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milo

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talk to me, your beautiful dream
✦ #stucky
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 25.9k
✦ post-tws omegaverse
✦ getting together, porn with feelings, alpha/alpha
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/71284901

screenshot of an ao3 page for the fic "talk to me, your beautiful dream" by user applepieces

summary is blockquoted text from the fic, reading "Bucky stomps his way to a stop in front of Steve. Steve looks up at him and smiles. His flat glare is all Winter Soldier, chilling to the bone, but the restless clench of his fists is Bucky. So is the stubborn set to his jaw when he demands, “Let me scent you.”

Without waiting for an answer, he begins to strip off his gear and set it in orderly rows on the coffee table. Derringer, holster, SIG, holster, mag-pouch, IFAK, Skorpion, belt, vest —

Steve’s eyebrows steadily rise. Surely, he thinks, Bucky hadn’t brought all those grenades for him. Bucky’s glare turns murderous when he notes Steve’s bland amusement, but by the time he’s done, dressed down to a t-shirt and cargos, he still hasn’t moved from his expectant spot in front of him, so Steve gathers up his wits and says, “Uh, sure, Buck. If you want.”

And then, without any pomp or ceremony, he’s got a lap full of serum-enhanced super-soldier." end blockquote. summary is finished with the text "or: Bucky’s memory leads him astray sometimes, but it works out just fine in the end."

tags include
Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Implied/Referenced Switching, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Canon Divergence - Post-Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Porn with Feelings, Getting Together, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Orgasm Delay, Multiple Orgasms, Knotting, Unsafe Sex, Creampie

September 24, 2025 at 1:12 AM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

born into the grave
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ teen, no archive warnings, 3.6k
✦ helldivers!au
✦ temporary character death/reincarnation of the soulmates variety, happy ending
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/54459913

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: make a star of me
author: applepieces
summary:
The depths of death are an old friend to them all: a bleak, empty blackness before the piercing light of reincarnation, or whatever fucked up version of it that helldivers went through.

Being a cog in the machine was what he had signed up for. It’s enough to churn through a job, two, three — work well done — before being set aside for rest and repair. It’s life at its core, for Ghost. Not its fullest, but at its most basic, its most blunt and unsavory:

A helldiver is a weapon.

The SEAF takes advantage in the best way it knows how.

or: Ghost lives and dies and lives again. Johnny reminds him of what’s underneath the helmet.

November 21, 2024 at 8:10 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

make a star of me
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 6.1k
✦ camboy!au pt 2
✦ bottom!trans!ghost, sex toys, bondage, objectification
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/53764879

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: make a star of me
author: applepieces
summary:
Simon had never filmed a piece where he wasn’t in charge of it all. The camera angles, the chat, the men he worked with; he liked keeping them all under his watchful eye. On a bench, he couldn’t do that, especially if he were meant to relax enough to let Soap make him feel good.

So Soap had suggested an edited video. One day of recording, breaks where needed, with no live audience, just for Simon’s comfort. Simon had agreed, happy with the accomodation for his comfort, and asked what the plan was, and then —

And then Soap had smiled, “I can just treat you like any other toy if it’d make it easier on you,” and it made Simon’s head spin with how hot he’d gotten so quickly. “No need to worry about talkin’ or participatin’. Just sit pretty and I can take care of you, yeah?”

And Simon had choked out, “Yeah, sure,” and that had been that.

In which, after the popularity of their first collab, Ghost allows Soap the chance to have his turn.

November 21, 2024 at 7:57 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

melt down
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 5.3k
✦ horizon zero dawn au
✦ bottom!trans!ghost, frotting, just the tip, breeding kink
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/52408270

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: melt down
author: applepieces
summary:
All day, all day John had spent looking at that mask. Power and intimidation and unyielding ferocity; how easily it all fell away into something coy as Simon tips his chin upward and smirks at him. “Something you need, soldier?”

Always.

He doesn’t think Simon has realised it yet, but John wants him — needs him — always. The way a flower bends to the sun, the way glinthawks flock to scrap. That’s how it feels, to be drawn towards Simon: like inevitability. Like there’s nowhere else in the world he’s meant to spend his time except for next to him, touching him, kissing him.

November 21, 2024 at 7:53 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

wind me up (or wind up dead)
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, graphic depictions of violence, 13.3k
✦ retired!ghoap with a side of serial killer!au
✦ top!ghost, bottom!soap, knifeplay
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/51396064

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: wind me up (or wind up dead)
author: applepieces
summary:
Loch Buidhe was a beautiful area. It’d been quiet, their first year here; sleepy, almost. Simon had settled wonderfully into domesticity, content to gorge himself on rest and relaxation and, on many occasions, John himself.

John itched from the need to be productive still, but their little cabin had proven to be more than enough to keep them both busy. Still, the town had that sleepy, quiet quality that made winding down with a trip out almost shockingly easy.

Now, though, he couldn’t even make trips into town without hearing the latest gossip. Be it parents or his coworkers or even the shopkeepers, everybody was on edge with every new case. Every candlelit vigil he spent watching people weep only reminded him of his disconnect. The sick, oily feeling that maybe he’d never adjust to civilian life if he couldn’t spare more than a few measly hugs and flat condolences never seemed to abate.

The end of the week couldn’t come soon enough.

or: Johnny and Simon retire to the countryside. It’s peaceful all the way until it isn’t.

November 21, 2024 at 7:49 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

gimme just a little bit (more)
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 11.4k
✦ 09 ghoap
✦ size queen riley and hung like a horse heteroflexible mactavish

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: gimme just a little bit (more)
author: applepieces
Summary:
Ghost arches a critical, amused brow just to watch MacTavish scowl. “Well, there’s your problem, sir. Maybe if you stopped fuckin’ women half your size you’d be gettin’ somewhere past the halfway mark.”

“And you’re suggestin’ what — that I find some girl and stick my prick up her arse?”

“It has to be a woman?”

MacTavish stares at him, struck silent. Ghost inches his knees apart and tries and fails to keep the smirk off his lips when his captain’s eyes drop. He watches as MacTavish’s throat bobs, swallowing heavily before he rasps, “I’m not gay, Riley.”

Ghost nods easily. He doesn’t spit the word, at least, doesn’t cringe away at the mere suggestion. Just a statement: he’s not gay, so he hasn’t considered asking a man. “‘S alright,” he grins, lilts his tone into something blithe and oblivious as he bends his knee, frames the bulge in his leggings just so — “More for me, I suppose.”

October 17, 2024 at 9:12 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

you could (have me, touch me, love me)
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 17.2k words
✦ omegaverse
✦ bottom!omega!soap, alpha!ghost, heat sex, mating, idiots in love
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/49021213

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: you could (have me, touch me, love me)
author: applepieces
Summary:
Soap knew what Ghost was trying to do, but he was slipping past the point of no return. Burying his face in Ghost’s bulge and licking the sweat off of him sounded like the best God-forsaken idea he’d ever had. He thinks of hot skin and firm flesh and the tender burst of ripe fruit between his teeth, juice dribbling down his chin to pool over his collarbones.

“Behave,” Ghost growls, and Soap groans, eyes fluttering. His voice softens when he instructs, “Just breathe, Soap. Be patient until we get back and I can take care of you properly, alright?”

The gears in his mind settle with a damning, thunderous grind. The strange urgency from Simon, the newest level of heat to their flirting. The fucking offer that Simon had mentioned. John had shoved his slick-wet pants in Simon’s bag and Simon had found them and understood them as the only reason an omega would do such a thing.

If only the omega in question weren’t a daft fucking prick who put his things where they weren’t meant to go.

or —

step 1: wake up in pre-heat; step 2: accidentally put your slick-soaked briefs into your superior’s bag; step 3: ???; step 4: profit

October 17, 2024 at 8:56 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

good views
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 6.3k words
✦ camboy!au
✦ power bottom!trans!ghost, rope bondage, orgasm denial > multiple orgasms
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/48382018

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: good views
author: applepieces
Summary:
The first is always the slowest.

The steady one-two step, the gentle crook of his finger to urge Soap towards his own inevitable fall. The sound of the sea is a distant thing; here, now, there’s nothing but humid breath and fluttering lashes as Simon guides them along.

There was something unnatural about handing yourself over to pleasure when you knew you wouldn’t be rewarded. It was like the brain was trying to avoid the dreaded, stomach-swooping hangtime, despite what delights laid in the sea.

or: Ghost ties men up and makes them cry on stream, and Soap is his newest guest.

October 17, 2024 at 8:21 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

need a little company
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 14.6k words
✦ bottom!trans!ghost, gangbang, So Many Soaps (09, demon, dog hybrid, tattoo artist, canonverse)
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/48066568

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: need a little company
author: applepieces
Summary:
“Say the word, Simon, and I’ll tell ‘em all to fuck off. It’s not about me or them, yeah? It’d be for you.”

Of course it would be; five men, eager to use him, to fuck him, and it could only be with five fucking versions of John MacTavish that it would still be for Simon rather than for themselves. Five bodies on his: five sets of eyes and hands, five mouths, five—

“Do your worst, then.”

or: Ghost is taken care of by Soap (and Soap, and Soap, and Soap, and Soap).

October 17, 2024 at 8:07 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

taunt the beast again
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 9.8k words
✦ hybrids au with bunny!soap and wolf!ghost
✦ bottom!trans!soap, predator/prey, mating cycles, breeding kink, semi-public sex
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/47706913

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: taunt the beast again
author: applepieces
Summary:
Soap had been rather adamant that it was just a stupid crush, just his hindbrain crossing wires. Nothing more to it than getting a predator who could devour him confused with a potential partner to eat him out until he cried. Hunger and lust looked awfully similar in the flat eyes and alert ears of a predator, and with Ghost hiding most of his face, they were all he had.

At night, when he’s alone in bed and three fingers deep, he admits to himself that he wants it to be hunger. He wants that ferocity, wants Ghost to tear him apart piece by piece until he’s nothing but a whimpering little bunny, well and truly trapped by the feral jaws of a wolf.

or: Ghost reminds Soap what it feels like to be prey.

October 17, 2024 at 8:00 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

touch (my personal religion)
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 8.2k words
✦ demon!soap au
✦ bottom!trans!ghost, dom!soap, light bondage, breeding kink
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/47569087

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: touch (my personal religion)
author: applepieces
Summary:
Ghost is headstrong, intimidating, powerful. Confidence bordering on cocky. Soap isn’t sure what Ghost was like before they met, but being the one to collar a demon like him certainly didn’t do anything to dissuade that attitude. It was almost comical at times how self-important Ghost could get.

So, yeah. Soap had fun reminding him that he wasn’t just some pretty little pet for Ghost’s amusement.

In which Ghost makes a deal with his devil.

October 17, 2024 at 7:49 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

drip
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 6.5k words
✦ sequel to syrup
✦ bottom!trans!ghost, overstimulation, wet & messy, sweat kink
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/47409397

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: drip
author: applepieces
Summary:
Johnny was just as fucked in the head as Simon was, even if it was in a different way, and he’d wanted to plunge into the depths of that psyche the moment he’d realized it. Wanted to know what made Johnny tick, if it was the brutality or the adrenaline that made his pupils blow at the sight of an explosion, if the lingering glances at Simon were from desire or hunger.

or: Soap pays a visit to Ghost; the entryway is as far as he gets.

October 17, 2024 at 7:44 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

syrup
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 5.3k words
✦ trans!ghost, face fucking, sweat kink
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/47248921

screenshot of a fic on ao3
title: syrup
author: applepieces
summary:
His eyes find Soap’s chest; the thin shirt he’s wearing is sticking to his body with sweat, and there’s dark patches along his armpits. There’s probably a line running between his shoulder blades, too, and Ghost knows that as soon as they’re on their feet, Soap is going to pull the shirt over his head, muscles rippling and gleaming, sweat rolling down his spine and into his waistband.

Simon dives in.

In which Simon savors the saltier things in life.

October 17, 2024 at 7:36 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

no time (to go higher)
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 2.4k words
✦ bottom!trans!soap, anal sex, orgasm denial
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/47137798

screenshot of a fic from ao3
title: no time (to go higher)
author: applepieces
Summary:
The thing about Simon is that when he has a problem, he fixes it.

He doesn’t dally about, doesn’t fucking cry about it— he finds the root cause and he fixes it, sometimes in a way so violently satisfying he forgets it was even a problem to begin with.

Johnny was about to get a taste of his own medicine.

October 17, 2024 at 7:30 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

teeth around the world
✦ #soapghost // #ghostsoap
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 4.4k words
✦ bottom!trans!soap, werewolf!ghost in rut, mating
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/47076667

screenshot of a fic from ao3
Title: teeth around the world
Author: applepieces
Summary:
john knows he’s making a racket. knows that he’s blessed that simon owns a house in east bumfuck, because if they were in the barracks on some random base as they’re so wont to be, he’d surely have gotten gagged by now.

or maybe not. simon always liked to push the edge of acceptable; liked to see how many people would avoid looking them in the eyes the next day; liked to ensure that everybody else knew exactly who johnny belonged to.

it’s days like those that john wishes simon would just bite him already. he knows he wants to, knows that the urge is there— the obscene necklace of bruises left on his neck nearly daily are enough to prove it, simon apparently physically unable to keep his teeth out of johnny’s skin.

or: johnny belongs to simon; simon belongs to john.

October 17, 2024 at 7:24 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

already a freak (ghost in the sheets)
✦ valorant // #cysomen
✦ explicit, no archive warnings, 4.9k words
✦ bottom!trans!omen, double penetration, crossdressing, sex toys under clothing
✦ archiveofourown.org/works/42725184

screenshot of a fic from AO3
Title: already a freak (ghost in the sheets)
Author: applepieces
Summary:
The cat ears were Amir’s idea, of course.

Sasha, the bastard, had slipped the collar into his hands just before he left Omen to get ready. “You don’t have to,” he had murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to the side of Omen’s head as he stared at the sturdy leather in his hands. He dreads to think where the hell they had found something so obviously customized with such little warning.

And then he had left Omen all alone, with a collar and a set of cat ears and a fucking maid dress.

Or: Omen loses a bet. Sova and Cypher reap the benefits.

October 17, 2024 at 7:20 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

writing the alt text for this was the funniest thing ive done all month

ghost from cod mw2 with a drawn image of a hand holding a positive pregnancy test edited over it and the caption “ghost: choices have consequences.”

October 17, 2024 at 6:03 PM

milo

@applepieces.bsky.social

realized i should post this here since i have the account heyyyy it’s my little ghostsoap horizon au 🫶 please enjoy !! archiveofourown.org/works/52408270

December 21, 2023 at 6:47 AM

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