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[basiatlu]

Steamy Harringrove sketch

[hihimissamericanbi]

Wip snippet

Hello world! Long time no chat. I haven’t been writing much but I am trying an experiment with dear @basiatlu where I attempt to write a custom smut for her OCs. If this goes well, I may be able to actually take on smut commissions!! How… stirring

Anyway, long lost lover @thisliminalspacedaydreams tagged me in a WIP post so please enjoy some silly banter between Bosh’s delightful original characters: Zeke the mischievous ghost and Andy the surly art kid, forced to share a tiny apartment in the rather paranormal lakeside town of Springcliff, USA.

Excerpt from Paint Me Like One of Your Ghost Boys

An original smut by MissAmericanBi 💋

“Your little walk in the woods didn’t go well, I take it?” Zeke asks through a yawn, stretching like a cat in the last bit of sunbeam from the dusty skylight of apartment 313.

“Fuck you, ghost freak,” Andy the Almost Artist mutters as he stalks the two feet from the entryway to the kitchen, grabs a PBR from the fridge, and stalks the remaining two feet to the couch to sit unceremoniously on top of Zeke’s long legs.

“Hey, watch it!” Zeke manages to avoid having his legs bent back painfully by blinking into transparency and letting Andy slide right through his body. He shifts over and re-solidifes next to him. “You know I hate it when you do that. You always feel so… wet.”

Andy scowls and cracks his beer. “So stop laying all over my furniture. Can’t you go haunt someone else for once?”

“Aw, come on now Andy, you don’t really mean that,” Zeke needles, his long tongue flicking playfully in Andy's direction. If he were to wiggle a little closer, he may even be able to lick Andy’s stubbled cheek, taste the fresh air on his skin.

Zeke leans over and licks his ear instead.

“Eurgh, what is wrong with you?!” Andy splutters, cringing away violently and rubbing his ear against his shoulder like a disgruntled parakeet. “Ugh, and you made me spill my beer.”

Zeke tuts and turns somber. “Those things will kill you, you know—”

“Not this again—” Andy mutters under his breath.

“—would hate for you to end up like me… deceased. Dead. Left to haunt Springcliff all by my lonesome—”

“You literally just had one of your little cryptid friends over last night.”

“—wasting away in solitude, not knowing the pleasures of life—”

“You smoked all my weed and ate my leftovers.”

“—never again to feel the sweet caress of vitality beneath my skin, flowing through my veins—”

“He threw up plasma all over the bathroom.”

“—doomed forever—”

“I had to clean it up while you sang “Take On Me” over and over until 2am.”

“—alone, unloved—”

“And don’t think I don’t know you both fucked in my bed before I got home.”

At this, Zeke pauses mid-monologue, lets his mouth curl with a devious little grin. “Oh, darling,” he purrs in a voice he knows Andy knows means nothing holy is about to come out of his mouth. “If you wanted us to wait for you you should have said.”

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Stay tuned for more! We are exploring first times, vulnerability, ghost possession sex, and of course the requisite character growth through dirty talk. Plus a touch of voyeurism and lots of art metaphors.

Tagging some friends in case you have any projects you want to share!!

@impishtubist @lizlemonbennet @theresthesnitch @r33sespieces @honeybcj @xmiuux @theheartofthestar

[basiatlu]

"You know the saying, Harrington.. I wash your back, you suck my dick."

"I know that's not how it goes, asshole."

[basiatlu]

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A goodie from the back of the spice cabinet has been unearthed ♡

See the complete set here

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An interesting sequence of events leads to interesting outcomes. For my @harringrovesummerbingo bingo card. The full is on my bluesky ♡

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Can be seen in full on ao3 ✌️

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Little harringrove patreon crop bc how will you know about it unless I talk about it