There's no bikini girls, Ian

Era | 28 | IAN ₊˚⊹♡ | it/they/he/she/whatevs |♿︎| AO3

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<3 IAN HECOX <3 (✚ JR Speed, Hunter, Gio, [REDACTED], Pastor Ian) (✚ Percy, Nick Labrea, Peter Parker, Dr. Condo) (✚ Roy, Eean, Sparkle Ian, Kyle Hunt)

⭑ ian x anthony x rhett x link: ❀posts, [▸]playlist ⭑ ian x anthony: ❀posts, [▸]playlist ⭑ ian x damien: ❀posts, [▸]playlist ⭑ rhett x link: ❀posts, [▸]playlist ⭑ shane x ryan: ❀posts, [▸]playlist other ships: amandian, amangela, shortrasha/courtrasha, trevrasha, shaymien, shyan + steve

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He cannot help but be babygirl around Anthony, it is an involuntary response I feel...

Tbf Anthony doesn't seem 2 mind lmaoo

Looking him up and down hello?

Also the org uploaded another photo of them that happens to capture Ian heart eyes as well~

Also shoutout to Anthony getting all up on Ian just rly quick you know

Word count: 100 Note: Takes place after Amongus IRL [challenge]

“You look…so good in that sweatshirt,” Damien pushes him up against the wall of the Amongus set, teeth scraping Ian’s neck.

“Hah, sure,” Ian replies, sarcastic but breathless.

“Shush. My god, your ass in these.” Before Ian can offer another snarky response Damien massages into his asscheeks, drawing little involuntary whimpers and moans from Ian’s throat.

“So pretty…guess I forgive you for voting to throw me out of the airlock,” Damien murmurs.

“Mmph—uhhuh.” Ian half replies, half moans, “Th—then I for—ah—give you for fucking— mmh— murking me—”

“Well. I’m about to do it again.”

Word count: 100 [challenge]

“Is it because he looks like me?”

“Huh?” Ian looks up from his desk.

“Damien. Is that why you’re always flirting with him on camera?”

Ian’s brows shoot up, and he blinks incredulously. “What? I’m—not—why do—” Ian shakes his head. “Do you— want me to flirt—with you?”

“I—um—“ Anthony’s face is hot. “Maybe…"

Ian makes his way over to Anthony’s desk and leans across it, like he’s done on the games table, blush creeping up his neck. His blue eyes fix on Anthony.

“I think…for my best friend, I can probably do a little more.”

Word count: 100 [challenge]

“Oh. This was…such a bad idea.” Ian’s voice shakes a little.

The Smosh panties barely cover anything. Anthony can see his thighs, his pelvis, his hips—he knows his asscheeks are fully exposed. Ian grimaces, embarrassed.

How, he thinks, did Anthony talk him into this? And why didn’t he at least think to keep his shirt on?

“Nuh-uh.”

Anthony’s hand shifts on his phone and Ian knows from years of working together that he’s itching to film—which…

Anthony’s mouth is a little slack, looking at Ian in a way that makes his face feel hot.

“Best idea ever.”

Word count: 100 [challenge]

Anthony yawns, stretching, his tattooed arm settling back down on the couch cushion behind Ian’s back.

“Dude.” Ian snorts at the most obvious move in history.

“What?” Anthony looks over at him, brown eyes wide, still trying to act innocent.

Ian rolls his eyes, grabbing Anthony’s hand from the cushions and pulling it more securely around his shoulders, tucking himself against his new boyfriend.

Anthony hums happily, turning his attention back to the movie, clearly having achieved his goal.

He shouldn’t encourage sappy antics, Ian thinks. But, as he snuggles against Anthony, he figures he can let this one slide.

Word count: 100 [challenge]

“Rhett and Link seemed happy to see you." The tone of Anthony’s voice tells Ian that his best friend is irritated by the way the three of them had been joking so comfortably— who knows why, Ian thinks. “We worked together for, like, years. Jealous much?” Its a joke, but Anthony freezes. Then he turns to Ian, blushing, and grabs Ian’s shoulders. “Would you— kiss me?” He’s caught off guard, but Ian knows the answer immediately. He’s known it for years. “Yeah.” “Oh! Um— I—” Anthony falters, like he wasn’t expecting Ian’s response. Ian rolls his eyes and kisses him.