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[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.

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[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?

[love-hatred-stuff]

There has to be more stuff with James Franco??!!!!

I'm starving out here...

Guess I'll have to write myself then

[the-imaginative-hobbyist]

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[rigginsstreet]

oh my god remember when seth rogan and james franco almost started a war with north korea that was a crazy year

[firelord-frowny]

mega hate when, if im venting about how upsetting it is that nobody in my social/familial circle wants or is even willing to visit nature parks/reserves with me and go on hikes, people are like

~well just be independent and go solo! 😊😊😊dont let anyone hold you back!😚😚😚~

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Do you know what nearly EVERYONE who’s ever been eaten by a bear had in common? 

THEY WERE HIKING ALONE! They were bike riding alone! Oh my fucking god! like ok, there are MANY activities that are perfectly safe - or at least not markedly unsafe - to do without any companions. But hiking is absolutely not one of them. 

and then people are like, 

oh, but there are no bears in pg county! 

meanwhile on the internet...

fuck off, im not going hiking alone. 

and i also am not going hiking with Internet Strangers unless someone I already know/trust is with me. 

[theputterer]

learning that James Franco was the original first choice for the role of Arthur in "Inception" but couldn't do it due to scheduling conflicts, which then led to Joseph Gordon-Levitt getting the role... I am shook... this would've had, like, cosmic consequences

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[fireessie]

I'm so curious about what will happen with Franco next year now.

Like let's imagine he's the second coming of Max Verstappen...Williams can't give him a seat unless they sack Alex or James' boyfriend.

All the other teams will be looking to keep lineups through the regulation changes

So does he just do half a season of F1 and call it quits??? Like I can't see the long term gain for Williams in all this

And there's the other side of this. If Franco doesn't perform....does James immediately start slagging him off to the media and threatening to replace him with Luke? Lia? Like one academy kid a week for the rest the year?

[boricuacherry-blog]

After James Franco published his fictional account entitled "Bungalow 89" where he claims he didn't sleep with Lindsay Lohan, just read her a bedtime story about bananafish, Lindsay countered with a short story of her own:

James Franco says we did not have sex, and one of the things I learned growing up in a family of chaos was to respect other people's truths, even if that truth is something they made up driving home wasted in an Escalade that I frickin bought. Anyway, since he has shared his version of events, I think it's only fair I shared mine.

It was a few years ago. I don't remember if I was sober or not. I think I probably was. I actually never even really drank that much, and as I told Oprah, I only did coke 10-15 times, so statistically, the chances are good I was not wasted when this happened.

I was wandering around the Chateau Marmont, which is a hotel. I will say that I do like the Chateau because there are lots of beautiful flowers tended by people who care as deeply about tending flowers as I do about my passion, starring in films.

I had just taken a swim in the pool where, per the advice of several therapists, I had taken some time to imagine that I was one of any number of various sea creatures.

Afterwards I had taken a leisurely shower and then put a deep conditioning pack on my hair. So I was just walking around inhaling the scent of night blooming jasmine and my deep conditioning pack when one of the bungalow doors opened.

This guy stuck his head out. I didn't know who it was. In fact at first I thought it was this guy who worked at the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf on Beverly Hills and I was like, what is he doing here? "Hey," he said.

As I got closer I saw that it was that actor who always wants people to think that he's smart but I still couldn't remember his name.

"Oh hey," I said.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"I'm deep conditioning my hair," I said.

"Why?" he said. He said it in this really challenging way, like deep conditioning your hair was against the law.

"Uh, because it has a lot of split ends from being so color treated and all the extensions that I have used over the last few years, being an actress who cares about my craft, the way that Chateau Marmont flower-tenders care about flowers."

He shook his head. He was kind of good looking I guess but there was something about his face. He looked so serious, like he had just finished reading 1000 books and had to read 1000 more or he was never going to get to watch TV again.

He said, "Have you ever thought about all the time you spend deep conditioning your hair? Have you ever thought about the expectations that society places on you as a celebrity and how you exploit yourself by responding to them?"

I said, "Duh, that's all I think about. But deep conditioning my hair is one of the ways I find my center."

"That's beautiful," he said. He actually got a tear in his eye. Then he said, "I'm sorry, it's just that the intersection of the banal commercial world with narratives about inner peace triggers a conditioned, sentimental response in me that produces something like actual feelings."

It was all clear now. "You're James Franco," I said.

He asked me to come in and I did. I sat in a chair.

"Can I read you a story?"

He said it was called A Perfect Day for Bananafish. I don't remember very much about it, except at one point, he stopped reading and started to explain to me that it should really be called something else gross and dumb because of something about the fish being phallic which personally I feel like he made up. I can't really remember. I was so tired, but somewhere, a little voice piped up and let me know there was actually a really brilliant way to get through the next hour of my life without having to walk all the way back to my room, and I was like, "If I have sex with you, will you stop talking?"

I am a lady, so I don't want to tell you what happened next.

[wafflesrisa]

James Vowles does not want to train up a driver for a rival team

There is only one reason I can imagine James Vowles would sign Franco Colapinto, and that is that Mick Schumacher and Fred Vesti are still in the running for the empty Mercedes seat.

- Liam Lawson, Oliver Bearman and Jack Doohan are currently under contract and also are either guaranteed or likely to have a F1 seat in a rival team to Williams in 2025. James does not want to train up a rival team’s driver

- Kimi Antonelli is out of the question for the same reasons

- Against this backdrop there is no reason not to sign Mick Schumacher, who literally drives the sim for Williams’ engine provider Mercedes. Or Fred Vesti, who is affiliated with Mercedes

Unless Toto Wolff was not able to give James Vowles enough comfort that Mick or Fred wouldn’t be signed to the Mercedes empty seat. In that situation James would need to sign someone “in-house” from Williams, or keep Logan.

He should have kept Logan.

[vampgal202]

Best Friends Daddy (James Franco x Female reader)

Summary: When Y/n anticipates a night of school work and studying at her best friend Marsha's house. Her early appearance gets her caught up in a fantasy that she's been dreaming of for years.

idea inspired by @francosgf <3

Warnings: Smut, spitting, choking, degrading kink, praising kink, daddy kink.

It was currently 3:45pm. I was packing my backpack with all my sleepover essentials. Not bothering to fold anything, just stuffing everything in and hoping it zips up. I was staying the night at my friend Marsha's house tonight. Marsha is my best friend, she's smart, funny, and is also the most gorgeous girl in school. She definitely got her looks from her Dad. Everyone knows that Marsha's dad James is totally hot. He used to be an ex-cop or something. He could handcuff me any day.

"Y/n, what time are you going to Marshas?" The sound of my mom's voice breaks me out of my thoughts. I shoot my head up to be met with my mom standing at my door. "Uh, now? She told me to be there around dinner time but I'm sure it's cool if I come early." I respond back to my mom, zipping up my backpack in the process. "Okay, see you tomorrow."

***

I patiently wait for someone to answer the door after ringing the bell. My feet kick at the old 'welcome' mat placed in front of the door until I hear the door open. My head shoots up with a smile, expecting to be met with Marsha's wide grin. But to my surprise, her Dad James answers. "Oh, Y/n. Marsha and her Mom just went out to get some last-minute things for dinner." James says to me, giving me a warm closed mouth smile and motioning his hand to Marsha's missing car in the driveway. "No, worries. I can come back-" I respond, almost feeling embarrassed of my early appearance. "No, please come in." He cuts me off, moving his body to the side to let me in the door. I look up and flash him a smile, walking into the house.

"Do you wanna' help me get dinner started?" He says to me, closing the door behind us. "Yeah sure, let me just bring my bag upstairs," I respond, unhooking my backpack strap from my shoulder. "No please let me!" James insists grabbing my backpack out of my hands. "Thank you, Mr. Franco," I mutter back to him. "Please, call me James." He responds back, flashing me a wide grin and disappearing up the stairs.

The living room smelt like something was baking in the oven. "I'm getting started with dinner, wanna help?" I turn my head to see James coming down the stairs. "Yeah," I respond, following behind him to the kitchen. He was wearing a white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and a brown cardigan. His body was firm and tall, practically towering over me. Once we got to the kitchen James started cutting vegetables lying on a cutting board. Not too long after the room was erupted in jokes and laughter. The sounds of boiling vegetables and the faint noise of the tv fill my ears. I was sitting on the counter simply doing nothing but keeping James company as he prepares dinner.

"And yeah, that's pretty much it." He says to me, wrapping up one of his cop stories and throwing a washcloth over his shoulder. "How old are you?" He asks me curiously, crossing his arms over his chest. "18," I respond, biting back a grin knowing I'm 17. His eyes scanned over my body. He walked closer to me. The tension was thick. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine. His hands rubbed over my body, groping my thighs, hips, and my ass. His hands squeezed around my ass, lifting it off the counter and making me wrap my legs around his waist.

My hand trailed down to his boner in his pants, palming it, causing him to slam my back into the nearest wall. "You fucking dirty girl." He says to me closing his eyes and throwing his head back as I apply more pressure to his cock in his pants. He lets out throaty groans making me need him more than ever. "Fuck me, Daddy," I say to him, looking up at him through my lashes. He wasted no time pulling his cock out of his pants. It was thick and long, pre-cum dripping out his tip. His rough hands flipped up my skirt and moved my panties to the side. He dragged his two fingers through my pussy.

"Fuck you're so wet. If we weren't short on time I'd sprawl you out on that counter and eat your pussy right here." He says to me lowly. "Do it," I responded, daring him. His eyes darkened, and he hesitated for a second, staring at my pussy. In one swift motion, he grabbed my ass again, lifting me off the wall and planting my ass on the edge of the cold countertop. He got down on his knees, pulling my body closer to his face, thrusting his tongue inside of me. My hands immediately grabbed onto his hair, pulling at the root as I rode against his face.

"Oh yes." I was a moaning mess. His tongue fucked me hard. As I rode against his face, his nose nudged my clit each time, making me on the verge of screaming. "Fuck Daddy don't stop," I say, the feeling that I'm coming close starts building up in my stomach. But he pulls off my pussy. "I want you to cum on my cock like the whore you are," he says to me, lining his cock up to my entrance and slamming into me.

He fucked me hard and raw. His rough hand grabbed my jaw. "Open your mouth." He says to me, darkly. I obey, opening my mouth widely. He leans forward, spitting in my mouth and then pressing my jaw shut. A small grin appears on his face as he watches me swallow his spit. His hand made its way down from grabbing my jaw to holding my neck. His large hand covered my entire neck, lightly squeezing it. The pressure was a sensation I never thought I would like.

His other hand which was resting on my thigh, moved over to my clit, rubbing small circles on it. My moans were loud, I couldn't contain myself. "Good girl, you're such a good girl." He said to me, between his groans of pleasure. His low throaty moans were all it took to have me coming undone all over his cock. Shortly after James released inside of me, filling me up.

The room was quiet for a while. Our rapid breathing was the only thing I could hear. James looked up at me, gently moving the hair out of my face. "You okay?" he says to me, looking over my face. "Yeah," I say, giving him a warm smile. "Hold on stay there." He says to me, before pulling out of me and disappearing off somewhere.

He quickly came back with a towel in his hand. He gently cleaned me off and helped me off the counter. "Hey are you sleeping over here tonight?" he says to me curiously. "Yeah me and Marsha got some school work to cram in," I respond, fixing myself up. But James doesn't respond, just a mischievous smirk appears on his face before the sound of the front door opens.

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I swear to fucking god I’m shooting James vowel like it’s on sight my guy I swear to fucking god next time I see you bro like next time I see you bouta go to my first F1 race just to snap his fucking neck how are you replacing Logan WITH ANOTHER INEXPERIENCED DRIVER YOU FUCKING MORON THATS THE WHOLE PROBLEM IN THE FIRST PLACE UGH AND MID SEASON TOO LIKE I HAD NINE MORE RACES TO PREPARE MY HEART FOR THIS BUT NO U WANNA TAKE THAT AWAY FUCK YOU JAMES VOWEL KYS AND I HOPE YOU GET REPLACED YA HOW ABOUT THAT 🖕🏽🖕🏽🖕🏽🖕🏽 ALSO ANOTHER THING how the hell are you gonna announce the new driver before Logan leaving like pardon me I just hope they don’t ruin Franco Colapinto because dude I know damn well they are but still also I hope Logan knows that he got fans still with him dawg like imagine how disappointed he is in himself UGH I hate hate hate this I HATE JAMES VOWEL and the way that Alex’s post for Logan was so much more sincere then fucking Williams like oh my god THE PERSON RUNNING WILLIAMS ACCOUNT TOO ITS ON SIGHT MY GUY

[formulaford2022]

Okay so as a Logan Sargeant fan, I clearly have some thoughts. Tbh my interest in F1 this season has been really low (because it's extremely boring) and this kinda makes me not even wanna watch Monza. I was actually really looking forward to this weekend (F3 final round) but now everything is just making me feel uneasy. If I'm being honest, I wish they never would have signed Logan for this year. He could've had a WEC seat or something for this year and saved himself from all this drama. Putting aside for the moment my thoughts on his performance. This sucks for him as a person. I cannot imagine what it would be like showing up for work every week and getting so many mixed signals of if you have job security or even support from your boss, and then literally everything ever said about you in the media or online is so extremely negative and rude. Then to be dropped this way just really makes me lose all respect for Williams. I am not against mid season dropping, but I have literally never seen it handled well (except tbh I feel like jhr handled Canapino pretty well and Meyer Shank just like barely acknowledged it, which somehow worked for them??? I guess???). I do feel like Logan's bad performance is extremely exaggerated, but I am also a fan so I'm probably a little more biased, but I don't think he's been doing that terrible. Like I'm not saying he's doing good by any means and I completely understand why they would want to drop him, but it's not like they're actually ever fighting for points. Like Williams is trash and they are not fighting for points like ever. Franco Colapinto is not going to score them points. Alex Albon is barely scoring them points. I get James Vowles doesn't like Logan and I can see why he would be dropped. It just doesn't make sense to me to bring in Franco Colapinto who has done half a season in f2 and one free practice. Like he's not really gonna perform super well (I am a Colapinto fan I hope he does amazing I'm just trying to be realistic) and he's not in competition for a seat right now so he's going to what? go back to f2? be a reserve driver? have a horrible 9 races and then no one wants to sign him? Does amazing and no one wants to sign him? it makes no sense to me. Tbh I'm more mad about them putting Franco in with so little preparation and experience, than I am about them dropping Logan. Idk none of this probably made sense but I'm trying to do college and write this post and it's kind of stressing me out. If Franco does amazing and gets a shot with another team I am going to be so thrilled and excited. If he doesn't do super great and his career gets shot I am going to be so much more angry at Williams.