Film Projector Anon

Hello, hello, hello! Call me 📽, a writing anon! I write primarily for Newsies, but can do other media upon request. Requests are always open (both SFW and NSFW)! NSFW asks are tagged with “rated R” and characters are assumed to be 18+

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elmer x albert smut with elmer not being able to get alberts dick all the way down his throat from his gag reflex hehe

Elmer loved his boyfriend for all of his parts and qualities.

Though, if he was being honest with himself, there was one issue that he did have with Albert.

Namely, his monstrous dick.

On paper, it was what every bottom dreamed of- a full 10 inches of cock, perfect for pounding his prostate and making him see stars.

In practice, however, Elmer often found himself in over his head with trying to handle Albert’s dick.

“You really don’t have to force yourself, Elm,” Albert panted as Elmer slowly jerked him off.

“But I wanna get it eventually.” Elmer brushed his thumb over Albert’s head. “And I can only get better with practice.”

And how could Albert say no to head?

Despite the trick of squeezing his thumb, Elmer still found himself gagging and sputtering from Albert’s dick hitting the back of his throat.

He pulled off with an undignified, slobbery cough, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm.

But Elmer was surprised to see Albert looking at him, eyes kind and soft.

“You’re already so good for me, but I want you to take care of yourself, Elm.”

“But I almost-“

“I’d rather hear your voice as perfect and clear as it is than have you wreck your throat for me.”

So Elmer doesn’t try to go as far down.

And his voice sounds beautiful as he later moans and begs for Albert to fuck him harder.

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a striptease with spromeo?

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Romeo was impatient at the best of times.

So having to keep his hands to himself as he watched Specs move sensually to Joan Jett would have been torture if he wasn’t so turned on.

Specs had opted for a leather jacket that was zipped all the way up as well as some tattered jeans, complete with a pair of black combat boots.

As he slowly unzipped the jacket, Specs revealed not only a mesh muscle shirt, but also set of leather straps across his chest.

He draped the jacket across Romeo’s shoulders, leaning in tantalizingly close, yet not quite kissing him.

As for the jeans, Specs leaned down and started pulling up some cleverly concealed zippers, eventually reducing the jeans to scraps of denim on the floor.

The leather briefs he wire could barely hide his own arousal.

It was at this point that Romeo broke.

“Either you get in my lap right now or I’m tackling you to the floor and fucking you there.”

The bed Romeo was sitting on was the more reasonable choice, Specs figured as he sauntered over and sat down in Romeo’s lap, letting their dicks rub up against each other through layers of fabric.

For the first round, at least.

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(Dom!) Jack and (sub!) Davey “I’m going to fill you up”

Davey had just turned his face from being squished into the pillow when he felt Jack’s lips brush against his ear.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he groaned, punctuating the last word with another deep thrust into him.

Though it wasn’t a direct question, there was still that element of waiting, of gauging Davey’s response and, in turn, his consent.

An answer of “Please, sir- use me as your hole,” was all Jack needed to get back to pounding away into Davey, digging his nails into his sides.

And true to his word, Jack was cumming inside him, plunging his cock in deep as he unloaded into Davey.

His head was spinning enough as it was, but the feeling of Jack’s cum, warm and sticky inside him, made Davey feel like he’d ascended to another level of existence.

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ANYTHING SPRALBERT PLS IM BEGGING

can be smut or fluff or both

“This was a terrible idea.”

“You were the one who wanted to ride the Ferris Wheel,” Spot grunted as he tried to shift into a more comfortable position.

Race huffed as Albert’s elbow dug into his ribs from the other side. “It’s not my fault the seats shrunk!”

“They didn’t shrink,” Albert grumbled. “We got bigger, dumbass.”

“And they wouldn’t have let one of us sit in another’s lap anyways.”

Still, for all their griping, Race was more than pleased when Albert and Spot fell into an awed silence at the view from the top of the wheel.

And he took that opportunity to kiss both of their cheeks as they all took in a beautiful moment together.

…only for the griping to resume the moment the wheel started going back down again.

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lazy morning steamy makeouts w/ jojo, race or albert?

The thing about three guys waking up is that you will often have three cases of morning wood.

And such is usually an inconvenience that will either go away on its own or is taken care of by jerking off.

But for three friends who discovered the benefits of being more than just friends, morning wood was something to be exploited.

Albert is sitting up against the headboard, one hand cradling the side of JoJo’s face and the other grabbing his ass.

JoJo, for his part, was grinding his hips against Albert’s as they made out, their breaths hot and heavy in the early morning air.

And behind JoJo was Race, sucking bruises into his neck and stealing kisses whenever JoJo had to pull away from Albert.

His own hard-on strained the fabric of his briefs, aching for release as Race ground against JoJo’s ass.

Eventually they would lose what few clothes they had on and resume last night’s activities.

But for this brief instant, the kisses and friction would suffice.

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some spavey (spot x davey as they CANT GET OUT MY HEAD) smut with transmasc spot with no surgeries

There were two relevant things that Davey knew about Spot before they started hooking up.

One: Spot was trans.

Two: Spot had a very active sex life.

Still, it didn’t occur to Davey that this would result in Spot having a collection of toys and equipment for said sex life.

So during their first night together, it catches him by surprise to see just how many different toys Spot has when he opens up a drawer to get some lube.

“Do you actually use all of these on a regular basis?” Davey asks, his lust giving way to genuine curiosity as he holds up a dual-pronged vibrator.

Spot shrugs in amusement as he takes out a set of beads on a string. “What can I say? I like having options. And so do my partners.”

They end up swapping positions so that Davey is kneeling in between Spot’s legs, kissing him as they experiment with the toys in the drawer.

It does something for Spot’s ego to see how eager Davey is to please him, whether it be through teasing his clit with a vibtator or using his tongue at the same time as the toys.

And it isn’t long before he’s cumming around Davey’s fingers, though the night is far from over for either of them.

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would you do just like a first date with al and finch?

It was Friday, which meant it was the day that Finch and Albert would head to the arcade before grabbing tacos for dinner.

It’d been their tradition for as long as they’d been friends.

So Albert was surprised by Finch’s insistence on opening every door for him.

As well as Finch playing the games that gave out lots of tickets instead of the usual co-op rail-shooters that they usually did together.

It comes to a head when Finch asks him which of the giant stuffed animals he wants.

“Seriously, dude,” Albert asks when they get to the head of the line. “I thought you wanted to save up your tickets for the drone? You’ve wanted that for, like, the last eight months and now you’re gonna throw them away on a giant teddy bear?”

“Because you want the bear and I’m trying to be a good boyfriend!” Finch finally admits, somewhat exasperated.

Albert’s mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again a few beats later. “This is a date, isn’t it,” he says flatly.

“I literally said ‘It’s a date’ when I called you about it last night.”

They settle for a smaller bear and plan their ticket strategies for next week over tacos.

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jealous sprace smut? bonus points for them fucking where people could/can hear them.

In Race’s opinion, Jack hadn’t even been trying to brag.

He just had a naturally showy disposition that made most of what he did come off as proud to the point of arrogance.

But Spot must have seen some ulterior motive in the way Jack let some of the younger newsies swing from his flexed arms.

“We can’t-“ Race protested as Spot pulled him into the hallway. “I mean- we shouldn’t- everyone’s right there!”

“Then I’ll just have to shut you up.” Spot showed no remorse as he rucked up Race’s shirt, undoing his slacks just enough to free his dick.

Spot’s own dick followed suit and he pressed it against Race’s, relishing in the whimper it elicited.

He spat into his hand and wrapped it around the two of them, leaning in to make good on his word and keep Race quiet.

Even still, moans and pleas for more managed to slip out, threatening to expose the two of them to their friends barely ten feet away, separated by a flimsy wall.

They came all over Spot’s hand, some stray ropes landing on their wrinkled clothes.

As he came down from his high, Race wondered if making Spot jealous was the key to having more fun like this.

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Oh my gosh you have returned! Hi ! I missed you so much! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

It’s good to see me, isn’t it?

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would you write some fluffy javid kissing in the rain?

It was, as many things were in their lives, an impulsive act at first.

The cobblestone streets of New York were already difficult enough for the average walker.

But the rain made it nearly lethal.

As they ran back to the lodging house to avoid getting soaked further, Jack lost his footing on a loose stone.

Staying upright only thanks to Davey grabbing his the strap of his vest from behind.

Davey pulled him back and had barely managed to mutter a warning about being reckless when Jack pressed their mouths together.

Perhaps it was relief at not having dashed his face against the ground.

Perhaps it was gratitude that Davey was always looking out for him.

But when he pulled back, the confusion on Davey’s face gave way to a deep blush that confirmed that the tender feeling Jack had inside was shared.

They were already wet anyways, so there was no sense in rushing back to Duane Street.

Rather, they lost themselves in gentle kisses against the backdrop of a grey, gloomy sky.

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mirror sex with jolmer

Elmer swore that he was going to hang up the mirror he bought for his bedroom.

But when JoJo pushed him onto the bed, high off the thrill of a New York Rangers win, all thoughts of rearranging the furniture disappeared.

It probably had to do with Elmer wearing JoJo’s lucky jersey.

Indeed, it was the only thing he was wearing as JoJo fucked him from behind, slapping his ass and grabbing the reddened, bruised flesh.

“You look so fucking good, baby,” JoJo growled, pulling Elmer’s hair back to force him to look at his reflection. “Taking me, letting me fuck you, my good luck charm.”

As JoJo pounded away at the spot that made him see white, Elmer had only one coherent thought.

The mirror could definitely stay where it was if it meant a view like this.

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u alive?

It’s not a comeback; it’s a return.

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fuck.. jack x davey and davey's transmasc with no surgeries so it's just jack eating him out <3

Never let it be said that Davey didn’t know how to get what he wanted.

And being upfront with Jack was usually for the best- coy euphemisms sometimes went over his head.

Which is how they ended up sprawled out on the former’s bed, one of Davey’s legs hooked over Jack’s shoulder and the other stretched to the side, allowing the other boy full access to him.

“Just like that,” Davey sighed, his hand gently but firmly keeping Jack’s head in place as the latter ate him out.

Jack had one hand shoved into his own pants, the other stroking Davey’s clit in time with his licks.

Even when Davey tapped out a warning, Jack continued to stimulate him through his orgasm, his moans muffled by Davey’s skin.

The sight of Jack wiping Davey’s mess off his face with his forearm, grinning with smug satisfaction, was unfairly hot and Davey almost felt bad for pulling him close and kissing it away.

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spot/finch with knife play?

It's no surprise that Spot has a knife on him.

After all, self-defence just works out better when you have more tools at your disposal.

Finch just didn't expect it to fall out of his pants when they're making out in Spot's bed.

"Oh, damnit," Spot mutters as he grabs it from the bed. "I'll just put it... Finch? You okay?"

He didn't even notice that his breathing had grown heavier, his pants tighter.

"Can you... Can you use your knife? In bed? With me?"

That causes Spot to sit up and establish some ground rules with Finch to make sure neither of them end up in the hospital that night.

He's extra cautious as he drags the knife along Finch's bare chest, making sure not to nick him with the tip.

But he does use it to hook Finch's necklace and gently pull him up into a kiss.

As he fucks Finch and keeps the knife out of range of his neck, Spot wonders if he could get his hands on a dull knife.

After all, now that this kink had been revealed to him, he now had his own fantasies that he wanted to try out.

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"you want to do this right now? even though we could be caught" and "I want to fulfill that fantasy you've always wanted" with spromeo? please?

It's at a party hosted by Romeo's ex that Specs brings up the question.

The party is for a mutual friend between Romeo and his ex, so Romeo decided to play nice and go with it despite how much he hated his ex.

To add insult to injury, it's at his ex's house.

Romeo has been fuming all night, almost crushing his solo cup in his fist.

So Specs takes him aside and whispers in his ear.

"You want to do that? Now?" Romeo asks, actually pinching himself to make sure he heard his boyfriend clearly. "We could be caught."

Specs just shrugs and grins. "You need some good memories of tonight and, honestly, I've always wanted to fulfill that fantasy too."

So they sneak off to the stairs and find Romeo's ex's bedroom.

Mercifully, the room is unoccupied, the owner downstairs acting like the pompous windbag he is.

Romeo pulls Specs onto the bed with him, fire in his eyes.

They can't lose too much of their clothes in case someone barges in, but they push down their pants and get to work.

First, Romeo fucks Spec's mouth until he's spilling down his throat.

Then, Specs flips Romeo over and fucks him into the sheets.

So what if he cums a second time without being touched?

That guy deserves to have some messy sheets anyways.

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more finch x sniper headcanons? sfw or nsfw

Sniper absolutely detests having sex on a bed.

He claims it's "too soft"

Which annoyed the hell out of Finch when they were having sex for the first time considering he had freshly washed and pressed his bedsheets for that very occasion.

Still, they make do with other surfaces.

Most often are the couch, the kitchen island, or even just the floor.

Though there are some riskier places Finch and Sniper have fucked in.

Including the back of Sniper's truck, the back alley behind their dorm building, and the break room at Finch's workplace.

It was lucky enough that Finch's boss took breaks seriously and didn't bother people in that room.

Otherwise he would have gotten an eyeful of Finch bent over a chair, Sniper railing him from behind.

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some soft redfinch nsfw?

After an accident on his motorcycle, Albert doesn't see his body the same anymore.

Sure, it still works after lots of physiotherapy sessions and he's thankful he didn't lose any of his limbs.

But the scars that now litter his body have made him self-conscious of even having short sleeves around his boyfriend.

So Finch proposes they try something in the bedroom.

"You can tell me to stop at anytime, Albie," he murmurs, taking his hand in his own. "Okay?"

Albert nods as he gives Finch's hand a squeeze.

Finch starts off with kissing Albert's hands, each knuckle and joint.

Then he makes his way down his arm, over his shirt.

"Is it okay if I roll up your sleeves?"

"Yeah, Finch."

Over the expanse of skin, Finch continues to press kiss after kiss, whispering words of love and adoration.

It slowly progresses like this throughout the night, with Albert taking off more layers and Finch continuing to lavish him with gentle affection and praise.

When they're both naked, Finch settles in behind Albert and kisses down his neck, letting his hands run over his body.

"I love you for you, Albie," he murmurs. "You were beautiful the day I met you, and you're beautiful now, and you'll be beautiful everyday after."

Albert was never one to cry during times like this, but sometimes, all we really need are those simple affirmations and promises.