#honeytales.

b, 27, she/her. medium to low activity. smut based blogs dni.

[honeytales]

#honeytales — a private, selective multimuse indie blog with medium to low activity. smut & taboo based blogs dni. please read rules and banned list before interacting. 21+ only. penned by b, 27, she/her.

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[honeytales]

this is very unserious but what colour should i get

[endangeredsceneries]

a soft, toothless smile spread across Ellis’ cheeks as Amelia allowed herself to be drawn closer, closer, without any of the fight he knew she was more than capable of putting up. soon enough, her full weight came to rest across his frame, head finding the crook of his neck with such ease that, – luckily, hidden from her gaze, – he couldn't help but blush, tangled together, now, in a manner far more intimate than any she'd previously allowed. whilst fully clothed, at least. "good girl," lips jest, brushing forehead, against better judgement, whilst arms tighten their hold, as if to brace for whatever knee-jerk reaction words might elicit.

[honeytales]

she’s almost irritated to find that this is actually a pretty comfortable position to be in. ellis is big and warm and, as it turns out, a wonderful makeshift bed for her fuzzy mind and tired bones. she may as well be laying on a luxurious mattress with how easily she sinks into him. “pft… yeah, you wish.” a half-hearted shove as her head tilts up a little so that she can lean in and give his jawline a playful nip with her teeth in retaliation; one that soon turns into a lazy nuzzle against his neck. every move she makes feels like it’s happening in slow motion. “you smell good.”

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[honeytales]

i still have not fixed my computer but i'm asking for more threads anyway :)

[alicent-florent]

Milly Alcock as Supergirl / Kara Zor-El — Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

[endangeredsceneries]

Jesse’s eyes fell shut, breath leaving him in a shallow, broken exhale. "everyone is fine." for a brief moment, that, alone, was enough to make the rest of it bearable, even as list of acquired injuries accumulated, like mere items, on a grocery list. though he was hardly in need of specifics to recognize that he was lucky to have made it out alive, as she described the state of the burn he had obtained, lungs felt particularly strained for air. solemnly, gaze fell toward blanket draped atop legs, as though he might be able to see through it, to whatever damage waited beneath. instead, there was only the faint pull of brows, hard swallow, that followed, and the sinking realization that, as much as he had always told himself he was invincible, – and her, for that matter, when they were together, – that she didn’t need to worry about him, he had been wrong, after all.

Jesse blinked, hard, forcing back whatever threatened to gather in blue eyes, before offering a weak, crooked, pull of a smile, in her direction, perhaps, nostalgically, tapping into what he knew had always been one of her least favorite things about him: his reluctance to admit how hurt he truly was. “that’s it?” he managed, the first meaningful combination of words he was able to knit together, with a faint shake of his head, as if to signify: no big deal. though, beneath feigned dismissal, there was a shared understanding in his gaze, which, though it had hardly strayed from her own, since he’d awoken, only now seemed to register that, as other providers filtered in and out, she stayed. “and… you?” as if to ask what she was doing here, or in what capacity she was able to be. it made no sense to him, yet; still, he knew he was glad she was.

[honeytales]

“what about me? i’m doing my job here… i’m not the one lying in a hospital bed.” which, by default, kind of means she’s doing just fine in comparison. of course it doesn’t necessarily feel that way though — she may be bruise free and have full control over her faculties, but that doesn’t mean things have necessarily been peachy for jennifer. she hasn’t eaten very much in the last few days, so now her stomach pangs are getting more frequent by the hour, the lack of sleep is making each new blink last longer and longer, and now that he’s awake, her previous worries have been replaced by a whole new wave of equally as stressful ones. it makes her sigh and tuck a misbehaving loose lock of hair back behind her ear. 

“you know, i just told you that you shouldn’t be talking...” she can’t say that she’s surprised he didn’t listen, but it would be extremely beneficial for both of them if he would, for once in his life. it’s not like she’s the authority figure here or anything. “it won’t be easy, but you’ll recover just fine if you do as you’re told and let the professionals do whatever they need to do.” which reminds her that she should probably be doing a whole lot more right now than just staring at him and letting her colleague flit around the room and do all the busy work. “think you can do that?”

[endangeredsceneries]

somewhat taken aback, at first, by how quickly Amelia's demeanor shifted, as if he could all but see the walls that appeared to, effortlessly, rebuild themselves around her, Ellis did nothing more than sit with harsh words, for a moment, wishing her version of... whatever their friendship had become, over the past several months, didn’t sting nearly as badly as it did. hours spent together, reduced to little more than a favor, done on his behalf. though, despite wound to ego, he fought against the frown that threatened pursed lips, reminding himself that she was hurting, too, certainly more than she cared to admit. it wasn’t an excuse, albeit, for no explicable reason, Ellis found himself making it for her, anyway, as hand rose to cup Amelia’s jaw, before lips, adorned in a helpless grin, found her own. soft, yet purposeful, if only to stop her from saying anything more.

“you really are... just, so sweet,” murmurs, sarcastically, against her mouth, “and... stubborn,” light laugh slips from him, before another kiss, lips lingering longer with each, careful press, “and sexy… you know that?” albeit, despite offering some, small taste of what she’d asked of him, kisses serve more as a distraction, than surrender, allowing for arms to covertly wrap around her, again, as he begins to lie back, horizontally, across cushions. “and, for the record, I never said that you… needed to be held,” Ellis corrected, fondly, “trust me, I know you don’t need anything, from anyone. especially not…” his head shook, with unnecessary emphasis, as if the very idea was outrageous, “from me.” fingers catch, loosely, in the fabric of her shirt, "now," tugging, gently, in his direction, “will you, just, c'mere?” head cocks to side, “please?”

[honeytales]

it’s safe to say that amelia’s frazzled mind is being pulled in multiple directions at once. on one side, she’s still beyond frustrated. frustrated that her life is such a fucking mess, that ellis apparently views her as someone who can’t handle herself and she practically has to beg for him to give her the very thing that she’s been offering him freely for months now. on the other… well, she’s lonely. sure, she has friends, but they all have their own lives — partners, jobs, kids — that she doesn’t want to burden with all of her heavy shit. she can’t just call them at any time of the day to complain or cry or ask for a hug. 

maybe that’s why she allows herself to be pulled towards him without much of a fight, although there is a slight frown visible on her face like she still can’t quite comprehend if it’s really worth letting it happen. giving in isn’t like her at all, but she has to admit the ‘making cuddling sort of tense and awkward’ angle of the whole thing is pretty in character.

[rebeccasundstrom]

Amanda Seyfried

for British GQ

[walkinginthewnd]

EMILY BADER for Who What Wear (2026)

[mothercains]

HALEY LU RICHARDSON as erin in montana story (2021)

[andremichaux]

NANCY DREW | 3.13

[stackhousesookie]

DAVID CORENSWET AS CLARK KENT

SUPERMAN (2025)

[honeytales]

i DO want to write but i've been having some issues with my eye so i'm trying to limit my pc time. come plot w me on disc*rd where i'm quicker <3

[zeglythpics]

RACHEL ZEGLER Instagram (June 2026)

[endangeredsceneries]

show of hurt became increasingly obvious across drunken features, in a way that felt no better than a swift kick to the gut. painful enough to witness, that if he were a lesser man, he might’ve simply done as she asked, if nothing more than to spare himself the sight of her upset. that wasn’t Ellis, though. after all, he knew none of this... really had anything to do with him. knew, from even what little she’d shared about her Dad, and the responsibilities she bore in caring for him, that he was nowhere near the center of whatever had led her to drink… however much she had, tonight. “it’s not… just that, Amelia,” Ellis sighed, softly, fingers quick to catch hers, as she tried to pull hand back into place, at her thigh. “I know you. I… I can tell you’re…” upset, he wanted to say, as thumbs brushed, gently, across her knuckles. though, tonight, it felt too small a word. “not… okay.” head shook, surprised by his own show of nerve, as he usually kept such insights to himself. perhaps easier, somehow, to be as tender with her as he so often wished to be, when he knew she was less likely to remember it, come morning. "can't you just let me hold you?"

[honeytales]

and there it is. the gentle tone like he’s speaking to a sensitive child, the look in his eyes like she’s something to be pitied. it raises amelia’s defences in an instant and makes her pull her hand free in one quick move, as if the very touch of him stung. “why would i need to be held? what... what makes you think i’m not okay?” yes, she’s been drinking and yes, her eyes are a little red because of it, but she’s still (mostly) functioning. so much of her life has been dedicated to other people — hell, most of her wages and spare time go towards her father and worrying about his well-being — and she came here tonight to do one damn thing for herself. but no, of course she can’t even be granted that privilege. “fuck, ellis… you know, i really didn’t think it would be that difficult for you. how many times have you come calling and now when i’m the one asking, there’s a problem? isn’t this what you’ve been begging me for?”

[bloomsng]

KATHRYN NEWTON via instagram for Coach.