I'm Jacob and I love Smosh! This is a classic Smosh blog (cuz i'm stuck in 2014 lel) Will mostly be posts of Anthony cause I like him the most ļ¼Ā“āļ½''ļ¼
do you have any rare anthony/ian pics from their 2002-2010 era cuz im FEINING!!!!!
I definitely have some, I hope you like these :)
In the last image, Anthony is the one with the cup in his mouth, and Ian is the one sitting to the right of the barbecue grill with a cup in his hand š
Looking at more stuff for Die Smoshing, I found an old forum thread about the flash while it was still in it's early production. Mainly this was talking about potential names for it.
And here are some of the ones the members suggested (as well as bonus stuff from the thread itself):
Another little Smosh wallpaper I've made since I want to try and recreate potential ones that the Smosh website used to have.
(3DS Max + Photoshop)
Again, getting quite good at this sort of style. Also yes, my watermark does have a reference to the Smosh website since I feel like I would've made this for them if I were around on the Smosh website back then.
Although I don't think my name would be "PolygonalPadilla" on the Smosh website tbh, just to not tick off Anthony. Anyways if you read all of this heres an Anthony image for you:
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Plot: Anthony sneaks into Ian's room late at night to fuck him in his sleep.
A/N: I don't know why I wrote this, I just really wanted something hot so I wrote this. Sorry if it's maybe kinda dark but I really like somno.
Word count: 1,3k
Warnings/tags: gay sex, top!anthony, bottom!ian, noncon/rape, anal sex, somnophilia, creampie.
Anthony gently opened the door to Ianās room. He knew what he was going to do was wrong, but the more his own head begged him to stop, the more his dick took control of his body.
Ian was fast asleep, laying on his stomach and facing the wall. It was the perfect position for Anthony to slink his way into the bed as slowly as he could, pressing himself against Ianās back. He ran his hand down the brunetteās arm, testing to see if heād wake up from just a gentle touch. Ian stayed still, like Anthony wasnāt even there.
Anthony went further down, his fingers curling over the waistband of Ianās underwear. He pushed it down as much as he could without needing Ian to lift his body. He peeked under the covers, seeing Ianās bare ass perked out in the perfect angle, giving Anthony as much access as he needed.
Anthony breathed deeply, trying to soothe his pounding chest. He remembered a tube of lube in Ianās nightstand drawer and reached for it, hurriedly squirting some onto the tip of his cock, spreading it across his length. He used the leftover lube on his hand to push a finger into Ian; even if he was going to fuck his best friend in his sleep, he didnāt want it to hurt him when he woke up.
Anthony cupped his hand under the tip of his dick. Just pumping his fingers inside of Ian made him drip precome, and he didnāt want any of it to stain Ianās bed sheets.
Ian gradually felt less tense around Anthonyās fingers, and once Anthony was satisfied he removed his fingers, eager to push into Ian. He tried to wipe the lube off on his shirt before holding onto Ianās waist, keeping him in place as he moved closer.
Anthony did one last check, glancing at Ianās face to make sure he was still fast asleep. Once sure, his looked back down, watching as his cock pushed into Ian, sliding gently in between Ianās ass cheeks. Anthony bit his lip, in disbelief that Ian still felt this beautifully tight after the effort he put in to open him up.
Inch after inch, Anthony was eventually completely inside Ian. He held back any urge to slam into Ian right then, remembering he couldnāt afford to wake Ian up in fear of how he would react. That mustāve been the reason why Anthony snuck into Ianās room at such an hour, while the older was asleep.
Anthony craved day by day, imagining how Ian would feel around him, how well Ian could please him with that perfect, tempting hole of his. But Anthony was deathly terrified of ruining his friendship with Ian; he was friends with him for so long he couldnāt imagine a world without him. He figured if he could just feel Ian once without him knowing, he would be satisfied. However, Anthony had never thought about what he would do if he was never fully satisfied by this one night, if he needed Ian more than he thought.
For now, Anthony just kept a steady breathing pattern, preventing himself from panting harshly next to Ianās ear in fear it could wake him. He was surprised Ian had stayed asleep all while Anthony dragged his cock in and out of him. Anthony was sure he had hit Ianās prostate a few times now, but Ian didnāt flinch once. Out of curiosity, Anthony reached underneath Ian, careful to not disturb him.Ā
Anthonyās fingertips made contact with Ianās dampening underwear. The tip of his cock was leaking onto his mattress; maybe in Ianās head he thought it was all just a hyper-realistic wet dream.
Anthony froze when Ian started moving. He checked Ianās face again, but his eyes were closed the same as when he checked earlier. Anthony soon realised Ian was rolling his hips against his hand, trying to hump the mattress in his sleep. At the same time, Ian was rocking himself backwards against Anthony, involuntarily fucking Anthonyās cock deeper into him. Anthony stifled a groan, reminding himself Ian was not conscious right now and he probably didnāt know Anthony was even inside him. Nevertheless, Anthony resumed his thrusting, moving with the rhythm of Ianās hips, making his fucking less obvious.
It felt good, Ian in Anthonyās grasp, his hand on his dick and being fucked by him. Anthony panicked when he realised he was near orgasm, remembering he needed to do something with the load he was about to spill. Ian didnāt keep tissues next to his bed, and Anthony obviously couldnāt come inside Ian; just thinking about Ianās reaction to waking up with come dripping from his hole made Anthony shiver. Pulling out at the last minute was also out of the question; such a sudden movement would definitely wake Ian up.
Anthony attempted to halt his thrusts to hold back his orgasm while he thought of a solution, but he forgot Ian was moving autonomously, with no way to stop him. If Anthony did, Ian would wake up for sure. Anthony could only lay there, his mind racing with thoughts, trying to hurry before Ian made him come. That was until he heard Ian mutter in his sleep.
ā Anthonyā¦ so good,ā Ian mumbled, face pressed up against his pillow. āMore, Anthony, donāt stop.ā Anthonyās face went hot. Ian was dreaming about him? He thought about if this was Ianās first wet dream about him, or if this was common for Ian.
āCock feels good, fuck me, Anthony,ā Ian continued to mumble. Anthony felt his dick throb every time Ian spoke. He swore Ian started moving faster, fucking his dick into Anthonyās hand. Anthony couldnāt not move, especially when Ian was begging like that. The need overtook Anthony, all rationality escaping him in that moment. He figured if Ian dreamt about him like that, he wouldnāt mind finding himself full of seed in the morning.
Anthony did as Ian begged, picking up speed in his thrusts, goosebumps prickling his arms every time he pushed into Ian. It felt like his nerves were on fire. Ian continued to mumble Anthonyās name in his sleep, like he knew it brought Anthony closer to coming each time he said it.
āāM coming in you,ā Anthony whispered unconsciously, hoping Ian would hear him. āGonna fill you up good, Ian.ā Anthony did shortly after, pressing his cock deep inside Ian, depositing every last drop of semen inside his best friend. A squeak escaped his throat as his dick throbbed, unable to muffle how good Ian felt.
Anthony stayed in Ian for a while, making sure he was completely asleep before he moved. Anthonyās hand felt twice as wet when he took it off of Ianās dick, like Ian had come as well. He lifted the covers off of their bodies, not wanting to stain that either with his still wet dick. Anthony avoided looking at Ianās ass one last time, knowing seeing his come drip out of him would convince him to go for a second round.
Anthony left Ianās room silently, the guilt and shame slowly returning to him. He was plagued with so many questions; would Ian mention the wet dream he had of Anthony, would he confront Anthony about the unpleasant surprise he would find when he woke up, and most importantly, would Ian still trust Anthony after tonight?
Anthony washed himself off in the bathroom before heading to bed, pulling the covers over his head and trying to get some sleep before having to face Ian in the morning.Ā
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