#james franco gifs

[cinnnamoninmyteeth]

who wants to be the mr b to my april

[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

[madcrayola]

my tyyypeee ⋆ . ˚

[vampgal202]

My Brothers Best Friend. (Dave Franco x Female reader.) P A R T O N E.

summary: When Y/n's brother's best friend comes to visit for a few nights, the ever-lasting attraction towards him only develops more. Little does she know the feeling might be mutual, leaving them both making bad decisions out of desire.

Warnings: smut, ?blood?

My hands carded through my hair as I looked at myself in my vanity mirror. Tonight my brother's best friend Dave was coming over for dinner. Nonetheless, I was excited. Ever since I was 10 years old I've always had a huge crush on Dave. I remember one time my brother scolded me for an hour straight after he caught me staring at Dave a little too hard. I was not a day over 12 when that happened, things are different now. But I can't lie and say that my attraction for him has only become stronger over the years.

"Quit looking at yourself, weirdo." I turn around to see my brother standing at my doorframe. "Ugh get out," I respond, annoyed and somewhat embarrassed. It wasn't much later until I heard the sound of the doorbell ring, indicating that Dave was there. I gave myself one last glance in the mirror and made my way downstairs to be met with my brother and Dave, giving each other their 'bro hug.'

"Dave it's so nice to see you!" I hear my mom say, perking up from her seat. After greeting everyone Dave made his way over to me, giving me a hug and quickly pulling back to say. "Wait, Y/n, is that... Lipstick." He jokingly says pretending to act shocked. "Screw off!" I say, creating a fit of laughter between us.

***

"Goodnight mom, I love you." I gave my mom a hug goodnight and made my way to my room. For the longest time, I could still hear Dave and my brother talking but now the house is silent. The silent house was a clear indication that everyone was asleep, so I made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. My steps were soft and gentle, trying to avoid the sounds of the creaking floorboards. But when I made my way to the kitchen I was faced with a bareback, Dave. He was wearing plaid pajama pants low on his hips exposing his deep v-line. He was wearing no shirt, exposing me to his defined abs.

He looks up from his phone noticing me."Shit, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" He says to me setting his half-empty glass of water and his phone down. "No, I just needed some water," I whisper back, now walking towards him. "Here." He says to me, holding out his glass of water for me to finish. "Thanks," I say, resting my hip against the countertop. Dave was now only a foot away from me, watching me finish his glass of water. The kitchen was dark, the moonlight from the windows make it visible to see.

He crosses his arms over his bare chest, a smirk appearing on his face. "You know, your brother was telling me your little secret." He says finally breaking the silence. "Oh yeah, what did he say?" I respond, setting the now empty glass beside me. "He said that you have a little crush on me." A full grin now appears on his face, but not on mine. I roll my eyes, using my arms to hop on the counter behind me, now level with Dave. "Not true," I say, biting back a smile. With every word, it seems like Dave is getting closer to me. "No?" He says to me, turning his head slightly, still smiling.

He was now only a couple inches away from me, and I could feel my cheeks heating up. Soon enough, Dave was standing right in front of me, my closed knees hitting against his chest, stopping him from coming towards me any further. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was worried he could hear it too. Before I could even think another thought his lips were on mine.

"Sorry." He says pulling away. "Don't be," I said, wasting no time connecting our lips again. I felt his tongue enter my mouth, moving with my tongue. The kiss was intense and needy, it felt like we were finally doing the one thing we wanted all these years. My legs spread open to let him move between them, making us even closer. His hands caressed my thighs, hooking them around his waist. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me. He then pulled away, kissing down my neck, on my collarbone. "Is this okay?" he whispered to me, looking up at me. I nod my head, hoping for dear god he doesn't stop.

He brought his hand down between us, making his way down to the waistband of my shorts. I felt his fingers run through my slit, gathering the wetness on his fingers and thrusting them into me making me let out a gasp. "Shh baby we gotta be quiet." He says to me, now pumping his fingers in and out of me. My hands quickly grabbed onto his bare shoulders, needing some sort of stabilizer.

His pace started to quicken, thrusting fast and hard in and out of me. I was biting my lip trying to not let out the sounds of my whimpers and moans. He brought his thumb to my clit and started roughly massaging it as he fingered me. Making me claw at his shoulder, still biting back my moans. I was so turned on, I could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he fingered me, the obvious boner in his pants, and his reassuring looks. It wasn't long before I was coming undone all over him.

My vision felt hazy as I came all over his fingers. The feeling of wetness in my mouth hit me and brought my finger up to see blood coating it. I bit my lip so hard I made it bleed. Dave looked up at me, enclosing my lips in a kiss, smearing my blood on his lips. He broke the kiss, pulling his fingers out of me and licking my cum off his fingers. The sight had me going crazy. Grabbing his face and enclosing his lips in another kiss.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of our smacking lips and heavy breathing. I pulled his body close to mine, grinding my clit on his bulge making him throw his head back. My wet, openmouthed kisses made their way down his jaw and neck while continuing to grind harder. I knew he couldn't take it anymore and neither could I. We both knew fucking on the kitchen counter was risky, but neither of us cared at that point.

My hand reached down at his waistband pulling out his hard throbbing cock. I looked back up at him, his pupils blown, lips parted. His hand made its way down to my shorts, moving them to the side exposing my pussy. I still had a hold of his cock. Holding it by the base I dragged it through my wet folds making his breathing become hitched and making him let out a small moan. He was thick, I lined his cock up to my entrance, letting him do the work and closing the proximity between us. He slowly started thrusting in and out of me. But even the slowest movements were causing shocks of pleasure all over my body.

He then started to quicken the pace, thrusting fast and hard out of me. He was letting out moans and whimpers in my ear making me wetter by the second. My tits bounced in my shirt as he fucked me roughly. "Fuck Dave, oh my god." I was whispering curse words and moans of pleasure under my breath, trying to be quiet. I could feel myself coming close to coming undone, and I could tell he was too. His face was screwed up in pleasure, I watched as his v-line and abs flexed as he fucked in and out of my pussy. It took no time before we were both coming. A loud whimper came out of my mouth, making Dave kiss me to shut me up. My hands grabbed at his shoulders yet again as we simultaneously came.

The kitchen was now silent. His body was on mine as we silently tried to catch our breaths. "You okay?" he says to me, looking me in the eyes. "Yeah," I respond, giving him a warm-hearted smile. He slowly pulls out of me, grabbing paper towels and cleaning him and me up. He put his hands on my waist helping me off the counter. When my feet hit the ground my legs felt like jello. "woah what the fuck." I say to myself, making Dave start laughing. "Shut up," I say, now laughing with him. "cmon' let's go," I whisper out, leading the way back to our rooms. Once I was in front of my door I turned back to face Dave. "Sweet dreams." He says quietly, kissing my lips delicately and walking off toward his room.

[itsmyfriendisaac]

♈️ April 19th: Disaster Artist, James Franco.

[jdlmza00]

Need

[fetushrrygf]

reapplying lipgloss in the bathroom at the family function knowing these people dont even really know me anymore…………………..

[calisverse]

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎 as 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒 as 𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄

Tristan & Isolde 2006 (film)

[cinnnamoninmyteeth]

baby if you love me you would call me your bunny tell me that I'm just a baby honey beat me and tell me that no one will love me better than you do

[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?”

[lullabiesinaglasswilderness]

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine James Franco letting you stay overnight.

You looked so peaceful, lying there in his bed. James had dreamed about seeing you there, like this, for months now, barely holding back the reins on his feelings. It was completely innocent, you were over with a couple of other people, you had some drinks, your ride home flaked on you so James said that you could stay over and you took his bed since it was more comfortable than the couch, which he took like a gentleman. You hadn’t even been drunk, just tipsy. He could have called you an Uber of course but - he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to have you here longer.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. You seemed to notice his presence somehow, sense it, because you started to stir, stretching your arms and your legs, smacking your lips and then finally opened your eyes to see him. Your head tilted with confusion as it took you a couple of seconds to remember where you were, and why you were there.

“Mornin,” You said with a smile that he felt right in his heart like a bullet. He could get used to your raspy voice saying that to him every morning.

“Morning,” He said in return, his mouth feeling a little dry. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine, fine,” You nodded, sitting up, and then stretched your arms again, out to the side. It was just so damn cute. “No hangover, thankfully I didn’t drink enough,” you laughed.

“Good, that’s good,” He nodded. “I was thinking we could head out for breakfast or something. I don’t have much-”

“In a minute,” You said, averting your eyes from him to look to the digital alarm clock next to his bed. Your nose wrinkled. “It’s Sunday, we are not waking up at nine o’clock on a fucking Sunday. Get in here.”

He couldn’t believe it. You. Were in. His bed. Beckoning him now. His feet moved as his brain caught up, and he jumped into his own bed beside you, bouncing on his back, making you laugh. He shuffled his way up to the pillow, resting his head on it. You, however, decided to forgo the pillow and rested your head upon his chest. He suddenly felt nervous about you hearing his heartbeat like that. It must be beating fast, while his brain was feeling like it was overheating, a mess on both sides.

“You’re cozy,” You mumbled into his tank top. “We should do this again. Night Jamesy.”

“Morning, y/n,” He chuckled, unable to close his eyes, just watching you tuck back in, and feeling like the luckiest guy in all of LA.

Requested by: Anonymous

[beah388love]

there is not enough freaks and geeks on content on tumblr 😭 would you consider writing for daniel and nick eventually? it can be whatever you like 😊

I Take it back

Full Masterlist Freaks and Geeks Masterlist

Pairing: Daniel Desario x Fem!Reader

Summary: Daniel gets drunk and accidentally snaps at you…

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, yelling (please tell me if I’ve missed any!!)

A/n : y’all I’m sorryyyy I haven’t posted- I’ve been busy!! but here’s something a little angst but fluffy for you 🙂‍↕️

(Thank you for the asks and requests, I really love getting them! And they encourage me to write 🧡 - I have a lot of Freaks and geeks drafts I have to finish and in the making)

You walked into Lindsey's house, where the party was supposed to be. If you was to be honest. You expected it to be shit. She seemed to much of a goody two shoes to have a party at her own house.

You stepped into the livingroom, the house filled with people from your school, dancing and drinking.

You were wearing a tight black dress, lace up the sides. You saw Daniel in the corner, drinking and chatting to Nick and Ken...and Lindsey.

You weren't a fan of her.

You sighed a little and reluctantly walked forward, heading to them. Daniel smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist "finally. Took ages as usual." He smirks against your hair, placing a kiss.

You roll your eyes, not able to help the small smile that spread your face. "Shut up. I had to do my makeup- and my hair, and-"

He cut you off with a peck to your lips "yeah yeah, you look beautiful. So it worked" he grins and kisses your lips again.

You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. Lindsey watched with a moody lip.

Lindsey had planned this whole party just for Daniel, thinking he wanted to take it further with her... despite how obvious yours and his relationship was.

But Lindsey was never told about it...until this point where she realised you two were definitely without a doubt. dating.

You was about to say something to her but she lets out a gasp, looking behind you. The others that were dancing and drinking were now throwing her parents belongings around for fun, almost breaking a vase.

She quickly rushes off to stop them.

Daniel gives an awkward smile to you. "You asked her for the party to be here, didn't you?" You ask him deadpanned.

Daniel gives a sheepish smile "maybe." He says and sips on his drink.

You roll your eyes and shake your head amused "I don't even have anything to say."

Daniel can't help his cheeky smile and puts his empty drink down. "Good. I ain't in trouble then-c'mon" he grins and pulls gently on your arm.

He drags you to the kitchen, getting you and him a bunch of drinks. He knew you was quite a lightweight

so didn't get you anything too strong.

You smiled "thank you babe." You sip your drink and look around, seeing some of your friends.

"No problem..ask me if you want a refill tho. Don't let anyone else do it" Daniel says protectively before letting you walk off to your friends.

You roll your eyes and nod, walking off "yeah yeah-like always."

He smirks lightly, his signature smile. Knowing your used to his protectiveness since he is...a lot.

About an hour or two goes by and...things were well...

Chaotic.

Lindsey was trying her best to stop people from destroying her house and her things. Whilst unfortunately for you...your friends had all left to go with a bunch of guys.

And Daniel was smacked out of his face drunk.

You sighed and watched him, he was yelling as he stood up onto the curtain pole, swinging like a madman.

Nick and Ken were cheering him on. Leaving you to give them stern looks. "Guys what the hell?"

Nick gives a small nervous chuckle "c'mon-it's funny."

You give him an unamused look "you'rere both supposed to help me stop him- not egg him on."

You huff but thankfully Nick and Ken try to help you get Daniel down.

"Babe!- Danny! Get down" you shout over the noise of the people around you who were cheering him on.

Daniel looks down at you and Nick and Ken. His eyes dazed and his damn smirk on his face. He downs his drink and throws it wherever.

"Babe- watch me-" Daniel says as he swings on the curtain pole. You roll your eyes and pull him down carefully "Daniel- you asshole. Get down" you say and he instantly leans on you as you pull him down.

The alcohol catching up with him. The energy dying down. He Leans against you "mh- I was gonna do something totally cool" he mumbled slurred

You roll your eyes and can't help your smile, helping him walk to the kitchen "oh hush..you should be thankful."

Daniel instantly reaches for another beer from the table but you stop him, grabbing his wrist. "No- no more-you can't even walk." You huff

But Daniel's emotions change, the alcohol making his head spin. "Fuck off- I can do what I want."

Nick and Ken's eyes widen as they were watching.

Nick looks to Ken "d-did he just?"

Ken nods "he just said that to y/n." Ken says in disbelief.

But most importantly, you were in disbelief. You stood there and scoffed "what'd you say?"

Daniel slurs his words "I said fuck off. Fuck. Off."

You look at him, growing mad. You knew it was the alcohol but it still hurt.

Daniel gives an asshole smirk "what? Ya gonna cry Go home. You're ruining the party babe." He taunts

You narrow your eyes "no. I'm not gonna cry- and if you didn't want me here you should've said!" You yell and throw your arms about.

Daniel glares and slams his hand down on the counter, snapping "fine! I don't want you here! Go tucking home! To your shitty parents!"

You flinch when he slams his hand down, tears in your eyes but you stop them from falling. burying your emotions down until you get home. "Fine. Fuck you." You say, putting your hard face on and walking off angrily.

Nick and Ken watched with dropped jaws. I mean sure they were used to you two having arguments over stupid things but...Daniel's never snapped at you like that.

You slam the door as you leave the party, walking home on your own, tears slipping but you wipe them away. Not wanting to let his words affect you. Even though you can't believe he said those things. Drunk or not. You was mad.

Nick and Ken go to Daniel, who was leaning against the counter for support, unable to hold himself up.

Ken scoffs a little "what the hell was that man?" He says to Daniel, his voice rising a little.

Daniel grumbles "what?"

Nick scoffs "that!"

Ken nods "yeah- you just literally told y/n to fuck off!-and a bunch of other shit."

Daniel grumbles drunkly, not processing anything they're saying "what? Who?"

Ken rolls his eyes "Jesus Christ."

Nick holds his hand up "dibs not taking him home."

Ken gives him a mad look "what?! That's not fair!"

Nick smirks and shrugs "is too."

Ken huffs and grumbles, reluctantly grabbing Daniel, helping him out to his car outside.

Daniel slurs with half lidded eyes "I hate my life."

Ken rolls his eyes as he sucks in a breath, trying to hold Daniel up and walk him to the car. "Too bad. Mines great" Ken grumbles sarcastically

Ken manages to get Daniel in the car and drive him back to his house. And unfortunately for Ken, Daniel threw up all over his car seats. That’s he now definitely has to clean once he gets back.

The next day rolls round and Daniel woke up with the most pounding head ache. He groans into his pillow, burying his face into it. Internally dying inside from his hangover.

His mum opens his door “Daniel! Get up for school” she says as she steps in his messy room, seeing him sprawled out on his bed, his face buried in his pillow.

Daniel groans “ma, go away.”

His mum rolls her eyes “you’ve got five minutes. Get up.” She says before shutting his bedroom door.

Daniel let’s put a grumble and groan before reluctantly sitting up, rubbing his hand over his face.

He groans internally as he hears his mum calling to him again “I’m awake ma! Jesus-“ he huffs, his head pounding.

He reluctantly gets up and gets dressed, grabbing his bag and phone before heading off for school. His hair messy and scruffy, he looked awful. Hot, but awful.

Daniel arrived to school, heading to your locker but you weren’t there, he figured you must be running late like usual.

Then he spots ken and Nick by their lockers. He grumbles and walks towards them, already dreading their voices joined with his pounding headache.

Ken smirks lightly “oooh…here comes sunshine.”

Daniel rolls his eyes and groans “shut up.”, he says rubbing his temples.

“not a way to talk to the one who helped you home last night- oh! And cleaning up your sick.” Ken gives with a fake smile

Daniel groans “…sorry dude.”

Ken shrugs and grabs his bag from his locker “nah it’s all good. Yknow. Those hours I spent scrubbing my car seats. It was so fun.” Ken says sarcastically

Daniel gives a small sigh and rubs his temples “i said I’m sorry. Now can ya stop talking- my head killing me.”

Ken rolls his eyes and looks to Nick.

Nick scoffs a little “yeah- well your head will be hurting a lot more when ya talk with y/n.”

Ken nods to Daniel, only remembering now himself.

Daniel tilts his head, his eyes opening instantly at the mention of your name. “What about y/n?”

Nick shared a look with Ken.

Daniel feels uneasy and groans “guys- tell me! Was it something I did-…?” Daniel asks reluctantly

Ken nods and sucks in a breath.

Daniel groans internally and covers his face “what’d I do.” He says mumbled by his hands.

Ken sighs “…ya kinda told her to fuck off.”

Daniel’s hands rip from his face and looks at Ken in shock “I said that-?”

Ken nods and clears his throat “yeah…it gets worse. Ya also told her ‘she ruined the party’ and…oh! ‘To go home back to her shitty parents.’” Ken quoted with a sarcastic smirk.

Daniel’s face falls as he listens to what he did, not remembering any of it or meant to say any of it. He didn’t mean any of it. “Fuck…”

Ken nods and shrugs “sorry dude. You gotta deal with her- I got class”

Daniel huffs and nods, grabbing his phone to text you immediately. Mugging off class, the least of his worries.

He was already concerned because you didn’t show up to school. So you must be upset or very very mad at him right now.

Daniel typed out message after message, deleting and rewriting them, not knowing if it’ll make you more mad or not since he doesn’t even remember what he did or said.

He typed out after a lot of thought a quick and simple ‘I’m coming over to yours. I gotta talk to you in person.” He typed and hits send. Walking out of school and to his car to drive to yours.

He checks the message, he can see you’ve read it but left him on read.

He sighs and taps the steering wheel, speeding up to your house. He quickly parks the car and hops out. Opening your back door which Is always open.

“Babe- y/n-? Where are you” he says as he looks around for you, but then goes quiet as he sees you in your bed, facing the wall. A box of tissues on your bed side table.

“….baby” Daniel says sadly, he felt so bad. He has said this before to you, he’s never felt this way about anyone before..especially not a girl before. He loves you. And he knows it.

He softens and walks to your bed, but stops when he hears your sniffles and quiet voice “g-go away”

Daniel feels his heart actually break. He reaches out to your arm, placing his hand on your arm and sitting on your bed next to you “no…I wanna talk to you.”

You sniffle, wiping your tears and keeping your face to the wall, you was so mad but still upset at him. His words did hurt you.

“I- I don’t wanna talk..” you sniffle out

Daniel sighs softly and rubs your arm “well I do. So scoot over.” He says, trying to lighten the mood a little.

You keep quiet and reluctantly scoot further to the wall, your silence was normal, whenever you and Daniel argued, you would use silent treatment. And God damn did it work.

Daniel sighs softly as he scoots closer to you moving to spook you from behind, his arm wrapping round your waist to your stomach. “baby…please talk to me..c’mon.?” He says quietly to you

You sniffle lightly and keep quiet

Daniel sighs and places soft kisses to your shoulder “m’sorry…I dont even remember what I did..or what I said- but whatever I said- I didn’t mean it- I swear-“ he rambles, somewhat talking to himself as you don’t respond and keep quiet, listening.

Daniel rambles “i love you and would never mean whatever I said, I take it back…i take it all back.”

“and if I’m being honest I think I probably was so drunk I thought you was that bitch Amy from our maths class…god she’s annoying-“ Daniel grumbles making you sniffle a small laugh.

You did know how much he hated Amy.

Daniel smiled wide when he heard you laugh a little “…I can’t help it- yknow I hate her.”

You sniffle a small laugh but then sigh “why would you think I was her?”

Daniel sighs “cus she was at the party, i saw her when I first got there. She had her annoying pink bow on her hair” he grumbles

You grin a little “barrette” you correct him jokingly.

Since Amy would always correct anyone who called it a bow.

Daniel chuckles a groan “whatever it fuckin is.”

You smile a little but still have small sniffles.

Daniel frowns a little and moves your hair from your neck, placing soft kisses “please turn around…”

You reluctantly turn around silently, facing him.

Your eyes were puffy from crying, eyes red and your nose sniffling. He felt so bad.

Daniel softens and cups your face, kiss in your nose “there’s that pretty face.”

You sniffle “I look awful.”

Daniel kisses you forehead “you look beautiful…even after crying.”

Daniel frowns a little “…I am sorry for last night….you know that right?..I didn’t mean any of it?”

You nod a little and snuggle into his chest, him instantly wrapping his arms around you.

“I know…it’s just hard…cus too me you looked like you meant it..”

Daniel nods a little “I know- I know….i’m sorry..I didn’t mean it- I’d never think that about you. You’re amazing and pretty- and I don’t even how I pulled you.” He says with his smile.

“And I don’t know why I said that about your parents? Your dad is the fuckin best.” Daniel grins and you giggle a little. Knowing Daniel did love your dad.

“Mhm…he is amazing.” You nod softly against his chest, shutting your puffy eyes.

Daniel nods and plays with your hair “mhm” he bums

You stay like that for awhile until Daniel speaks up again.

“Yknow I’m sorry though right?”

You smile with shut eyes “yes. I know…now shut up. It’s in the past.”

Daniel nods and quickly shuts up, just playing with your hair and mumbling soft things like “I love you, I love your hair and your smile…”

Eventually you fall asleep on his chest, comfortable and content. But then Daniel gets a message from Ken.

‘She killed u get?’

Daniel rolls his eyes and texts back

‘shut up…and no.’

[vampgal202]

Lights, Camera, Action (James Franco x Female reader)

summary: James Franco and Y/n always hated each other on set. But everyone could feel the undeniable tension between the two. One day when the pair have to film a sex scene for their new movie, the scene becomes a little too real.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, public sex, lap grinding, degrading kink, slapping.

"No please I'm fine!" I say to my manager, bickering at me through the phone. "Today you are shooting a few small scenes and the sex scene, honestly Y/n if you're not comfortable-" My manager responds back to me breathlessly. "I'm fine! I got to go, I have to get to the hair and makeup trailer, I'll meet you on set." I say, hanging up the phone, annoyance laced in my voice.

I was definitely not enthralled by the fact I had to shoot a very nude, intimate scene with James, but that's what actors do! James and I never got along, but we have been in more movies together than I could count. Our on-screen chemistry seems to be the main thing that keeps the money flowing in our pockets. I hate James, and since we have spent so much time with each other working on projects, he knows exactly what to say to push my buttons.

***

"It looks amazing, thank you..." I say under my breath to the hairdresser doing my hair. She smiles at me and exits my trailer. My hair was let down, flowing down the back of my robe. As my hairdresser exited, James entered. I turn in my chair to face him, giving him a bored expression. He was wearing the same white robe as me, and his hair was all-natural, revealing the small curls in his hair.

"What?" I say to him, standing up to grab a cigarette out of my purse. "why are you always such a moody bitch?" He says to me scrunching up his eyebrows, a look of confusion and disgust all over his face. I pause my movement, pulling the now-lit cigarette away from between my teeth. "What the fuck is your problem, I'm sorry that I'm not crawling up your ass every second like everyone else on set," I say to him, walking closer to him. He laughs, looking down at me like I'm some idiot.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He says to me, only a couple inches away from my body, looking down at me with so much hatred. I look at him for a second, scanning his face. "This is my trailer, you brought your sorry ass here to come to bug me because clearly, you got nothing better to do," I say to him, finding myself raising my voice. "My sorry ass? Good luck making your way around Hollywood without me, you self-righteous cunt." He spits back at me, now only an inch away from my face.

I slap him across the face making his head turn. He looks back at me, grabbing my jaw hard with his hand and slamming my back against the wall behind me. Before I know it his lips are on mine, forcefully kissing me, still tightly holding my jaw. My hand grabs the back of his hair pulling and tugging as he hungrily kisses me.

His tongue aggressively moves around my mouth, his body now fully pressed against mine. I can already feel the pool between my legs. Until he pulled off of me, letting go of my jaw and stepping back, looking at my body flush against the wall. He brings his fingers up to his now red, swollen lips, and drags his fingers against them, smiling, and walking out of my trailer.

***

"AND, ACTION." The director yells, and the camera starts rolling. I look into James's eyes as he's on top of me. I could feel his genital guard digging into mine, protecting us from actually having sex. I watched as he flicked his eyes down to stare at my unclothed tits. His large hands rubbed up the side of my body, grazing his thumb over my nipple. Although this is a scene, I can't help but feel aroused and I don't know why.

A sheet covers both of our lower halves, only exposing our naked torsos. James pushes his hand under the sheet, touching my genital guard. My eyes flick up at him, knowing that's not a part of the script, but I play into it. He removes my genital guard, looking up at me. My cheeks got hot at the thought of the whole cast watching, thinking this is just us 'acting.'

He removed his and looked at me, I nodded my head. I could see some confused stares from the people on set, knowing my head nod of approval was not in the script. I look away, trying to remember my line but hesitating as he slides himself inside of me. I say my line, trying to keep the sheet from slipping off of us. I tried to keep my moans minimal as to the script, but I couldn't help it.

His cock is thick and big, fucking me so good. I didn't care anymore, I pulled him down kissing his lips, completely moving off the script. The directors didn't stop us, because the acting looked too real to intervene. He swirled his tongue around my mouth, fucking me harder. I could feel the feeling building up in my stomach indicating I was gonna finish soon.

My moans become louder and the scene becomes more heated as I grab onto him, ready to finish, right here. "AND CUT." The director yells and James pulls out of me, putting his genital guard back on, leaving me under the sheets. "This is not done." He whispers in my ear as he gets up. "That was the most amazing sex scene of my life, I could've sworn you guys were really making love under there!" The director says to me and James making us both awkwardly laugh.

Getting up quickly, I walk past the amazed looks from my 'performance' and walk back to my trailer. What the fuck did I just do. I can feel my cheeks get flushed at the embarrassed thoughts. In one swift motion, my hand gets pulled from behind me, spinning me around and making my back slam flat onto the side of James's trailer. He stands in front of me, his eyes dark, filled with desire.

I grab his face and pull him down towards me inclosing his lips within mine. He pulls away, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his trailer, closing the door behind him. His hands are quickly on my body, pulling off my robe and genital guard, cupping my tits. He discards his robe and genital guard, pulling me against him, and walking backward until the backs of his legs hit the couch, sitting down. Placing me right on his cock, I straddle his lap, kissing up his neck and jaw making him let out low moans of satisfaction.

I start grinding against the base of his dick, spreading my juices up his cock. "Yeah, you wanna ride it?" He says to me, licking his lips and smirking. I nod my head, giving him a devilish smile. His hands caressed my thighs and hips, guiding me as I grinded on his hard cock. He grabbed his cock, dragging it through my slit and rubbing circles on my clit with his tip, making me throw my head back in pleasure. "Fuck me." I let out breathlessly.

He brings his dick to my entrance and I slam my hips down making him let out a low groan. I start riding him fast and hard, my tits bouncing in his face. "yeah you fucking dirty whore, take it." He says to me between moans, digging his fingers into my hips, making me whimper. He grabs my jaw, turning my head. "Look at me. Look at me as you ride my fucking cock." He says to me, squeezing my jaw with his large hand. I lean in closer, smashing my lips against his.

He kisses me forcefully, biting my bottom lip as he pulls away from me. "Yes, James ah." I start moaning, loudly, wanting to close my eyes in pleasure but keeping eye contact. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth releasing moans and cuss words. "Fuck I'm coming close," I say to him, becoming tired and sloppier as I ride him. He grabs my lower back and flips my back onto the couch. Now he's on top of me, fucking me with so much force.

I was practically screaming in pleasure. He leans in closer, making his body flush against mine and pulling my hair. I whimper loudly, cumming all over his cock at the time as he finishes inside of me. He quickly pulls out of me, grabbing the box of tissues and cleaning up. He looks me in my eyes for a second as he's cleaning me and see a moment of sincerity in there.

"Sorry for yelling at you," I say to him quietly."Which time?" He says to me, smiling. "Shut up" I smile back covering my hands with my face. "Sorry for calling you a cunt." He says in a serious tone. "You're just saying that because you were just inside of me." I start laughing to myself making him start laughing too. Maybe James isn't so bad after all?

[jexsoul]

Emily and Fred

Palo Alto (2013)