#honey's wips

[honey--mustard]

Sneak peak on toga.

Does the expression give off don't be sad vibes? Cause that's what I'm trying to go for and I can't tell if I succeeded or not.

[honeyxmonkey]

Rewrite the Stars wip...

[h0n3ydr0p]

Trying to tidy up the double chin area is so genuinely frustrating because of balancing between the texture on the head and body T-T But doing this is therapeutic ;-;

[annanuna-arts]

"More?"

[electric-plants]

okay but LISTEN i think cyno would feel the exact same about pet names as he does about his jokes like cyhaino starts dating and his immediate thought is oh pet names would help make it less awkward and relax both of us so he tries it, calls alhaitham babe in front of both of their salads and it’s stiff and awkward and uncomfortable and they’re both just like “hm :|” because it’s SO obvious that didn’t work so alhaitham is like cool we tried it and that’s that but THEN cyno KEEPS doing it trying every pet name under the sun because he’s PERSISTENT and it NEVER works but alhaitham would find it kind of charming and very cyno-esque so of course he would grow to love it but also they’re emotionally scarring every one around them who has to listen to the most uncomfortable use of the word “sweetie” they have ever seen in their entire life

[frownyalfred]

I actually have my best fic ideas in the inverted leg press, I’ve learned. The treadmill is great for thinking through plots, but the leg press is where I’m already upside down and seeing god (not in the fun way) before any actual angsty ideas begin.

(that’s all to say, I’ve finally written out the entire plot, in detail, of the ASOH sequel. and I’m very proud)

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

sweet like honey, tastes like home

🍯 blood kink 🍯 eddie nde 🍯 bottom!eddie & service top!buck 🍯 freak4freak

AKA the blood kink fic

“Eddie,” He says again, pulling back to look at Eddie’s eyes, trying to see if he’s there, if he’s doing this for real. “You’re–”

Concussed. Bleeding. Scaring me.

“Buck,” Eddie begs, fingernails digging into Buck’s shoulders, eyes wide and imploring. “Thought I wasn’t going to make it. Thought I was going to die before I got to, please–”

Eddie doesn’t ask. He never asks. He’s asking now.

OR

Eddie has a close call at work that ends with both of them bleeding and desperate for each other in more ways than one.

read on ao3

tags for those who expressed interest under the cut <3

@dracculaura @playinginthunderstorms @dadbodbuck @semperama @shealwaysreads @pairofraggedclaws @livesbetweenpages @lookforanewangle @divine-victory

[omegapropaganda]

🎉1k Kudos🎉

Y'all! I cannot believe this! Burnt Honey has over a thousand kudos! To celebrate there's a sneak peak below the cut of some light smut from Chapter 10! (like always with the sneak peaks there is a chance of things changing as I finish the chapter since this is still very much a work in progress)

I cannot express enough how much I appreciate every single one of y'all and the response to this story 🥲 And I'm super thankful that y'all have been so patient while I focus on all my personal life things happening. I hope that within the next few weeks I'll be back home and fingers crossed have time to work on finishing this chapter ♡

“Seillean,” Soap’s voice was sweet and soft as he spoke into your ear. “Can Ah have a kiss?” 

It was a bit of a stretch to angle your head just right to catch Soap’s lips, but it was totally worth it. The kiss was a little rough, his chapped lips scraping slightly over your sensitive skin, but you didn’t mind. He tasted just as good as he smelled and you wondered why it had taken you so long to kiss the beta.

You let Soap dominate the kiss, content to simply exist in this space of want and acceptance created by your pack. You sent up a quick prayer of thanks to whatever power was in control of your life for putting you in the path of these two men.

Without them there’s no telling where you would be. You never would’ve been able to stand up to Graves without their support. The thought made your eyes sting with unshed tears and your omega was scratching at the surface wanting to take comfort in its pack. You let it out without a second thought.

In an instant it was met again by the alpha and the beta, joining together with playful joy.

Your neck was starting to ache at the odd angle you were holding to continue kissing Soap, and the novelty of Ghost’s lazy licks against your armpit had worn off. You wanted more, and you wanted it now.

You pushed at the top of Ghost’s head, trying to get him to move, but all you got was a warning growl from the alpha.

“Bad dog!” Soap growled back as he flicked a finger hard into the part of Ghost’s forehead that he could reach.

Ghost reared back as fast as lightning, his eyes still unfocused and dazed, drunk on the taste of you, before blinking it away. A deep blush covered his cheeks as he looked at you sheepishly from under his lashes. “Sorry, luv. Are ya okay?”

“Yeah, I was just starting to get a crick in my neck.”

Relief filled his scent and settled over you like a blanket, before his expression turned a little more on the mischievous side. “Want me t’ kiss it better?”

Soap let out a loud laugh, before pushing you up towards Ghost. “Go on. The man’s insatiable. Ah cannae blame him, want tae taste you forever, but me Gran always said it’s rude not tae share.” 

Now Ghost brought your back to his chest, and his mouth got to work tasting the slightly swollen scent gland at the side of your neck. This time he wasn’t as gentle, the power of your scent here driving his alpha over the edge. He was careful not to use his teeth, but his sucking kisses were no doubt leaving bruises that would take days to heal. 

Your beasts hadn’t stopped their play the whole time, tails wagging and chasing each other around your mind's eye, but getting rougher each time the beta or alpha caught your omega. Soon they would devolve into nothing more than yips and snarls, all claws and teeth, fighting to gain power over you.

Your eyes settled on Soap as he licked his fingers before bringing them to his core. Two fingers on each side of the flushed nub of his cock as his thumb started up a slow tempo up and down.

“See what you do to him?” Ghost said as he finally let up on the sucking kisses he was leaving on your scent gland. His eyes zeroed in on the way you licked your lips as you stared at Soap’s wet core. “Ya want t’ suck ‘is cock, Vicious?”

“Yeah,” you panted, not taking your eyes off Soap.

“Ya have t’ make ‘im beg for it. Our Johnny’s so pretty when ‘e begs.”

“Ghost, come oan, dinnae make me beg!” Soap whined, but he never let up the light friction of his thumb on his cock. 

“See, ‘e already started and ya haven’t even done anythin’ yet.”

You looked between the two men for reassurance and scented the air to check for any thing out of the unusual in Soap’s scent, but all you found was a cloud heavy with want. 

“Please, Cinder.” Soap whispered, voice deep and needy, giving you a taste of what kind of sounds you could pull from the other man. That thought alone sent a shiver down your spine and had your leaking cock throbbing.

[rynpie]

are you coming?

[snailsnaps]

got so carried away with colorign that i forgor to finish sketching her whoops

[itsyourstarboy]

OKAY SO

I’m gonna drop the Streamer!Honey Drawing WIP

Here is my failure ♥️

I thought you all deserved to see this abandoned project

Yes, abandoned. It’s never gonna get done, it’s been like 2 years already...

And unfortunately a lot of these Honey’s are homeless now, cause I took so long to make this everyone deactivated their account 🙃

[gatioxd]

another poll winner on the wayyyye

[honeyxmonkey]

Sneak peek at the next chapter of Something Wicked This Way Comes

They climbed up the porch steps, Jim a bit wary of the raven sitting on the rafters, staring at them. Was he imagining it, or were there only empty sockets where its eyes should have been?

[blue-hair-and-angels]

i never knew life could be so sweet (until i tasted the honey dripping from your lips)

Rating: Mature Fandom: Teen Wolf Chapters: 3/? Relationship: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Chapter Summary:

That draws a small laugh out of Theo, who steps back from the door to fully face Liam, keeping one hand on the doorknob as he stares in amusement at him. “To take care of something. The cannon startled you, did it not?”

Furrowing his brows in confusion, Liam hesitantly answers, “It did, but why is that important?”

“Because you didn’t like it.” Theo answers simply before opening the door fully and slipping out, shutting the door behind him quietly.

[spearslug-box]

Ohh.... Crk... !

[thatartiststudios]

WIP Wednesday

(Wow it's been forever since I've done one of these, I need to be more active. I have the time lol. And yes, I'm aware it's technically Thursday where I am)

From my newest fic, "Honey, this club here is stuck up, Dinner & Diatribes" (and thanks for @temerity14 for giving me the encouragement)

The grand hall of the palace was alive with conversation and music, a sea of vibrant silks and polished armor. The air was thick with perfume and the subtle clink of glasses, the echo of laughter and the murmurs of powerful voices. Ezran and Aanya stood at the forefront, their presence providing some calm amid the raucous crowd.

A thousand conversations swirled around Callum as he stood beside his wife, eyes never truly settling on the people near him. The room was full of people—nobles, diplomats, dignitaries from across the lands, both human and elf. All had come for one thing: to discuss, to negotiate, and to display their wealth and status. Yet, despite the regal finery and the displays of power, Callum’s mind wandered only to the one person in the room who wasn’t part of any conversation.

The hall buzzed, the air thick with disguised sweetness and polite exchanges. The nobles moved in tightly-knit groups, their voices warm with charm but laced with underlying agendas. Diplomats from both realms shook hands and nodded, yet their words were often laced with veiled meanings, hollow pleasantries wrapped in layers of subtle competition.

Callum stood at Rayla’s side, her arm linked with his as they moved through the crowd, the polite smiles and gracious nods they offered feeling like an exhausting performance. Every word, every gesture, seemed carefully measured, a part of a dance he knew all too well. And yet, none of it held his attention. None of it could match the quiet fire that simmered just beside him.

A diplomat from a neighboring human kingdom made a passing remark about the recent treaty, his words smooth and practiced, but Callum barely heard him. The man was talking, yes, but his words were just noise—diatribes wrapped in fine silks. His eyes flickered over to Rayla, where she stood, poised and silent, her face an unreadable mask of patience. She didn’t belong here, not in this room full of hollow smiles and hollower words, and neither did Callum.

Another clink of glass echoed through the hall, and another round of shallow laughter bubbled up from a nearby group. The joviality felt false in a space so heavy with unspoken judgments. It wasn’t just the nobles’ dismissive glances toward Rayla, the princess of Katolis—though they were enough to make Callum’s fingers itch with frustration. It was the knowing glances exchanged by the elites, the quiet murmurs behind their fan-lined hands, the politics and posturing that seemed to suck the air from the room.