, he continues on his path, pressing his lips to every new patch of skin he reaches till he gets to your hips, where he bites down till a pretty red, soon to be purple, mark blooms. Your hands thread into his hair as he marks you, but other than twisting into the strands you don’t do anything, needing the anchor more than anything else.

Settling between your thighs he’s met with the beautiful sight that is your glisteningly wet pussy, wanton and waiting for him to give whatever he will.

Ever the tease, Johnny leaves a couple more darkening marks on your inner thighs, watching your body tense in pleasure, before finally, finally, running his tongue over your aching heat, from bottom to top, where your clit is swollen and begging to be touched.

Your whole body jumped when he flicked his tongue over it, thighs trying to close on his head out of reflex, but his hands, strong yet gentle, hold them open as he latches on and sucks for only a second, yanking a gasp from between your lips.

“Fuck…” You breathed, sounding more like another reflex than an actual thought.

“We’ll get to that, Bright-eyes…Just let me take care of you…” He purrs against your flesh.

Trailing his flesh hand down your leg then back up again he runs his fingertips slowly around the opening of your beautiful pussy, it’s an almost reverent action, coating his skin before pushing one in, a slow and shallow in and out.

He was never really this gentle with Alt, she’d never wanted him to be, and Johnny’s pretty sure that if he asked you, you’d tell him the same to protect your ego, but the way your body was melting under him told a different story.

It told of a woman so used to being treated roughly, used to sandy winds whipping her face and sun scorched skin, fists and bullets, hard fucking and yanked hair, that all it took was a few gentle touches and sweet words and she was melting like so much ice in his hands.

It both warmed his heart and made it ache.

Soon enough he’d eased that one clever finger in enough to curl it up and brush against that spongy spot he was dying to see your reaction to.

It was everything he hoped it would be and more. Your cunt tightened around him sharply, your thighs did the same, but his shoulders didn’t let them get far, you let out moans and gasps that were nothing short of pure music. All those things he’d expected, but he hadn’t expected your hand to slip from his hair and fall down to where his metal hand was still holding your thigh to grip his fingers, a silent plea to let you hold it if ever he saw one.

So, he did.

Johnny wasn’t the type to hold hands, something so elementary just wasn’t his thing, but a lot of things weren’t his ‘thing’ till you, his Bright-eyes. So, he’d hold your hand, he’d never let it go if that’s what you wanted of him, he’d live and die by those digits wrapped around his.

And he slipped a second finger into you, giving you only a second to get used to the sensation before he was back to massaging your G-Spot with his fingertips, but that wasn’t all he did, he reattached his lips to your clit and ran over it with his tongue in circles, giving it the occasional suck to pull a jolt from your body.

You were like a livewire of coiled muscles and aching for release. Your eyes had long since fallen closed, unable to keep them open, gripping his hand like it was the only thing keeping you on this plain of existence, pussy gripping his fingers like a vice.

“Johnny…” You pleaded, high and just this side of a whine. “Please…” Your thighs were starting to shake as you begged, so very close.

But Johnny is a bastard, even when he’s being nice, so he has to tease you just a little more. “Please, what? What do you want, Bright-eyes?” He asked lowly, smirking against you. “Gotta use your words.” He felt you clench at those words, but he was already teasing you, so he’d address that later.

“…Please…So close…” You managed, sounding close to crying.

His smirk grew just a little more. “Then open those eyes and look at me. Let me watch you cum on my fingers.” He ordered, keeping you teetering on that edge till you obeyed.

Your gaze was foggy with pleasure and wet with unshed tears, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his entire fucking life.

His eyes never left yours as he returned to your clit and worked it and his fingers till those tears slipped free, leaving wet lines down your face, but your eyes didn’t close, though it looked like you were fighting it with your whole being.

He watched as you teetered on the edge for all of a few seconds before plummeting off it in a show of dilated pupils, choked off moans, clenching muscles, hand white knuckle with how tight it held his hand, and trembling thighs, well, more like trembling everything.

But the thing that drew him in, the thing that made his chest feel tight and his cock jump in his jeans, is that your eyes never once, not for even a second, left his. Those endless portals of life stayed locked on the bottomless expanse of brown of his own eyes.

After a long several moments he had to break eye contact because he felt like he’d cum in his pants like a teenager if he didn’t.

Pressing a kiss to your thigh, still shaking, leaving a wet mark where your slick clung to his facial hair, then left a trail of such marks as he kissed his way back up your body, till he got back to your lips, where you met him halfway, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

Neither let go of the others hand, but your free hand cradled his cheek like he was made of porcelain, your palm calloused from years in the desert and Solo work but still so soft.

You stayed like that, lip locked and sharing the same air, for a bit while you came down from your high, and when you were dragging him back down to grind against him once more, he pulled away just long enough to devest himself till he matched your nudity, then he was back again.

He didn’t need to ask if you needed a condom, he knew you had an implant, so he wasted no time lining up and slowly pushing in, taking it inch by inch because even Johnny knew he was too big to go in all at once like an asshole, and there were some lines he’d never cross, hurting his bedfellows was one of them, less they asked real nice of course, but there was time for that later, right now his Bright-eyes needed soft, and damn if you weren’t going to get it.

Your face twisted in pleasure as he entered, and a broken gasp fell from your lips. “I know, baby, I know…” He breathed before pressing his lips to your neck. “So good, fuck…” You were tighter than he expected, but he wasn’t shocked, you hadn’t had any partners when he was in your head, and you didn’t seem particularly interested in finding any after you were in your own bodies.

Your hand returned to gripping his metal one as soon as he was back on you, the other found its home on his shoulder where your nails dug in, the pinch of pain sent a thrill down his spine that made it harder not to thrust into you.

“Johnny.” You said in a breath, getting his attention.

“Hm?” He hummed against your pulse point.

“If you don’t move in the next three seconds, I’m going to do it for you.” You threatened, though with how hard you were breathing it was a loose threat at best.

He smiled, not smirked, not grinned, honest to God smiled as he looked down at you. Rather than make some smart comment, he did as you asked, pulling out to the tip then pushing back in, so slow it was torture for both of you, especially when your still sensitive walls fluttered around him.

It was slow, or at least slower than you expected, his build up in speed. A small part of you expected him to be rough with you, you expected him to fuck you, not this. There was no way to describe this but as making love.

Just as quickly as before that coil in your belly started to tighten, and Johnny seemed to see it immediately. “Look at you…” He breathed as he watched you fight to keep your eyes open. “Taking me so well, baby…So fucking well…” His voice turned into a growl at the end, and you couldn’t help the way it made your insides clench.

Every roll of his hips had his tip brushing hard against your G-Spot, while the hair at his base kept a steady pressure against your clit, and that didn’t even cover what his lips and words were doing to you. Your whole body felt so hot you thought you might combust, but you didn’t dare let him stop.

Your legs wrapped around his hips to pull him in further, which served to leverage your hips up just right to have him pressing deeper, which you had thought impossible a second before.

You felt yourself once more on the edge of orgasm and he knew it, be it from the way you sounded or the way very part of you was clinging to him even tighter, he knew. “Shit…You’re so perfect…Gonna cum on my cock? Hm?” He hummed as much to himself as to you, probably to distract himself so he didn’t cum before you.

You couldn’t have answered him if you wanted to, it was all too much, too perfect, before you even realized it the coil snapped and you came hard, so hard your vision went white and you think you might have passed out for a few seconds because the next thing you heard was his voice rasping out your name mixed with several swears while his hips stuttered and you felt heat flood your insides.

He didn’t collapse on you the way other guys you’ve slept with had, he did lower himself enough to rest chest to chest, but his knees and free hand kept him propped up enough as not to crush you.

His face was pressed into your neck while you both caught your breath, and after a moment he pulled back to press his forehead to yours, eyes closed but it made him feel even closer, so you certainly weren’t complaining.

When both your breathing evened out, he opened his eyes and looked at you, finding you already searching his face. Trepidation was there at the bare edges of your gaze but seemed to be held back by the fact that he hadn’t pulled away or said anything shitty to you yet.

“You okay?” He said softly, quietly so as not to disturb the calm that had fallen on the room.

He watched your throat work around a swallow, and you nodded ever so slightly. “Yeah…” You breathed, voice sounding thick.

He gave your hand, still wrapped so tightly around his metal one, a gentle squeeze. “I love you, Bright-eyes…” He said, knowing you needed to hear it as much as he needed to say it.

Your eyes widened slightly and grew wet but before tears could fall you pulled him down into a kiss, this one was filled with a different kind of passion, it was softer, sweeter. “I love you, Johnny.”

He helped you clean up after that before going to bed, the radio still playing the same oldies station quietly.

“I have traveled beyond the path of reason…Take me back to Eden…Take me back to Eden…”

[brokenfuturerpg]

PBS MASCULINOS POR EDAD

Hola personitas. Venimos con un aporte que nos ha costado un tiempito reunir. Es posible que algunos PB tengan 1 añito más de lo que pone, porque igual cumplieron recién. Esperamos les guste ^^

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[lotf-hunger-games-au]

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The LoTF Hunger games

Cause I'm evil >:]

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We're gonna just, ignore the one boy one girl thing from the books. Cause I ain't gender swapping only half of them. (And full disclosure, this is done with a wheel and at random. Don't come for me)

My main account is @that-fruitier-emo, I'm Mod Vic!

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District 1 (Luxury items)

• Roger Volkov

• Johnny Sampson

District 2 (Masonry and defense)

• Jack Merridew

• Stanley

District 3 (General electronics)

• Piggy (Peter) Curtis

• Phil Stevens

District 4 (Fishing)

• Bill

• Harold

District 5 (Power/ electricity)

• Wilfred

• Walter

District 6 (Transportation)

• Mulberry kid (Mildrew)

• Tony Morgan

District 7 (Lumber)

• Maurice Bellomo

• Mikey Carson

District 8 (Textiles)

• Sam Pinch

• Eric Pinch

District 9 (Grain)

• Simon Cortez

• Andy Jerhan

District 10 (Livestock)

• Ralph Allebach

• Robert Allebach-Sanchez

District 11 (Agriculture)

• John

• Steve

District 12 (Mining)

• Percival

• Henry

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As I previously stated, I will not be personally picking who dies, I got a wheel for that. Although, I cannot guarantee I will not laugh if Roger is one of the first to get eliminated. [Every district aside from 10 and 8 were selected randomly with said wheel]

When a character gets eliminated their name will show up like this, and they will no longer be able for asks. Although I have specific angst plans for certain character deaths >:].

{huge thanks to @toddreblogslotf for helping me with my little name situation 🥹😊}

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Rules are self explanatory

Be respectful and we're good! 😎👍

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[cryptofmadness]

MAD magazine #038 Cover Reveal!

Posted by Chet Reams

MAD magazine has officially revealed the front cover to issue #038. The cover, which was llustrated by Sergio Aragones, is adapted from a cover concept sketch by the late Al Jaffee!

From the Solicitation text (as posted on MAD's facebook page): "Feeling like a beach bum? It’s time to make your bummer summer funnier! Look as cool as a cucumber while reading MAD #38 at all your outdoor events. With a special cover idea by UGOI Al Jaffee, illustrated the one and only Sergio Aragonés. This issue is filled with classic summer parodies, like JAW’D and Babewatch. Plus, more from the Usual Gang of Idiots, including “Spy Vs. Spy,” “A MAD Look at...” and new Fold-In by Johnny Sampson. And MAD #38 also makes a great fly swatter for your next family picnic too!"

(Note: MAD #038 cover image is copyrighted 2024 by E.C. Publications, Inc.)

[you-have-been-frizzled]

historical figures i blorbofied aka was obsesssed with as a child

by age to the best of my ability the ones in italics where special interests

Sally Ride (5-6)

Squanto (age 6-10)

Johnny Appleseed (6-7)

Galileo Galilei (6-12)

Robin Hood aka Robin of Loxley (7-12) he was a real person fight me

Joan of arc (7-8)

Leif Erikson (7-8)

Blackbeard (8)

Leonardo da Vinci (8-12) he’s like me for real for real - tiny frizzle

Harriet Tubman (8-10?)

Martin Luther King Jr. (8+) my siblings are black hes the reason my family can be a family nuff said 

Deborah Sampson (9)

Benjamin Franklin (9-11) 

Lewis and Clark (10-11)

Sacajawea (10-12)

Copernicus (11-12?)

the Wright brothers (10-11)

Harry Houdini (10ish)

Amelia Earhart (9-11)

Marie Curie (10ish)

Mozart and Beethoven (under 10)

Helen Keller (under 12)

Nikola Tesla (11 +) yes i know enuginsist. he also built a death ray and thought women would rule world you win some you lose some

Abigail Adams (9-now)

Irena sendler (12-now) im naming my future child after kinda thing

history AntiBlorbos aka the ones i hate with a passion

Thomas Edison's sexist invention stealer

Henry the Eighth murdered his wives

Christopher Columbus, do i even need to say it

Emperor Nero set fire to Rome

@tw-5 heres the list feel free to rate them

[thefrightchoice]

Johnny Sampson The Creature

[tru857]

I’m currently rereading Catch-22 for the first time in a decade.

I first read Catch-22 as a summer reading book going to Sophomore year High School. I wasn’t really a summer reading book as I put finally reading it a few months into school. I tend to do that with a lot of books where I read the first few chapters, put it down for a while, then go and actually finish it once.

Currently, House of Leaves is one of those tomes that I am in the endless cycle of rereading the first few chapters, rereading the essays on the introduction of characters in the Navidson record, and beginning the descent into insanity with Johnny Traunt. I’ll make it farther eventually, but those pages are lead dense, making page flips Herculean tasks.

Catch-22 didn’t have that returning catch for me at first; it is loaded with numerous characters with their own fleshed out colorful personality that are thrown at the reader all at once, as if walking into a crowd and trying to greet everyone. For someone with rather poor social skills, this was a rather taxing task, but eventually, you settle down to only remember the standouts, and go back page searching for those that don’t. Everyone at least remembers Yossarian and Milo.

There’s also difficulty following the story as the story is not told in a chronological order, instead skipping to scenes and ideas that best portrait a character. That was also one of the major hurdles in starting.

But, eventually, I made it through the beginning, middle, and end, and it became my favorite book from then on. Mainly, the comedy. In my mind the book is always a comedy with a joke on every page, even if I can’t remember any japes.

I see a lot of myself in Yossarian. I am the person who would want to cower next to the escape hatch on the B-25s, who would drop the bombs early on every mission, and who knows that people are trying to kill just him.

The thing that I recall the most from the book is surprisingly not the comedy. The book is hilarious, don’t get me wrong. But, the moments I do recall the most are the tragedies which befall Yossarian in dark comedy: Milo bombing his own squadron, Kid Sampson’s and McWatt’s death, and of course, Snowden. All of these events are surprisingly mentioned early in the story or at least somewhat foreshadowed (McWatt’s death). I can still recall those imagined scenes clearly in mind, even after so long.

I am a bit sad that more people haven’t read this book. It still holds to the test of time for the most part; the ideas explored while reading remain ever pertinent to today’s political culture. The conclusions I reached were keystone to shaping my views on wars, people, and government.

I really love Catch-22.

[afraidofchange]

V's choices throughout the game, divided by major, minor, and ending.

Major Choices:

Sided with Meredith Stout and killed Royce; had a casual hook up with her later on (and pined for her for a couple weeks when she got ghosted)

Didn't tell Dex about Evelyn's plan

Took Jackie to be with his family; convinced Misty to come to the Ofrenda, and brought the special tequila. V uses his motorcycle almost daily.

Killed Woodman with no remorse for what he did to Evelyn

V killed the NetWatch agent and was pissed off at the Voodoo Boys using her, but understood how she would've been seen as a liability or loose end. Still has a grudge.

Helped Judy but chose to let Maiko take over Clouds and work with the Tyger Claws, but refused to take monetary reward.

V helped Takemura with his reconnaissance and subsequent missions. V considers Goro a true friend. On this note, V saves Oda at Goro's request. And, she later saves Takemura as well.

V helped Panam and the Aldecados through all missions; they are close friends.

V helped River take down the serial killer and later became friends (after establishing she's not into dudes).

Romanced Judy, and explored her sunken hometown.

V helped Johnny with all quests, including the date with Rogue and helping out Kerry; however, she betrayed him in the endgame.

Phantom Liberty Choices:

Chose to take the oath to serve President Myers..

But, V chose to help So Mi and did not give her up to Reed; shot Reed and sent So Mi to the moon. Alex retired to Monaco

Minor Choices:

Chose to side with Liz Peralez and not tell Jefferson about the brainwashing.

Chose to influence Claire not to shoot Sampson out of care and empathy as revenge isn't always the best course of action; V took his car.

V helped recover the Delamain cabs, but chose to destroy the console, freeing them all.

V participated in the filming of Sinnerman, but she felt a strong sense of Catholic guilt, and regretted ever getting involved.

V participated in all of the street fights even though the last championship fight had her questioning her sanity and life choices.

Ending Choice:

The Devil: Took the deal with Hanako... but chose not to sign the contract. See End Game outcome here.

[palmviewfm]

mw counterparts?

i'm  so  glad  you  asked  !  please don't mind the fact that this list is quite the long one ! so  as  for  counterparts  i'd  really  love  to  see:  claire  standish,  allison  reynolds,  john  bender,  kat  stratford,  bianca  stratford,  joey  donner,  patrick  verona,  cameron  james,  heather  mcnamara,  logan  huntzberger,  luke  danes,  lane  kim,  tristan  dugray,  clary  fray,  jace  herondale,  simon  lewis,  beca  mitchell,  chloe  beale,  jessica  day,  winston  schmidt,  cece  parekh,  laney  boggs,  brock  hudson,  dean  sampson,  mackenzie  siler,  taylor  vaughn,  simon  boggs,  rachel  green,  monica  geller,  ross  geller,  chandler  bing,  joey  tribbiani,  ross  geller,  cher  horowitz,  dionne  davenport,  scott  mccall,  allison  argent,  lydia  martin,  lucas  scott,  peyton  sawyer,  brooke  davis,  rachel  gatina,  ryan  atwood,  marissa  cooper,  sidney  prescott,  gale  weathers,  casey  becker,  kirby  reed,  tara  carpenter,  sam  carpenter,  dewey  riley,  tatum  riley,  sabrina  spellman,  francesca  bridgerton,  penelope  featherington,  daphne  bridgerton,  simon  basset,  kate  sharma,  colin  bridgerton,  harvey  kinkle,  summer  roberts,  seth  cohen,  nate  archibald,  blair  waldorf,  serena  van  der  woodsen,  dan  humphrey,  georgina  sparks,  belly  conklin,  jeremiah  fisher,  conrad  fisher,  taylor  jewel,  elena  gilbert,  katherine  pierce,  stefan  salvatore,  bonnie  bennett,  enzo st john, tyler lockwood, hayley  marshall,  caroline  forbes,  danny  zuko,  betty  rizzo,  sandy  olson,  frenchy,  buffy  summers,  cordelia  chase,  faith  lehane,  prue  halliwell,  paige  matthews,  phoebe  halliwell,  piper  halliwell,  meredith  grey,  arizona  robbins,  derek  shepherd,  alex  karev,  cristina  yang,  izzie  stevens,  jackson  avery,  callie  torres,  april  kepner,  amelia  shepherd,  jo  wilson,  addison  montgomery,  lexi  grey,  atticus  lincoln,  betty  cooper,  veronica  lodge,  archie  andrews,  jughead  jones,  cheryl  blossom,  toni  topaz,  reggie  mantle,  kevin  keller, bella swan, edward cullen, rosalie hale, alice cullen, carlisle cullen, jacob black, paul lahote, sam uley, emily young, esme cullen,  nancy drew, frances  'baby'  houseman,  johnny  castle,  emily  fields, maggie greene,  daryl dixon, rick grimes, samantha jones, carrie bradshaw, olivia pope, mona  vanderwaal,  aria  montgomery,  spencer  hastings,  caleb  rivers,  toby  cavanaugh  and  alison  dilaurentis  !

[nfcomics]

MAD MAGAZINE no.36 • by the Usual Gang of Idiots [Feb 2024]

Hop on top of MAD #36, another ribbiting collection of un-frog-ettable classic movie and TV parodies, favorites like Fly vs. Fly (erm...we mean Spy vs. Spy) and A MAD Look At... by Sergio Aragonés, and much more from the Usual Gang of Idiots. A toad-ally new Fold-In by Johnny Sampson too. Don't frog-et to pick one up today!

(W) The Usual Gang Of Idiots (A) The Usual Gang Of Idiots (CA) An Idiot With A Box Of Crayons

[swreactions]

Welcome to the Star Wars Reactions!

Our own David Modders takes the reigns for out 169th episode as Aaron Harris is under the weather this week, but don’t worry, David is joined by long time friend of the show Mary Perdue! Together they sit down to share their reactions to the twelfth episode of The Bad Batch entitled “Juggernaut”!

Join them as they discuss everything from the return of Phee and Vice Admiral Rampart, to the action of the episode, and Mary helps us by breaking down the definition of juggernaut. 

Plus David shares an all new Psychology Factoid and never fear. Although Aaron is out this week, he did send in a Star Wars Dad Joke of the Week! 

Talking Points:

Show Opening

Discussion

Episodes Intro

Initial Reactions

Episode Vibes

Phee and Rampart

Juggernaut defined

Dr. Karr

Final Reactions

Closing

Psychology Factoid

Star Wars Dad Joke of the Week

Star Wars Reactions: Elegant discussions for a more civilized age!

“Star Wars: Dad Jokes, The Best, Worst Dad Jokes from a Galaxy Far, Far Way” written by Kelly Knox, illustrated by Johnny Sampson, published by Chronicle Books, available now!! Look for it wherever you get books or click here to order your copy!

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