#harry osborn james franco

[jakegyllenbaalz]

james franko as harry osborn (spider-man, 2002)

[awritessomething]

I Wanna… | harry osborn x fem!reader

summary | harry was used to being on top, each thrust lulling his girl to sleep from pleasure. after you made some confident claims, he challenges you.

warnings | smut, piv, riding, creampie, unprotected sex, swearing, dom!harry, sub!reader, light degrading, dacryphilia, slapping (once), raimiverse!harry, he’s mean no plot just smut ngl

Your legs quivered as freshly manicured nails dug into his shoulders. Tear after tear ran from your eyes, sniffles heard from where your head laid on his shoulder. His tip nudged your cervix, as deep as he could go.

Harry was always on top, always fucking you until you were completely stupid. You were always on your back or on your stomach, weakly clawing at his arms and whimpering his name. That was what the two of you liked, but then you decided to get confident.

“I bet I could ride you better than you can fuck me,” you had said. The confident smirk on your face made Harry want to tear his eyes out.

Harry was never one to back down from a challenge though, so now he had his back against the headboard, sitting there as he watched you cry as you tried to ride him. He was too big, and every movement you made felt like too much. He just sat there, arms crossed as he watched you quiver.

“Harry, Harry, please..” you whined. Tears ran over your puffy lips, cheeks flushed. He looked at you, visibly amused by the sight before him.

Yet after minutes passed and you had hardly gotten in five real bounces on his cock, he was a little frustrated. His arms uncrossed and his fingers dug into your hips.

“I thought you were confident, hm? Ride me better than I can fuck you?” His head tilted as he guided you up and down on his cock. Your body just fell forwards, cheek pressing against his pec. He grumbled and wrapped his arms around you tighter, lifting his hips to fuck himself up into you. “Fucking useless,” he grumbled.

The short whine that was pulled from your lips from the insult made him smile. You felt it against your own skin.

“Dont cum unless I tell you to, got it?” He mumbled. No response came from you, so he tugged your head back to look at him. One of his hands met your cheek. The skin turned red where he hit. “Got it?” he repeated more sternly. You nodded. Good enough.

He kept your head tugged back to see your face as the tears dried on your cheeks. His cock twitched at the sight of your glossy eyes, seeming so out of focus. He was focused on his own pleasure, but he felt your walls flutter around his cock. You were close? Already? He huffed and made quicker, shallower thrusts, not granting the pleasure of those deep thrusts.

At that pace, he was going to cum first. As he felt his own climax begin to wash over him, he rammed his cock back all the way in, his tip brushing your cervix once more. The almost pained gasp that came from the intrusion was enough to set him off. His cum filled the warm space to the brim, the space that he had fucked himself into until he knew no other man would be able to make you feel that good.

Before you were able to climax as well, he pulled himself out of your hole. His tip landed two mean smacks to your clit before he picked you up and set you aside.

“Next time, don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He smiled and touched your jaw. He left to go continue working, leaving you wishing you had just… stuck to the pillow.

[pedro-reed]

MCU Dynamics → Peter Parker & Harry Osborn

[hawkogurl]

I genuinely earnestly do not have a fucking clue where that idea Raimi Harry Osborn is a playboy or a womanizer came from considering that there is somehow negative textual evidence. Within these movies, Peter is, comparatively speaking, more of one.

[vhshistory]

November 30, 2004: Spider-Man 2 (2004) is released on DVD and VHS.

The DVD release went on to sell over 11 million copies and be one of the best-selling titles of the year. This is also the last film in the Sam Raimi Spider-Man trilogy to be released on VHS.

This two-disc set contains over 10 hours of bonus features including behind the scenes documentaries and featurettes, commentary, and more.

[vampgal202]

Yes, Sir. (Professor James Franco x Female Student.)

summary: Temptations are hot, and so is Mr. F. Will U/n break under pressure even though he's her teacher? Will Mr. F feed into her fantasies, or is he really only feeding into his own?

Warnings: Smut, Teacher x student

His rough, calloused hands trailed up my thighs. My ass was pressed flat against the wall. His fingers played with the hem of my underwear under skirt. My breathing was ridged, it was caught in the back of my throat. He groped my ass hard making my back arch off the wall...

"Y/n?"

"Y/N?!"

My head shot up from my desk, the loud sound of the bell ringing fills my ears. Fuck, I fell asleep. "You slept through the whole class" I turn my head to see Mr. F leaning against his desk. God he's sexy. He was wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His arms were popping out of shirt as they were crossed over his chest. "I'm sorry Mr. F..." I didn't really know what to say to him. I had a late night last night and I spent the whole class dreaming about having sex with him. He just looked at me, I couldn't tell what he was thinking about but I knew that in this very moment I wanted him more than ever before. "Late night last night? Were you partying? Drinking? I know how you collage girls are." He says to me, that big smile on his face. By this time everyone in the classroom has cleared out, leaving only me and him. "Maybe..." I say back, keeping eye contact with him. He walks towards me, only couple inches away from my body. I stare up at him between my lashes, wetting my lips, hoping that he will do something. He drags his tongue around his mouth and pokes at the inside of his cheek.

Fuck it. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him down towards me, smashing his lips against mine. He freezes for a second until his hands roughly make his way through my hair. The kiss is rough, passionate, and sloppy. He grabs the back of my legs and hoists me up onto the desk behind me. I start to unbutton his shirt and he pulls away. "We cant. This is wrong." he says to me, running his hands though his hair. I can see he is so hard, he's practically busting through his pants. "C'mon it's okay, I won't tell anyone." He looks at me for a second until his lips are back on mine. He lifts my shirt off my body, reveling my bra and naked torso. His hands cup my breasts through my bra, making me pant harder into the kiss. My hands fiddle with the last button on his shirt until it's open. I pier up at his hard abs, pulling him closer between my legs. His bulge presses between my legs making me moan and breaking our kiss. His hand comes down in between us and starts rubbing my clit on top of my pants. Strings of curse words and moans fill the room. "Please just fuck me." I say to him.

He wastes no time pulling my pants off my body. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, in one swift motion. Reveling his hard cock. I lean back on my hands and spread my legs, letting him do all the work. He pulls my underwear to the side and slams himself in me, making my throw my head back. He starts fucking me, hard and rough making me cling onto his shoulders. "Fuck." he says under his breath followed by groans of pleasure. He brings his hand down again and starts playing with my clit with his thumb. This throws me over board causing me to let out a loud moan. "shh baby, we can't let anyone know our little secret." He whispers to me, his warm breath fanning over my ear. With every thrust I see his v line flex which makes me even more turned on by the second. His thrusts start to become slower, and sloppier, as he comes closer to finishing. He starts rubbing my clit faster than ever before and we both come undone at the same time. I watch as he throws his head back, his Adams apple vibrating from his moans. He pulls out of me and grabs paper towel to clean up. "Our little secret?" he says to me with a smile. "Yes Sir."

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ | ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴏꜱʙᴏʀɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

pairing: experienced!harry osborn x virgin!afab!reader

summary: you meet harry through peter, accidentally. you would've left it at that but harry insists on inserting himself into your life. after his not-so-subtle attempts you finally ask him what exactly it is he wants from you. your virginity? fat chance. a relationship? maybe when hell freezes over. and that's just the thought of it on its own, never mind with harry osborn? yeah, when monkeys fly. you've barely said no before he's pleading his case and you realize this could be entertaining. so you guys come to a consensus. lets see how long harry lasts. that is, if he lasts.

warnings: swearing, mention of family issues, mentions of sex, mentions of injury, mentions of piercings, and suggestive content. (will be updated as more chapters are released.

word count: 3.3k (will be updated)

a/n: this series uses characters and events from sam raimi's spider-man universe. i've also created a few original characters you will meet. similar, if not the same, events happen but the timeline is a bit stretched for the sake of the plot. same time period but it's not one of my characters if i can't mention my favorite artists (sue me). so i know certain artists may not have been (canonically) around during this time but just pretend they are because they are in my au. ♥

status: currently in progress...

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505 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯

[tinkerbelldetective]

It's pouring down rain. Traffic isn't any slower. The sidewalks are still dense. Your umbrella is doing the best it can.

You feel someone slip their fingers around your wrist and you whip around, prepsred to bash their head in with your umbrella, but still as Harry Osborn's pretty brown eyes meet yours.

"Do you want a ride home?"

"I can walk."

Harry's eyes drop, his shoulders tensing, his grip loosening from your wrist. Truth is, yes, you would, but something is stopping you. You slip out of his hold in order to grab his hand, his eyes widening for a split second.

"Walk with me?"

Harry Osborn smiles, an amazing and showstopping, the cherry topping on a sundae kind of smile. It's one you miss. It's one you cherish.

He laces your fingers together, a chuckle low in his throat. He easily weaves in and out of the crowds with you, eyes soft, the way they were when he was happy.

The sidewalk has cleared significantly by the time you make it almost home, and he tugs you to a stop, the rain still falling down in small drops upon your umbrella.

"Harry, what are you-"

"I'm tired of waiting. I love you. You're the last good thing I have."

His fingers tighten involuntarily around your own, and you drop the umbrella, splashing your feet as it lands in a puddle.

"What are you waiting for, Harry?"

A smile that could light up the city crosses over his face before he rushes towards you. His hands move to cup your cheeks firmly, pulling you closer as his lips move against yours, rain pouring down over the two of you. Your fingers rising up to run through his hair at the base of his neck.

He pulls away just enough to rest his forehead on yours, breath fanning across your face.

"I love you too," you breathe, your fingers still playing with the brown curls.

[kxtio]

thinking abt my old textposts I made back in 2022…I never posted them anywhere so here

[chaostudesstuff]

James Franco x Reader

Sm!t

Teacher James Franco x Student Reader

I watch as he puffs the cigarette and places it on the ashtray. "I heard you've been missing a few classes lately." He says avoiding eye contact. I slowly blow a bubble looking out the glass window. Seeing him already looking at me, I stare back at him. I stare at him making the bubble pop. "Pass the gum over" He told me. I rolled my eyes standing up from the desk and walking up to him. Standing there, I towered over his desk. He put his hand out and looked up at me. Looking straight at him, I opened my mouth and dropped it into his hand. "Happy?" I glanced up at him. He stares down at me for awhile and then clears his throat adjusting his glasses. I smirked as I walked back to the desk. "Since you continue to disobey the rules we will resort to detention every day of the week after school" He told me not caring at all. I laughed at his "joke" not believing one word. "Are you serious?" I asked him obliviously. He stares at me sternly. "So what will I do to make up for all the work?" I asked him. Taking afternoon classes with me, you'll be here until evening." I backed away from him. "In all due respect, Mr..."

"Franco" He corrects me. "Yeah, whatever, there must be another way. I have a life too, you know?" I replied. Taking a moment to run his hand through his hair, he sighs. "You know what to do when life gives you lemons?" he asked me. Make fucking lemonade. As I watched him, I bit my lip and thought of something. Turning around, I pull my top down, exposing more of my breasts. After pulling out my mini mirror, I fix my hair and quickly turn around. His attention was still focused on grading and rummaging through papers. I said quietly to myself, "This lemonade better be worth it.". I walked slowly beside his desk making him look up at me confused. "How about we cut the bullshit? We both know this isn't going to work." He pushes his glasses up from his nose crossing his arms. "How about you let me go and I'll do anything for what you need me to do?" I asked him seductively. He scoffs and looks away. "I'm not doing this with you" He told me sternly. "Doing what?" He tried to act confused. "You know exactly what I'm talking about" He told me. "Enlighten me please" I replied to him smiling. He sighed and got up from his seat. Once he got up he towered over me and got real close. "Don't try to fuck your way into having what you want" He warned me taking a drag of the cigarette. I stepped closer grabbing the cigarette out of his hands and throwing it to the ground. I smash it with my shoes as he watches me. "I mean you said it yourself, "when life gives you lemons" correct?" I take my jacket off showing my bare arms. "It's hot in here isn't it?" I asked sitting my jack on the chair and ensuring he noticed me. As I turned around, he was already behind me and pins my hands on the desk.

He breathed heavily and his mouth got closer to mine. He finally smashes his lips onto mine causing one of my hands move behind his neck. He deepens the kiss pulling me in more into his intense kiss. We continue to make out until my hand travels down to his chest pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants. We made eye contact as I unbutton his shirt until he backs away. "This is wrong, this is so wrong" He says running his hands through his hair. I bunch up his collar bringing him closer to me until he was right in between my thighs. "Trust me, you won't regret it" I whispered in his ear. I smashed my lips onto his again and take one of my hands into his pants. He groaned as I palmed his throbbing dick. He kisses and sucks my neck leaving dark purple hickeys. As I stroked his dck faster, I heard him moan in my ear. He grabbed my throat making me look at him. "Are you ready" He asked me. I look up at him with a smirk and pull him into a long kiss. As both bodies intertwine with each other. The moaning and groaning noises filled the empty classroom. It was like everything was in slow motion.

The end

[ohyoubuggin]

Spiderman Movie Premiere 2002

[raimispiderman]

Due to a downright unholy series of events that can never be replicated, I have all the Spider-Man Trilogy blu-ray extras ripped in high definition to my laptop! I have plans for things to do with them. First, though, I thought I'd post a smattering of HD caps from this beloved-to-Harry-fans video:

[awritessomething]

Stressed | harry osborn x fem!reader

summary | after Harry’s inheritance, he feels overwhelmed with all the new responsibilities. thankfully his girlfriend can help destress.

warnings | smut, public(ish) sex, swearing, oral m!receiving, almost getting caught, raimi!verse harry, short. I dont proofread id cringe

if you can’t tell I like james franco

No one so young should experience the traumas that Harry Osborn did. Finding his father’s dead body, seemingly murdered by Spiderman himself, being hated by his father, and then having to take over the family business before he was even 25, was a lot. Thankfully, through it all, he had support. You.

The relationship started pretty early in high school, Harry being all over you the second he laid eyes on you. The most perfect girl he had ever seen. Smart, gorgeous, the best personality and sense of humor. And you loved him. What else could a guy want?

Now that he was in charge of his father’s business though, the stress he experienced increased tenfold. The hours he spent doing paperwork, trying to figure out what the actual fuck was going on, was really getting to him. One day, as he was sat in his office, hunched over the desk, you walked in. You carried a glass of water in your hands, meant to be for yourself. The glass was placed on the desk and he downed it in a second. No use in protesting now.

“Youre overworking yourself, Harry,” you said. He leaned back in his chair and nodded.

“I know, but this is important.” His hand stretched out to take one of yours. He kissed each knuckle twice. Your free hand ran through his hair, which he leaned into. A slight smile curved your lips at the sight.

“You’re so tense,” you whispered, the words seeming to leave your lips as a sigh. You pulled your hands away from him to rest on his shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots of his muscles. He groaned softly and leaned back a little more, slouching. Rounding his chair, you stood in front of him. “Are you coming to bed soon?”

“No, no. I can’t. Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be a while.” He frowned and put his hands on your hips. You nodded and walked to the door, taking the glass with you. Your fingers curled around the doorknob and then you halted. A thought crossed your mind.

“Then can I do what I wanted to do… here?” You turned around again to look at him. His brows furrowed slightly, but he nodded. Crossing the room quickly, the glass hit the wooden desk once more. His eyes followed your every move curiously until he saw you kneel.

“Oh- you meant that?” He gasped slightly. A short nod was all that was given as a response as your fingers moved to tug off the belt he wore with his suit. His hips lifted so you could pull his trousers down as well. His boxers followed. His cock hardened under your touch, twitching slightly as it rose to its full glory. Soft lips pressed kisses along his shaft, tongue darting out to press along the veins that ran up it.

Initially, Harry believed that your actions wouldn’t distract him too much, that maybe it could just be like a massage but… on his cock. It had been a long time since they had the chance to have sex, so he definitely forgot how good it was. After his tip touched your tongue, it was over. His balls strained.

Manicured nails dug into his thighs slightly just to ground herself as you took him into your mouth. His eyes rolled back briefly before opening again to be able to watch. The taste of his precum as it seeped into your mouth seemed heavenly in a way. So foreign, yet so familiar.

One hand was twisting around the parts of him that wouldn’t fit into your mouth, while the other held his balls. They were full and painfully heavy, needing release. He was so very sensitive. The light fondling of his balls had his thighs quivering just slightly as his nails dug into the fancy wooden desk in front of him. There was a call on the phone.

“Motherfucking- mmh..” he moaned softly and denied the call. But they called back again and again. The feeling of your tongue against his cock was too good to let go of though. His fingers threaded into your hair, taking control of your movements as he picked up the phone. “Osborn,” he grunted, doing his best to sound put together. His eyes squeezed shut in focus and he leaned back in the chair, pushing your head down on his cock.

The conversation he had over the phone wasn’t registered by your mind as his hand kept your head pushed down. The smell of him was overwhelming as the light hairs around his base tickled your nose. It seemed like hours until he hung up the phone and released his grip. Removing your mouth from him briefly, you coughed to catch your breath.

“You ok, baby?” He murmured, not realizing what he had really done. You didn’t seem to realize either though. With one more blink and a breath, he was back in your mouth. His thighs tensed and you felt his balls squeeze in your hands. “Shit- fuck.. hold on-“ he grunted and his back arched slightly. Harry always prided himself on not cumming fast, or having his shit together when he did.

Not this time.

With a buck of his hips and a drop of spit running to his balls, he came. “Shi… mm!” He muffled his noise with a hand over his mouth. While he was still spurting cum right down your throat, the door to his office opened.

“Mr. Osborn? Peter Parker is here,” his assistant said. Harry nodded, keeping his hand over his mouth and lowering his head. The assistant was confused at the nearly crosseyed expression Harry had on his face, so he just backed out of the office.

Harry grabbed a tissue from his desk and touched your cheek. “Spit,” he said softly and held the tissue near your mouth. Your lips parted to show your mouth empty. His cum was swallowed.

Harry took a moment and just stared at where he expected to see a pool of his cum and then cleared his throat. He set the tissue on the desk, moved his hair away, and then helped you out from under the desk. But then he spun you around and pinned you to it. His pelvis pressed against your ass.

“I’m sure Pete can wait, yeah?”

[mortallyshamelessgiver]

Tobey Maguires Spidermen movies were THE BEST. Argue with the fucking wall.

Everytime Harry Osborn (and his dad) came on screan so did I! I also loved Andrew Garfields Spiderman but TOBEYSS? He had the best plots, like the way Harry turned into a villain? First loathing spiderman but once he found out it was Parker he could not be the villain he should have been! Norman Osborn 🧎‍♀️!

I want to say so much but I do not think its appropriate.

[vhshistory]

November 30, 2004: Spider-Man 2 (2004) is released on DVD and VHS.

The DVD release went on to sell over 11 million copies and be one of the best-selling titles of the year. This is also the last film in the Sam Raimi Spider-Man trilogy to be released on VHS.

This two-disc set contains over 10 hours of bonus features including behind the scenes documentaries and featurettes, commentary, and more.

[petersnya]

Look at me like this and see what happens…