#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?"

[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)

[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

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

Tidbit Tuesday

the wonderful @playinginthunderstorms tagged me to share something I've got in the works (thank you, charlie!), so I bring you the freak4freak buddie/nde/blood kink/buckfidelity monstrosity that's been occupying my brain as i try not to freak out about the us election.

pls enjoy

He pulls himself up to sit while Buck crouches in front of him, hands fluttering everywhere like he’ll be able to tell if Eddie’s hurt from touch alone. Eddie knows what he’s taking in. Wet, shivering shoulders, hair plastered to his forehead, blood all over his face from a cut high on his forehead– a split lip.  Hen and Chimney work on Hattie behind him, one of them yelling that they’ll be right over. Eddie doesn’t mind. He’s fine.  But Buck is– he’s–  Eddie’s own hands come up to Buck’s jaw, shaking with adrenaline. “Buck–” he starts, starting to panic. “Your neck–”  It’s cut. He’s bleeding.  It’s sluggish and red, sluicing down his neck. Eddie can hear it, like he’s been hearing the relentless crash of the waves under him, behind him, building up to take him under and make him disappear for good. He can’t disappear. Not now, not when Buck’s here and warm and safe and alive.  He needs–  His own blood rushes loudly in his ears, and he knows Buck’s trying to say something. Trying to talk to him, but all Eddie can hear is the blood. just like before.  Out on the street in front of Charlie Manning’s apartment, the bullet slicing hot through Eddie’s shoulder. The blood spraying all over Buck, his open mouth.  Buck, confessing in the dim light of Eddie’s kitchen. I tasted it, Eddie. tequila sour on his breath as they traded the bottle again. Another horrible day without Chris. Another shift ended with Eddie’s bandaged wounds. It was all I could taste for days. Now, when you get hurt— i- I can taste it all over again. Eddie returning a lie for the admission. I didn’t know that. Really don’t remember much.  If Buck knows– If he’s already—  Then Eddie needs to. He needs it like he needs to breathe. Like he needs Buck against him. Like he needs to keep him.  “Hey, hey, no,” Buck is trying to assure him. “I’m fine, I promise, just let m-”  The blood rushes louder in Eddie’s ears and he pitches forward, fits his mouth to the wound. Warmth explodes on his tongue and he might moan or he might just try. Either way, Buck makes a strangled noise above him, and he doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t tell Eddie to stop, so he doesn’t. He drags his tongue over Buck’s pale skin, trying to clean up what’s already staining him, taking in the taste of copper and warmth and Buck.  He’s shaking with it, needs Buck all over, inside him, filling him up. Buck’s already his, right? All Eddie has to do is ask.  He told himself he was going to ask.  “Eddie,” Buck says, his voice thick. “Fuck,”

no pressure tagging a few writer mutuals if y'all wanna share! @divine-victory @semperama @littlefreakbuckley @dracculaura

[honeystar-is-alone]

Y’know what. Why shouldn’t I share wips of upcoming moons.

Phloxkit is so talented everyone tell her she’s so good

[honeybubbletea33]

Yknow what I write fics to amuse myself I can do what I want

[laxydrawz]

Daniel Ricciardo WIP. Pls give me suggestions on what to do with the background 🙏🏾

[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?

[diamondwerewolf]

I can’t recall if I put this wip here either. I’ve been working on this on and off since last October 😭

[xshyhana]

The Honey Badger 🦡 🍯

Gouache on paper 🎨

[iwaasfairy]

HAPPY KINK-FUCKING-TOBER QUEEN 💃

Thank YOU LOVERRRRR have the best kinkiest month of allllll!!!!