Apologies for never announcing it properly - but for posterity here’s me officially saying I’ve been on hiatus due to my health.
Not sure when I’ll be back, but I WILL be back! It’s hard to judge a timeline when I’m constantly going back and forth between getting better and then getting sick again.
I had a very lovely (heavy sarcasm) trip to the emergency room right before Christmas, which kinda but me in a different mindset. Not to fret, I’m alright! Things are just a carousel at the moment. And not the fun kind.
Not to mention I still have a full time job! One that treats me well, thank goodness, and has good health insurance. 🫠
But I’m still madly in love with writing, especially writing Redacted stuff - and I see the likes and kudos and the recs even while I’m away!! And nothing could keep me apart from that forever, not even multiple challenging, recurring, and frustrating illnesses.
To those who are still following and interacting with my work - you’re the warm lantern in my foggy life atm ✨I can’t wait to be back and to give y’all more to read!
“Do you fall in love often?' Yes often. With a view, with a book , with a dog , a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.”
I realize that I can’t keep apologizing for being inactive, but here we are again.
BUT THAT’S NOT WHY I’M HERE. I’M HERE FOR SMUT!!! I WILL NOT LET ILLNESS STOP ME FROM PROVIDING THE SPICE WE CRAVE AND DESERVE 🌶🌶🌶
We all remember Milo’s HBS 2.0? Personally, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. Here’s a brief wip that follows the same theme from that video.
18+ under the cut. Minors DNI. The grand return of my specific brand of dirty talking Milo.
"And what do you want me to do once I've got the suit on?"
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"Milo?" They called softly, setting their book down on the arm of the couch. Milo stirred from where he dozed in their lap, dark lashes fluttering against his cheek.
"Hmm?" He hummed, nuzzling his cheek against their thigh. They stroke his hair for a few moments, listening to the soft, sleepy inhales and watching his chest rise and fall.
"Do you still have that gray three piece suit you wore to my cousin's wedding?" They asked casually, watching his brows furrow as he contemplated.
"Hmm…yeah, I think I got it in the back of the closet somewhere. Why, you wanna donate it or somethin'?" He asked, tone soft and sleepy. With his eyes still closed, he missed the mischievous smile that curled across their lips.
"Actually…I was gonna ask you to put it on." They paused the gentle stroke of their fingertips around his ear; it took a few moments for his groggy brain to process the words, but once it caught up - he blinked his eyes open, one brow arched.
"Like, right now?" This time, he didn't miss their grin, and a smile of his own pulled at the corner of his lips.
"Mhmm. But only if you wanted to…"they murmur, dragging one finger down along his hairline, tracing the nape of his neck. A shiver ran through him, and he turned a little further towards them.
"What's the occasion?"
"Just wanted to see you in it," they shrugged. Milo didn't look convinced, his eyebrow still raised like he was waiting for their evil plan to be revealed. Then, his eyes flashed over to the book that they'd abandoned on the arm of the couch. Suddenly, his eyes were alight, and his gaze slid back over to his mate, a little heavier now.
"Oh, I see. You've been reading your naughty books again, haven't you? You got a scene you wanna play out, huh?"
"Not a scene. But, maybe my imagination has been running a little…wild," they smirk, and their breath catches a bit; one of his hands had crept up to curl around their thigh. He thought maybe he'd been imagining the tempo of their pulse quickening while he napped, but now there was no mistaking the way they chewed their lip, restlessly running their hands along any part of him they could reach; his neck, his shoulder, down along his arm.
"And what do you want me to do once I've got the suit on?" He asks now, sitting up just enough to brace an arm on the couch and lean closer, until he can feel the heat of their breath against his face.
They're distracted by his proximity, eyes flashing down to his mouth, the urge to kiss too strong to ignore. They lean in, and he allows it, soaking up the kiss and sighing against their mouth, but when they move to deepen it, Milo pulls back and clicks his tongue.
"You gotta answer my question, sweetheart," he chastises, bringing a hand up to press his thumb into their lower lip.
"Anything, whatever you want," they murmur, eyes darting down to his mouth again, enraptured as he licks his lips. He presses in with his thumb, just a small amount of pressure, and their lips part automatically.
"Hmm. Anything, sweetheart? All I gotta do is get all trussed up in my suit, and then I can…bend you over my knee? Spank you until you're dripping?" His words have the desired effect immediately, a shuddering sigh ghosting over his thumb, their lashes fluttering as their lids grow heavier.
"Or maybe grind you up against the wall in the entry, like we'd just come home from a party? Mark up your pretty neck?" As he speaks, low and rumbling, he gently slides his thumb between their lips, pressing it against their waiting tongue.
"Or how about I sit right here, make you strip down, and watch you ride me?"
Hey friends, just a short update. Health wise I’m doing okay - not the best, but hanging in there. But the current situation is more pressing, unfortunately.
I live in the states, here in Florida on the west coast. As of right now, my home is in Hurricane Ian’s path. My family and our 2 cats are evacuating further inland to stay with my grandparents.
I can only hope this storm will turn at the last minute and spare this area of the worst damage. My biggest fear right now is the storm surge and flooding, but we’re preparing the house as best we can. I’ll update later in the week when I know more. Keep me in your thoughts! Send good vibes please.
Bless everyone who sent good vibes my way! Hurricane Ian made landfall about 40 minutes ago, 145 miles south from its previously predicted path (and from me!!). We’d been keeping a close eye on the news, and seeing the direction the storm was turning we decided not to evacuate. The storm will still be moving past us through today and part of early tomorrow, but for now my home and family are safe and out of immediate danger.
Lots of wind and rain outside right now, so let’s hope my power stays on! Thanks again for everyone thinking of me, it means the whole world. 💜
Hey friends, just a short update. Health wise I’m doing okay - not the best, but hanging in there. But the current situation is more pressing, unfortunately.
I live in the states, here in Florida on the west coast. As of right now, my home is in Hurricane Ian’s path. My family and our 2 cats are evacuating further inland to stay with my grandparents.
I can only hope this storm will turn at the last minute and spare this area of the worst damage. My biggest fear right now is the storm surge and flooding, but we’re preparing the house as best we can. I’ll update later in the week when I know more. Keep me in your thoughts! Send good vibes please.
@onesmallcentury Uh… I made a thing based on Your Post
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Thursday, 2:00AM
Milo woke up as the alarm on his watch started to vibrate against his wrist. He’d set it that way so that his phone going off wouldn’t wake his mate. But they slept on, just beside him.
Ending the alarm, he slipped his ring and watch off, setting them both quietly on the bedside table. He slid out of bed as smoothly as he could to not disturb his mate. They shuffled a bit in their sleep, but otherwise didn’t wake up. Milo tilted up onto his tiptoes and left their room. He grabbed his wallet and keys from the basket on the end table next to the front door where he always dropped them and put them in the pockets of the basketball shorts he’d worn to bed.
The front door creaked just slightly as he opened it, but not when he closed it. I’ll have to oil that damn hinge tomorrow, he thought to himself. Quickly, he rushed down the windway, down the stairs, and to the parking lot. He ducked into his car and pulled out of the parking stall.
Sleep wanted to cling to his eyelids, but more pressing matters weighed on him and drove away the drowsiness.
He made his way to the parking lot at the base of a public hiking trail. In the darkness and the abandoned, dirt-and-gravel lot, he stripped off his clothes and hid them and his keys in his car’s wheel well. No one would ever see them there unless they went looking for his stuff.
Once his stuff was safe, he shifted. The rust color of his fur caught the light of the waxing gibbous moon as he leapt into the trees, ignoring the hiking trail completely in favor of the untamed wilds of the woods.
The same path he’d been taking for weeks already. He could smell his own scent lingering on the leaves that he always shoved past.
And he ran.
The trees rushed by on either side as dark blurs. He felt the pads of his paws sting whenever he ran over something a little sharper than he was used to, but his skin there was tough enough that it didn’t hurt for long.
Satisfaction welled up in his chest when it took him longer to start breathing heavier than it had before. It was working.
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Friday, 2:31AM
Milo’s lungs burned and his joints had started to ache a bit, but he wasn’t giving up. He growled to himself as his body begged him to slow down. Stop it, he thought. Be tough. You are tougher than that, Greer. So f^&*in’ act like it!
He shook his head and barely managed to dodge a tree that loomed unexpectedly from the darkness.
The moon was bigger tonight, but he was distracted enough that he was mostly following his own scent trail through the shadows, rather than using its light to guide his path. He was too busy lingering up in his head.
Trying to drown out the memories of jeering voices and his own insecurities.
And he ran.
If he looked too far ahead, all he saw was that ward, that night. Closing ahead of him. David and Ash disappearing behind it. The pain of hitting it head-on instinctively shifting Milo back into his human form.
He hadn’t been fast enough to catch up with them then. And he’d lost his ability to shift for months because of it.
He was never going to let that happen again. It didn’t matter that his mate, David, and Ash constantly insisted that without him and his plan, they would have been trapped in the ward for even longer and more people would have died. It didn’t matter that he knew they were right.
What mattered was he hadn’t been fast enough to help his family.
I don’t think I can turn this into a real fic (if someone else wants to take this idea and run with it please feel free and tag me pls) but I had a BIG THOUGHT about Milo post-inversion.
I imagine that Milo thinks often about how he ended up on the other side of the ward while his pack was trapped inside, and that he could have been there with them if he’d only been fast enough. So I picture him (after he gets his shifting back) going out to the woods in the middle of the night to just run in wolf form. Like, forces himself to run faster, run harder, until he physically cannot run anymore. Literally running himself into the ground.
And I imagine that Sweetheart notices and follows him one night, full Stealth-mode, completely cloaked and aura muted. They follow him and watch him, and when he finally collapses with exhaustion and shifts back, they’re ready to retreat back home and have a very long talk with him in the morning - but then he sits up and turns in their direction with a “I know you’re there”.
They are shook, because we know Sweetheart is an incredibly powerful Stealth, there’s no way in hell he should have been able to detect them. But when they point this out, he just kinda chuckles and says “you’re my mate, I can feel you right here”, gesturing to his chest/core/heart. Insert a whole heap of hurt/comfort goodness.
Listen I know that’s very blatantly tropey of me but I don’t care I have such a soft spot for the idea that the ‘mating bond’ is so strong that not even a Stealth’s magic could deafen it.
[text ID: But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.]
A short life update under the cut, and then I’m going to attempt to catch up on my dash today. I’m waving hello to you all! *smooch*
I had the opportunity to go on a short trip with my two closest friends last weekend, which was a wonderful reprieve. Two whole days where I was distracted from my pain and fatigue, where I could just relax and enjoy the company of my friends. And we went to the beach in my favorite city, my happy place (the very same beach that’s featured on the background of my page, and my icon), and I’d forgotten how much of a comfort the sound of the ocean is.
Of course, coming back to work on Monday morning is a rude awakening, but I try to keep my head up. I had my doctors appointment on Thursday, and after a talk with her about my bloodwork and such she’s started me on a new medication. She is optimistic, and I follow up in 4 weeks, so depending on how this medication goes...
This is either the light at the end of the tunnel, or just the beginning of a very, very long road to recovery. I’ll be honest, it’s incredibly difficult for me to be hopeful and optimistic with how unwell I’ve been feeling, especially these last few months. But, life goes on whether I wallow or not.
A final message to those who’ve read this far (and to myself); be patient, be kind, and take comfort in the little things. You’ll never know when you’re really gonna need them! 💜 Love y’all.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/38589885
apple and honey
onesmallcentury
Name of Fic: apple and honey
Name of Author: onesmallcentury (@onesmallcentury)
Reviewing Chapter(s): 1 of 1
Personal Favorite Chapter(s): 1 of 1
Times Visited: 1
Kudos: yes yes yes!!
Review: Oh my god this was certainly something I read while my roommate was still in the room. Elle you have absolutely outdone yourself with the writing and pacing and ahhh I feel like I'm being repetitive with the compliments I'm giving everyone but you are all such amazing fantastic writers with such fantastic grasps on the characters. How they talk, how they interact with their partners, and their mannerisms!!
Overall Rating: 10/10 - pls click the read more but just know they are very NSFW so I'll repeat myself again - If you are a minor you should not be on this account.
Starting the read more there cause most of these are 18+
Favorite Quote: “Yeah? They know how good I fuck you, hm? Should we see if the downstairs neighbors are home too? Flip you over, so you can scream right through the floor?”
Favorite Scene: Milo always got caught up in the start of it, when the pleasure was bright and intense as he sank into their heat. He lowered himself close, as close as he could get, every inch of available skin touching, sliding together. Slow at first, always, rocking his hips in time with the air that filled their desperate lungs. And what if they bridged like this, wrapped around each other? They'd never be able to focus long enough to manage that, but the thought still spurred him to grip tighter, move faster, and he sat up to look at them.
Spicy Rating: 100912/10
Comments: oh my god holy shit this ... I'm reconsidering my stance on Milo lmao
I continue to be shaken to my core by all the love ‘apple and honey’ has gotten. Thank you so much for the kind words!! This fic is my first baby, and I’m blown away by the idea that people not only love it but want to recommend it. Ahh!! (I am also very glad that particular quote had the impact I intended, hehe 😈)
I know I’ve been slowed down due to my health, but rest assured there is more spicy Milo/Sweetheart in the works! Thanks again!
I loved the recent DAMN video so much - and it sparked a small idea. An afterword, of sorts, between Gavin and the Freelancer after their get-together with the elemental boys. I thought about adding this to magenta (my gavin/freelancer relationship exploration series), but it’s not very long.
Also, this is irrelevant to the content below, but can I just say how much I adore the boys calling Gavin “Gav”?! My heart explodes every single time.
"You knew, didn't you?"
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"Gavin? You asleep?" Their gentle murmur stirred him from his dozing; he never really slept soundly until he knew they were already asleep. He hummed, a rumble in his chest, to let them know he'd heard - but for several long, quiet moments, they didn't say anything at all. When he opened his eyes, he found them lying on their back, staring up at the ceiling.
"You knew, didn't you?" They said finally, as Gavin had just lifted himself onto his elbows to move closer.
"Knew what, love?" he whispered, though he had his suspicions. Only when he spoke aloud did they finally turn their head and catch his eye. Even in the dark, Gavin could see the way their brow furrowed.
"About Hux and Damien. You felt it, didn't you?" Their tone wasn't accusatory; only curious. Still, Gavin sighed.
"Yes, I could tell. I couldn't have ignored emotions like that if I tried. But it was never my intention to keep anything from you, I just-"
"No, I know. I'm glad you let them tell us, when they were ready," as they spoke, their hand slipped from where it was curled over the comforter and slid beneath the pillow behind their head. When it found his hand, they curled their fingers around his palm, pressing their thumb into the heel.
"But you're worried about something else," he said now, not a question. Even as complex as human emotions were, he knew theirs like the back of his hand. Their feelings flooded every thread he had; he could feel them in a crowded room, like they were the only person in it.
"I don't know if I'd say worried…" they mused, and Gavin was glad the darkness of the room could hide his smirk. He could feel the worry, as plain as day, but he left it alone.
"I guess I just want to know…that they're happy. Together, I mean. With everything that's happened…" A sudden surge of discomfort rises, a mixture of worry, guilt, fear - Gavin finds himself scooting closer, his other hand automatically seeking their waist to pull them into his side.
"I can't speak for them. But, I can promise you, my love, that the feelings they hold for one another are ones I'm quite well acquainted with. They do make each other happy, but it's more than that - they bring each other peace. Something neither of them have felt much of, as of late." When he's finished, he presses a kiss to their temple, and another to their forehead when they turn towards him, like a flower stretching to face the sun.
He didn't need to mention that peace had been seldom felt in this very home in recent months, also. But Gavin had been trying. Healing took time, and every little smile and whisper of contentment that he could stir in them, he'd take greedily.
"Feelings that you're acquainted with, huh?" A smile like that, as humor warms his threads.
"Feelings of love, deviant. Something that I never had the pleasure of tasting until I met you," he says. He's said similar things before, he's sure, yet they still shiver with the intensity of their gratitude, their heart pounding as a wide smile breaks across their lovely face.
"You mean that?"
"Always. If I could feed on love alone, the time I've spent with you would have me sated for an eternity."
"Now you're just sweet-talking me," they whisper, but Gavin doesn't miss the waver in their voice, or the bright and tangy melt of their joy on the back of his tongue.
"Is it working?" And their following laughter was the single best thing he'd heard all day.
When they finally settle back down to sleep, their head pillowed on Gavin's chest, one last whisper reaches his ears.
"I'm really happy for them," they say, a little fuzzy, on the verge of sleep. Gavin runs his hand down along their back, sighing gently.
"I know, my love. So am I," he whispers. The truth of it settles in the air; he knows that Huxley and Damien will be good to each other. And if they get to experience even an ounce of this - this warmth, this radiance, just being close to another person like this - he thinks they'll do just fine.
Hmm hello it’s been quite a while since the huxdami BA and I have in fact had some thoughts since. Shall I share? I haven’t been scrolling tbh so idk if this is relevant atm but that’s never stopped me lol.
A small 18+ snip under the cut...
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"You're warming up, babe. What're you thinkin' about?" Huxley asks, that infuriating hand dipping down the small of his back, fingertips tracing the waistband of his boxers where they peek above his jeans.
Face down, shouts muffled by the pillows. The gigantic span of Huxley's hands eclipsing his waist as he fucks him hard from behind.
Damien hums a noncommittal reply, shaking his head, hoping to dismiss the thoughts altogether lest he burn a person-sized hole through this sofa. But then Huxley scoots closer, and his arms are long enough to reach all the way around Damien's body, that hand creeping around to paw at the soft crease where his waist meets his stomach.
His hands nearly wrap all the way around his thighs, they're so fucking big, strong enough to fold Damien's body in half and hold him there while he works hot, opened-mouth kisses against his stomach, trailing down, down.
"Damien?" Huxley says now, his tone a little worried. A bead of sweat falls from Damien's neck, trickling down his spine.
"Are any of your teammates telepaths?" Damien asks suddenly, and Huxley blinks at him for a second, an adorable furrow between his brows.
"Uh, no? I don't think so," And the most frustrating part of this entire situation is that Huxley doesn't realize how his touches are affecting Damien. Huxley is affectionate by nature, and to him his gentle, exploratory hands probably seem completely innocent.
Maybe they were completely innocent, and Damien was just a horny pervert.
'If you keep touching me under my shirt like that you're gonna give me a hard-on in front of all these people'
The thought passes between them easily, and Huxley's eyes go wide once he hears it. His lip quivers for half a second before he bites it, and Damien knows he's trying to hold back laughter.
