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thefrsers · 10 months
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You won’t kill me. Not in cold blood. You wouldn’t dare.
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deppjohnnyforever · 3 months
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Round one
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Dinosaur Jr.
Formed in: 1984
Genres: Alt rock
Lineup: J Mascis – lead vocals, guitars, keyboards
Murph – drums
Lou Barlow – bass, backing and lead vocals
Albums from the 80s:
Dinosaur [1985]
You're Living All Over Me [1987]
Bug [1988]
Propaganda: 
Modern English
Formed in: 1979
Genres: New wave, post punk
Lineup: Robbie Grey – vocals
Gary McDowell – guitars
Stephen Walker – keyboards
Michael Conroy – bass, violin
Richard Brown – drums, percussion
Albums from the 80s:
Mesh & Lace [1981]
After the Snow [1982]
Gathering Dust EP [1983]
Ricochet Days [1984]
Stop Start [1986]
Propaganda:
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johnnydeppsoldier · 1 year
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Johnny Depp as Richard Brown 🫠😍
#IMeanJustLookAtHim😍
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rivisions · 2 years
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teacher’s pet. richard brown x fem!reader. nsfw
summary: professor richard brown has a student, innocent, smart. lightweight. it's not how he likes to see people living, and gives a bit of taste into the relentlessly, chaotic and careless life he lives.
A/N: i had an uncanny urge to write this after seeing the professor HAHAA. i'm pretty proud of this, it was supposed to be a drabble and i got very carried away. even if you haven't seen the movie, this shit is ROCKIN i promise ;) more works in the queue! cya guys next fic<33
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warnings: tw drugs, tw alcohol, pet names, drunk sex, professor x student but not in the batshit creepy way, slight choking kink, reader is mad virgin, male and fem receiving and giving, (sorry he's a consensual head pusher), basically getting high and drunk and w/ richard!
your project wasn't going as planned in brown's class. you were stressed, and went to ask him a couple questions after class.
you didn't think too much of it, you had potential to impress people, you just didn't have much of an impressive life. and he did. you weren't entirely too sure how a one-on-one confrontation would go.
you hesitated, and knocked on his door, books in your arms.
"ah, yeah, come in", he called out from inside the room.
"hey, so i was just-", you were cut off to the sight of your professor rolling a joint. not something you really planned on seeing your professor doing.
"sorry darlin', some things.. can't wait", he snickered, and motioned with his head to the chair, implicating for you to sit.
"so, what do you got?", he spoke before leaning down to his rolling paper and licking a strip across it.
"i-i uhm", you swallowed, "i just need help.. with.. my project".
"help? what do you really need. i think there's something else wrong".
you looked at him, rather confused.
"what do you mean? i-i just needed.. i just needed help okay? look, it's fine if you're not willing to help i just-"
he cut you off. "no, i'm more than happy to help, i just think you haven't realized you're carrying the weight of the fucking world on your shoulders over a project for an english class. c'mon loosen up, okay?"
you looked up at him for a moment, and sat your books down on the floor next to the chair. he lit his joint and lifted it to his mouth.
"listen i just- i'm stressed about everything and i overthink it and- and i just don't 'let loose' and go to bars and get blasted like everyone else".
he stopped puffing for a minute, and looked at you, then leaned closer to you over his desk.
"sweetheart, that is no way to live. terrible, terrible fucking choice".
he motioned the joint out to you, smoke still coming off the roach end.
"i just- i don't know i've never done anything like it. i've thought about it, but maybe i should start with, i don't know, vodka and redbull or something?"
he snarled, "you really think vodka and redbull is better than a fucking line of mary jane?"
you laughed, rolling your eyes.
"fine, just.. just don't.. kill my ass or something i don't know".
you took the joint from his hands, and put it to your lips.
"i'm not out trying to get a murder charge, love. and please, if you don't want to do this, or you don't think you'll be okay, just.. let me know. understand?"
you nodded, and you didn't spend to long taking a hit, you weren't really out to get blazed in your professor's office. well, at first at least.
"yeah, like that, good, great. i've got whiskey and glasses in my cabinet, one second. don't drop that shit, not cheap".
you leaned back, putting it back up to your lips.
he came back with two glasses and a bottle of jack daniels.
"i have no evening plans, if you're parent's aren't too... blegh".
"no, no. i can just tell them i had.. tutoring? yeah?"
"of course. great excuse for it. and technically, you're right", he spoke lowly while pouring himself and you a glass and handing it to you.
"and hand me the shit back, i didn't plan having a two person use on it".
you giggled, leaning forward to grab the glass of whiskey he poured for you to take a small swig.
"so," you swallowed, "why'd you say i was 'technically right' with the tutoring excuse? what, you're gonna teach me how to roll a blunt?"
he sighed, taking a small hit, and leaning forward to you again.
"well i was, but, since you decided to be a dick, i'm just going to teach you how to have a bit of fun".
you rolled your eyes again, taking another sip.
"how so then?"
"well, you've learned two great methods already, so your a third of the way cured".
"oh?" you snarled, "what's the third way, huh? heroin or some shit?"
he smirked, "fucking christ no, i don't inject more shit into me than i need".
you looked slightly confused, still wondering what the third thing is.
he leaned back and tilted his head, looking down at his crotch, then pulling a phallic jerking off motion with his hand towards his mouth. you weren't so confused anymore, you were wide-eyed.
"we'll help each other, if you want. i don't have much fucking time, and you, obviously don't either, stressing your shit over a shit project".
"i-i have zero.. zero experience sir, i-i don't know- how".
"shut it, no. if you could figure out a fucking 10 minute speech you can suck a fucking cock".
you were thrown off, but honestly took it as a challenge. so you nodded, with an "yes sir".
you stood up, walked over to him, looking down at him sitting. that'd be the only time you ever looked down at him.
"you sure you want this?", he looked up at you.
"i do. i really do".
"good girl. get on your knees, huh?", tilting his head to the side, biting his lip, running his tongue against his teeth.
and you did as he said. you got down. and started to unbuckle his belt. he helped a bit, unzipping his pants, so you could get to work.
he ran his fingers through down your cheek, looking down at you with a cocky smirk.
you ran your tongue on the head of his cock, using the pre-cum at his tip to help lubricate.
apparently, it doesn't take much to please him, as his hands flew to your hair, groaning, letting his head fall back.
"ooooh fuck.. fuckkk, i told you, you're a natural".
you moaned into his cock, sending a vibration down his shaft, leaving him in literal ecstasy.
you took more of his length down your throat, and started bobbing your head.
his hands, still tangled in your hair, slightly pushed your head down, moaning out of sudden stimulation.
"oh my go-od you are so good for me, huh?"
"mmmhmmm", you moaned down his dick, and this obviously has a huge effect on him.
you kept your pattern, swift, fluid motions, up and down, only taking breaks for a breather and to leave lines down his shaft with your tongue.
"fu-uck", his broken moans started to hint that he was close.
you sped up, only a little, keeping your pace, until all you felt warm fluid fill your throat.
you pulled off him, struggling to catch your breath, with a red face and cum dripping off your tongue.
"mmm, thank you darling, it's only fair if i return the favor".
he got up, picked you up off the floor, and put you on his desk and took your pants off. he turned you so you were facing him.
"i'll make it worth your while, promise. you know i'm not the one to be wasting time", and he winked at you, before going down on you, kissing your thighs, leaving hickeys closer to your growing heat.
"ohh-hngh da-", you stopped yourself out of embarrassment, covering your mouth.
"no, no, what was that? go on, love", he took your hand off your mouth.
"no..i-i.. mmgh.. daddy ple-ease".
he looked up at you with a growing smirk on his face. he leaned up towards you, draping his hand around your neck, speaking huskily, directly into your ear.
"that's what i thought i heard, princess".
he went back down, moving your underwear aside, and going down on you.
he licked a stripe above your clit, and your head reeled backwards to the stimulation.
his tongue dug into your opening, stimulating your clit, gliding his tongue across your clit, gaining a few whimpers and moans from you.
it was pathetic, but he was so good.
his hands spread your thighs further apart as he worked his tongue into your cunt.
your elbows bent as you fell back more onto the desk, struggling to hold yourself up. his hand reaches up for your breast, groping you profoundly.
he didn't look up, except for once, and that was near your climax.
you were at the height of your climax, a whining mess, trembling in the arms of your professor.
he kept going only for a moment after, just for the overstimulation tease.
he leaned up over you to your neck, giving you small hickeys and kisses down your neck to your collarbone exposed from your low-cut v-neck top.
"my stress relief works doesn't it? feel better?", and he helped you clean yourself up and get off the desk and get dressed.
"absolutely, sir. thank you".
"of course love, you're welcome back to my office anytime. i'll open 24/7 tutoring for you".
"looks like i might really need some help with my english homework... next friday?"
"looks like i'll be here then, sweetheart".
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skiplo-wave · 7 months
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convince me to write jd characters for kinktober bestie they are rotting in my drafts 😔
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Daddy- I mean Professor Richard got like 7 kinks on kinktober chart so take your pic 😘
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virgovirgo · 7 months
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aoitakumi8148 · 2 years
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Isn’t it strange how natural this feels? Two men, holding one another, passionately, in a church. Groping one another freely.
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hehether · 17 days
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The campaign didn't end well tbh
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borntolatetohaveaname · 9 months
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"anyone can be a babygirl but it takes a man to be a single mother"
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nightmareglitter · 1 month
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Lots of stories in the Justice League start with "Unfortunately, Robin was bored". Yes, this applies to every Robin
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deppjohnnyforever · 1 year
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pinkiemachine · 1 month
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thought this looked cool…
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rodspurethoughts · 1 year
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Check out the trailer for True Detective: Night Country
True Detective: Night Country | Official Teaser | Max True Detective: Night Country is a compelling and captivating crime drama that centers around the disappearance of eight men from the Tsalal Arctic Research Station in Ennis, Alaska. The detectives, Liz Danvers (Jodie Foster) and Evangeline Navarro (Kali Reis), must dig deep into the darkness within themselves and the secrets hidden beneath…
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skiplo-wave · 1 year
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Soggy Richard looking miserable in pond water
🥴🥴🥴
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@sullxo like he's daddy 100% but here he's babygirl
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ev-arrested · 1 year
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You can tell the exact mental state of Dick Grayson based on the music he plays in the car
His entire family monitors his listening habits, and if it's anything but things from the list of genres and artists that Dick normally likes while provably mentally stable, they get concerned.
Tim, texting the group chat without Dick in it: Hey, guys, just needed to let y'all know that Dick picked me up today, and he put on an NF song in the car.
Barbara: Fuck, he's depressed.
Steph: Isn't he always?
Barbara: No, like--more than usual.
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A week later.
Jason: Y'all, I'm with him rn and he's blasting S&M in the training room. One of you bitches--and I will find out who--triggered some body image issues, and now he's sexualizing himself to cope.
Tim: Did one of you guys call him ugly or smth???
Steph: I would never. I'm not a mean person, unlike you guys.
Damian: Why did you immediately assume it was one of us?
Jason: Because y'all are terrible people.
Tim: I'm not taking this from a literal gang leader.
Jason: But I admit, that is a bit of a jump on my part. It could've been any of Dick's trash friends that he, for some reason, keeps around, so that's on me.
Cass: Monitor him so he doesn't do anything drastic.
Barbara: Let me know if he starts compulsively thinking about becoming a stripper.
Jason: If that happens, there's no saving him.
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After Dick returns from Spyral.
Duke: Now this just might be me, but I don't think I ever pegged Dick as a metalhead before he went off to work for Spyral.
Tim: Dear god.
Tim: Don't tell me he's listening to SOAD.
Duke: What even is that.
Jason: System of a Down
Duke: Oh, yeah, it's that.
Tim: NOOOOOOO
Duke: What does that mean???
Barbara: He's self-destructive.
Steph: Isn't he normally?
Barbara: No, like--I mean yes, but more explosively.
Jason: His main goal is to blow up...
Barbara: Don't.
Steph: aND THEN ACT LIKE HE DON'T KNOW NOBODY
Jason: HAH HAH HAH HAH
Barbara: This is serious.
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Steph: He's listening to vocaloid. That's....so odd??? @Damian did you have anything to do with this?
Tim: oh my god
Damian: The answer to this question is of high importance: what song is it?
Steph: Do you think I can speak Japanese??
Damian: Ask.
Steph: omg fine.
Steph: He says it's "Assassin Princess" by Mitchie M.
Tim: Hold on lemme listen to this shit
Damian: It's a good song.
Jason: Okay, but what does that tell us?
Damian: It's not a song I ever played for him.
Jason: So you're telling me he's listening to vocaloid independent of you?
Damian: It would appear so.
Jason: Oh, that's bad.
Tim: The song's about a spy and her partner murdering her ex-boyfriend who betrayed her.
Steph: He's feeling vengeful.
Jason: Oh, that's really bad.
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Cass: He's playing One Direction.
Barbara: Honestly?? Chances are, he's fine.
Duke: Agreed. He's playing "What Makes You Beautiful", so I doubt it's anything.
Duke: Now if he starts playing shit from their solo careers, we have a problem.
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