You know what I need that would probably only appeal to me? Lmao

A crossover AU with soap and ghost shoved into the Evil Within universe 🤤🤤🤤🤤 it would be sooooo angsty and so tasty and also full of monsters 😈

#hibirenwrites

should've been yours hibiren Summary: The pain should have left Simon a sobbing mess on the floor, but it felt good. Oh, god. Oh god, fuck… fuck— It… whatever it was… was coming out. Right now. And it wasn’t giving him any room to breathe. Or plan. Or panic. Someone was going to ask him what happened if they caught him like this or saw him in the aftermath… MacTavish, or the horrified infirmary staff—if he was especially unlucky—but he wouldn’t have an answer for it. What could he say? It just… happened.

should've been yours
#hibirenwrites #ghostsoap
for Eggie Day 😏🥚✨

2.4k/? words
1 of 2 chapters
NSFW/warnings tagged

Enjoy, y'all! Didn't have time to finish the whole fic today but part 1 is done 🥰 it's rough, but it's done u v u

archiveofourown.org/works/825474...

[black background, white text] Whatever caught him had bred him. That had to be it. Nothing else made sense. Now he had to dispose of the evidence without anyone finding out. This was not something he wanted to have to explain, and he’d rather carry this bizarre incident to his grave. He thought it was ridiculous—his stomach had swollen to the point he looked pregnant—he felt silly, huddled over trying to hide it like a kid sneaking midnight snacks. The second the plane touched down and he ordered the others to cover for him—he felt the zipper of his jacket start to strain. The whole speed-walk-run back to his room, Ghost’s belly sagged and bulged and heaved, until he could have easily passed as pregnant with triplets. He was damn near waddling when he shouldered his door open, then kicked it closed. It felt like several rocks nestled inside him, warm and heavy and crowding his guts with their intense, crushing pressure. That could only mean one thing… eggs. Simon leaned his head on the edge of the cot and pressed his forehead into his mattress, cringing at the fresh sweat re-wetting his soaked-through mask. He inhaled deeply, exhaled sharply, and shifted forward on his knees before settling back on his feet. His belly was so large, he had to strain to squat wide enough to make room for his enormous bulge. Each time he moved, no matter how minute an adjustment, it sent intense arousing shockwaves coursing through him. It was wishful thinking to believe the eggs hadn’t made it into his womb, but he was in so much throbbing pain, and his stomach was so large, there was no way his cervix hadn’t been breached by whatever-the-fuck-it-was. Why the hell was that realization so hot?

Happy (Almost) Eggie Day >:]
(mermay's gonna hopefully see more eggfics out of me, how could I resist my specialty heheh)

For now: have some eggpregged 09!Ghost as a treat ;3 maybe I can finish this tomorrow, I have my fingers crossed!

(NSFW/dub(?)con/monsterfucking)

#hibirenwrites #ghostsoap

My fic/wip for Egg Day 🥚🤤
#hibirenwrites #ghostsoap

09 ghostsoap ✨

Ghost comes back from a mission looking SUPER pissed off and immediately goes to his room, skipping debrief which is unusual for him. MacTavish hears he's missing and goes to investigate.

Ghost was in a hurry after he got back...➡️

I don't know if I'll ever surpass the 85 fanfics I wrote for ffxv back in the day but it would be interesting to see if my modern warfare fic count will get that high 🤔

my ffvii total is 28 fics and my mw multiera collection has 27 so far and I'm definitely not done writing them hehe
#hibirenwrites

gone hunting hibiren Summary: Very few things made Simon feel truly alive, even fewer lit his blood high like a gasoline-fueled blaze. The bullseyes stenciled all over his nude body in bright red reflective paint had him drooling and dripping with excitement and sweat and fear; the primal desire to run, to be chased, to be caught and to fight, to draw blood and to kick and scream where no one else could hear or save him.

gone hunting
'09 verse: predator!soap/prey!ghost
for/inspired by @sultrysunset.bsky.social 🔥
#hibirenwrites #ghostsoap #callofduty

2.3k words | NSFW | warnings tagged
archiveofourown.org/works/81668721

so I did end up starting something for this (in 09 verse) bc I was inspired, thank u @sultrysunset.bsky.social 🤤🤤

#hibirenwrites #ghostsoap I've not really explored this idea in fic form before soooo I hope I've got the Vibes Right here ; u ;

A bell chimed as the front door slid open and swiftly closed a moment later. Johnny turned his head toward the doorway, but frowned when he didn’t see anyone standing there like he’d been expecting. He had to look down to realize that the calico he’d seen that morning now wove himself in and out of the bookshelves and among the stacks of boxes and books, tail ruffling pleasantly as he bent down to first stretch his front legs, then his back legs. “What took you so long, Aster?” hummed Ghost, genuinely curious, like he was expecting the cat to answer him. But that would be silly. Wouldn’t it? “That stray dog that likes to hide behind the bakery decided to chase me on my way back. I didn’t exactly have a say in the matter,” Aster grumbled after giving himself a full-body shake. Johnny shook his own head in disbelief before Aster stared up at him with his bright amethyst eyes. “…What?” “He can understand you,” Ghost said, more toward Johnny even though he was looking at Aster while he spoke. With a nervous grin, Johnny just shrugged off the odd feeling buzzing through his mind. What a strange morning. He wanted to ask himself if it could possibly get any stranger, but he knew the answer to that already. “I suppose I should’ve expected this, being in a witch’s shop and all… sorry, er, Aster. You just surprised me.” “Hm… I’ll forgive you, if you let me sit on your lap. You’re in my napping chair; it’s been a while since Ghost has had a ‘friend’ over this long, so I’ll let it go. Ghost knows if I sit in your lap he gets to keep you here longer, which is fine by me. I just want to nap.” “Sure, why not… You’re not going to bite me if I pet you, are you?” asked Johnny cautiously as he pulled his chair back from the table. “…Can I pet you?” Aster accepted the invitation and hopped into Johnny’s offered lap, then tucked his paws neatly underneath his body and closed his eyes like he was thinking. “Pets are fine. Don’t yank my tail, and I won’t bite. Other than that..."

for #wipwednesday, have some rough #witchghostau drafting! #hibirenwrites #ghostsoap

I love all of witch!Ghost's magical cat friends ; u ; <3
three so far have names btw :3

Aster - male calico
Mint - female black/white tuxedo
Clover - pudgy orange tomcat

the teashop tradewitch hibiren Summary: There was no “Come In, We’re Open!” sign. No lights on inside; the windows were completely dark. Johnny had half a thought to turn around, but where would he go without risking getting even more lost on this strange back road? Just as he was about to knock, the latch clicked open and the door swung inward. A cat slipped out from the cracked doorway and trotted off down the alley, carrying a kitten-sized bundle of purple fabric in its mouth. Perhaps it was cliché but Johnny was secretly disappointed to see a calico. Didn’t all gloomy back-alley shops that suddenly appeared out of nowhere—that were probably, definitely haunted—have a black cat or two guarding the grounds? “Don’t mind him, he’s making a delivery for me. You must be thirsty. Join us for tea?” The door open wider and Johnny stared at the man the deep, velvety voice belonged to.

the teashop tradewitch
✨🫖🐈✨
#witchghostau #hibirenwrites #ghostsoap

1 Chapter, 3k words

A little bit of feline magic and whimsy because I needed it ; u ; yes it's yet another AU from me (but that's My Thing lol. I enjoy writing AUs very much)

archiveofourown.org/works/80974331

“Oh, this ain’t a crush, darling. This is devotion.” Simon pawed at John’s zipper and the man finally put his damn clipboard down long enough to put his hand over Simon’s head. His grip tightened, fingers digging into the tight curls layered beneath the mask. The look in John’s eyes said, I really shouldn’t be doing this, but the tent in his trousers was screaming, would you hurry the fuck up? “A man as gorgeous as you deserves the royal treatment. Are you gay, Doctor? Do you get all your clients off, or just the men? I’m working up a nice case of hysterics that I know you can remedy, sir. You can pretend I’m a woman if that makes it easier for you, I don’t mind.” “My sexuality is irrelevant—” gasped MacTavish, face flushed as his hard cock sprang free after Ghost yanked his zipper down. He moved to cover himself, but Riley pinned his arm to the metal frame of the chair. “—And no, I don’t do this with all my clients. Only the ones that require extensive therapy. I’ve yet to have a failed case after resorting to my confidential… procedures. You’re several steps ahead of my usual treatment plans, you’re hardly giving me time to catch up.” “What, you planned on spanking the wickedness out of me? Gonna force me to recite Bible verses while you milk me ‘til I squirt?” “That can be arranged, aye,” MacTavish said, groaning as Simon stroked the full length of him, and then let out a deep pleased grunt as Simon squeezed at his full, deliciously heavy balls. “Let’s take this one session at a time. If getting me off will cure your… solitary cult-induced psychosis, then, I’m not going to stop you, if it means progress. Why don’t you show me what your so-called Cult of Ghost is all about? Convince me you’re worth it. We’ll heal each other. Off-record, of course.” “You’re just as insane as I am, you sick fucker.”

A little more Unhinged 🥰😇 not sure how long this one is gonna end up by the time I'm done with it but it's been very fun 😈
(NSFW 🔞✨🥰✨)

#ghostsoap #hibirenwrites

“I’d like to hear it in your own words.” MacTavish raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. To emphasize his point, he picked up his clipboard and tapped the end of his pen against the top of the page fastened to it. For good measure, he added, “Please.” “My own words, eh? It’s your funeral, mate.” With dramatic flourish, Simon flopped himself over like a fainting maiden on the couch and told MacTavish what he wanted to hear. Only with a few extra details sprinkled in. Maybe a lot of extra details. He wanted to make the doctor squirm. “I’m here because some men in uniform told me I was insane. I said, you’d have to be, to stay military this long. None of us left alive have our head on straight. Why is it me that they’re picking on? Shouldn’t they be stopping some homesick rookie from eating lead for dessert because he misses his Mommy? …They didn’t think that was very funny. So then a bunch of men in suits came to also tell me I was insane, and that I needed serious intervention. I said, yeah? Says who? They said, says us. Then the wigs and robes patrol told me I had to go to therapy, and that it wasn’t optional. Or Else. Or Else what, exactly? Gonna throw me in the loony bin? You should have seen what happened the last time they shoveled me off to the crazy house; I turned the whole place upside down. Started a riot, broke out the solitary confinement units and everything. It was fantastic. It was pure circus. Absolute mayhem. There was a whole album of ‘evidence’, but, I doubt you’ll ever get to see it because it’s—” “I’m aware it’s classified, aye,” MacTavish hummed. A strange twinkle lit his eye. “Why do you think I am the one they sent you to? I have clearances far above yours.” After a pointed tap of the pen to his clipboard, he muttered, “Honestly, I’ve seen worse…”

A little more of the Super Toxic Therapist/Client AU bc I really loved the dialogue here 👀😈✨ I can share some more later, this AU is very entertaining to write so far >;]

We like our men unhealthy and unhinged in this house 🥰

#ghostsoap #hibirenwrites

🥰🥰 god I love writing unhinged men

'09 Toxic Therapist Soap & Even Worse (!!) Client Ghost
#ghostsoap #hibirenwrites #wipwednesday

Today's ('09) #soapghost idea: Toxic Client/Toxic Therapist AU 🥰🤤😇✨ #hibirenwrites

Ghost (on medical orders) goes to see a therapist, expecting nothing good to come out of it. When he walks in and makes eye contact with his new "babysitter"... something clicks in Simon. He's obsessed. ⬇️

[black background, white text] beautiful, brutal pleasure hibiren Summary: “Please… be gentle with me,” Simon sighed, wrapping his arms around his husband’s shoulders and grinding slowly, teasing, tempting, sliding his panties agonizingly slow over Johnny’s erection, “I’m still a virgin. You’re so thick… you might tear me in half…” This wasn’t something either of them had tried in the bedroom before, and it fell from Simon’s lips before he could stop it, but it just felt right in the moment. And Johnny eagerly went along with it. Simon was the luckiest man alive, to have such a gorgeous husband that indulged his every need. “It’s alright, Daddy’s gonna make sure to stretch ye out nice n’ slow first. Before we get to that… I’d like to see yer lips on my cock. Think you can do that for me, dove? Show me how badly ye want me. Do a good job… and I’ll make sure to breed ye full. That’s what honeymoons are for, aye? I won’t let ye leave this room ‘til I get ye pregnant. That’s a promise.”

✨🔥 The Wedding Night Fic is up! 🔥✨
#ghostsoap #hibirenwrites #callofduty

"beautiful, brutal pleasure"
3.5k words
NSFW (Check Tags for Full CWs!)
bottom Ghost, top Soap

I hope you like breeding kinks & Ghost in bridal lingerie bc that's what you're in for ;]

archiveofourown.org/works/80125756

Today's #ghostsoap thought:
#hibirenwrites The Wedding Night ❤️‍🔥🔞

After their wedding, Johnny and Simon immediately run off together to kickstart their honeymoon. They didn't plan on a party anyway, they had Other Things in mind 😏

Simon surprises Johnny after they reach their cabin for the week... ⬇️

[black background, white italicized text] Every surface in this place is made of something I can’t understand. There’s life in it, somewhere, but it’s buried and mangled and distant—how can I be surrounded by earth that isn’t? Most importantly, there’s nowhere for me to plant myself. Nowhere to nest. And that’s why I’m scared. Let the humans think I’m afraid of them, if it keeps them happy… they can’t know the truth. I could never ask for help, not from them. Especially not from that man, the one whose eyes I have. No matter what the Zenith-human says, his words are all tainted with the stench of lies. Just enough to make the air taste foul long after he’s left the room. It’s been a while since he came here and I can still feel his scent in the walls. Like he’s watching me. He must be, he must have eyes in the room for him—but why haven’t I noticed? What keeps them undetectable? I thought all humans were evil. Johnny-human is changing my mind… very slowly. He actually helped me. He didn’t ask for anything in return. There was concern in his voice when he spoke to me. He was kind and gentle… something I didn’t think any humans were capable of. Johnny-human also taught me a new word. This new word was very important to him. I wonder why? If it was so important, why did none of the other humans ever mention it to me? Is ‘consent’ something bad? Something good? …What do I even gain by learning human ideas? Are they trying to turn me into one of them? Is that even possible?

started drafting some ghost pov for the #slimeghostau because it was calling to me and I wanted to see how it would turn out

#hibirenwrites ; u ; my heartttttt

Some #ghostsoap thoughts:

Ghost has trouble sleeping. He keeps waking up no matter what, even if he's next to Johnny. Ghost will just roll over and wrap his arms around Johnny, hoping he'll get back to sleep soon. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. But he always feels safe. 🥰
#hibirenwrites

Concept art of a pixie, drawn by hibiren, for his slime!Ghost AU worldbuilding. The pixie is pink, blue, and pale blue and resembles a cross between a "typical" fairy design and a wasp/bee. Text reads: Pixies! Pt 2 by hibiren for my slime!Ghost AU 2/2026 :) * pixie hives can reach ~4ft (~1.2m) in size, or larger if they have space for multiple anchors Pixie bodies are angular and curvy, very insect-like antenna feathering details (kind of like antenna on a moth or a sea bunny/slug!) * pixie venom can be delivered either through its fangs or it's stinger * to slimes, pixie venom might just make them "loopy" or relaxed, it's rarely actually harmful and may help them heal (or induce heats, on rare occasions) >:] fingertips taper into a point, like their legs. long fingers, no thumbs

Hopefully this new attempt is a little better/more clear, I tried to draw a pixie at a slightly different angle 🍯🐝💜✨
#slimeghostau #hibirenwrites

I love these little gremlins so much hehe 🐝✨🍯✨

Pixies! no AI, ~only fae~ for hibiren's slime!Ghost AU 2/2026 (A pink and blue pixie with a wasp-like body on the top right corner takes up most of the right side of the landscape image. It has a humanoid body, wasp wings, three-fingered hands and point-tipped feet (no toes, just tapered points). They have two white-blue feathered antennae at the top of their head.) The text around them identifies some notable traits: feathered antennae fangs three fingers wasp-like body and stinger point-tipped feet wasp wings pointed "elf" ears "gradient" bodies (arms/legs) To the right of the pixie is a blue, jagged shaped pixie hive with an entrance toward the bottom of it. A white mass at the top is its "anchor" to whatever surface it's hanging onto. Arrows mark and indicate each trait. Pixies are ~7" (~18cm) tall at the largest they're little fae menaces and I love them so much <3 Other pixie info is written beside the diagrams: * Pixies help pollinate slimeflora * Pixies can fly, and (most often) resemble bees or wasps * They can bite, swarm (like the "bee heat death ball" swarm), or sting if frightened * They live in hive nests * They LOVE ((double underlined for emphasis)) sugar (and slimes) :) * Their coloration varies by environment (for camouflage)

Alright more reference-y art for the #slimeghostau, this time:

Pixies!
#hibirenwrites <- tho I do need a new art tag, probably... 🤔

Pixies are little feral sugar-addicted gremlins that loooooove slimes. They will explode in population if near a slime colony because they're naturally sugary lol

Some #slimeghostau thoughts for today bc I'm having Feels Again #hibirenwrites

Johnny watches Ghost constantly preening himself one day. He asks if Ghost might want a mirror, and that's what clues Johnny in to the fact that Ghost's eyes don't "see" the way his do. He can't "see" his reflection➡️

Some #ghostsoap thoughts; on the job, covered in dirt & grime. They're filthy, soaked head to toe in rain & blood but still find a way to wring out their last hours before evac in an alley absolutely destroying each other so no one will be able to tell their bites from their bruises 😏
#hibirenwrites

Happy Valentine's Day 🥰

thinking of Johnny sitting with slime!Ghost and listening to him talk about his hive and all the colorful plants so Johnny can draw him a picture of it 🥺

Ghost misses his nest so badly it hurts, he isn't able to make a new one in the lab unit 💔

#slimeghostau #hibirenwrites

#slimeghostau #hibirenwrites plant details! :D

Galaxy Slimeshrooms: their main functions are for shade & as humidity control. The umbrella of the mushroom can expand into a "protective bubble" over a slime beneath it for comfort and solitude, and slimes are very comfortable inside them.➡️

Slimeflora / concept by hibiren <3 2/2026 / for my slime!Ghost AU (I tried... lol... drawing is hard y'all) "Pine" Slime (with fruit) On the far left, a pine-tree-like sketch with pinkish, curling needles and a green trunk. Several varying sizes of pear-like fruit adorn the branches and are mostly yellow, with colorful designs in pink and green. The description beside it reads, "Slimefruit is colorful and its patterning and flavors vary." Wineflower In the middle of the image, a rose-like flower with thorns is tipping over, weighed down by a heavy trail of slime pouring from its cup-shaped bell. It appears by itself with its long, thorn-coated stem indicating it has been pruned or picked from its bush. Galaxy Slimeshroom In the upper right, a large blue-purple glowing mushroom appears to have several swirling pink and blue galaxies scattered across its surface. its mushroom shape is slightly transparent, and the backside and the underside of the mushroom are slightly visible through its umbrella. Additional notes: In the top right corner, a note that reads: "No AI use permitted. (no training/theft/no reposts, etc)" with an arrow pointing up toward it and text below that reads "I worked hard on these designs >:[ * all can be (potentially harmful) dangerous to humans* *(if consumed), can be used in medicine? * Only sprout from planted slime eggs (or "seeds") * Slimefruit are a slime's only biologically-compatible food source. * Slimeflora keeps a slime hive healthy by regulating temp/humidity

okay so I tried to draw up some of the ideas in my head for slimeflora in the #slimeghostau
#hibirenwrites concept sheet! :D

drawing is hard 😭

samples of: galaxy slimeshroom, a "pine" slime tree with fruit, and a wineflower! So their comfort plants, their "food", and their (non-pond) hydration <3

[black background, white text] through and past hell hibiren Summary: After all that they went through together last night, the reports of Ghost being hostile to any human contact suddenly made no sense—he went from reading reports of injured guards and medical staff and fearing his own imminent harm, to realizing that Ghost was only reactive because he was scared… Johnny had been able to put his hands on, and at times his fingers inside Ghost at one point (to help free a stuck egg) all because he, as any fae researcher should, initiated the entire night on the premise of Ghost’s consent. Were those reports really telling the truth, or was something being omitted? Something was definitely wrong. Ghost was gentle when he wasn’t fearing for his life at the hands of someone he couldn’t trust or that he feared and Johnny knew it. And all that progress with Johnny was just after one night of telling Ghost he had a say in his care. Hopefully Zenith wouldn’t hinder that progress in any way, but there was only one path to go down to make that happen—direct confrontation.

through and past hell | #slimeghostau series part 2!
3.8k words, 2/2 chapters

Johnny has a meeting with Zenith. After staying with Ghost all night, Johnny attempts to bargain with his new boss, desperate to help Ghost however he can.

#hibirenwrites #soapghost

archiveofourown.org/works/793897...

[black background, white text] The next day hit Johnny like a ton of bricks when his burner phone’s obnoxious ringtone startled him out of an uneasy half-slumber. He flipped it open and didn’t bother checking the caller before answering groggily, “…h’llo?” “Mr. MacTavish.” Zenith’s voice was calm, as if he were making a phone call at midday and not… four in the morning?? Christ. “Aye?” Johnny answered, suddenly feeling wide awake. Zenith’s icy tone settled over him like a frigid blanket, chilling him to the bone. He had to sit upright and raise the lightswitch slider at his bedside to a dim glow to help himself stop shaking. The mountain projection outside still showed a nighttime view of the moon and bright stars, and the outlines of trees below them splayed out like dark ink jagged across the horizon. The faintest trickle of red began to bleed through the trees and instead of beautiful, Johnny found it unsettling. Like a premonition and a warning instead of a nice display. “Usually I don’t call outside business hours, however this is something my secretary forgot to mention to you yesterday, and that was just brought to my attention. We have our first face-to-face meeting later this morning and I know this should go without saying, but I expect you to wear something formal to the meeting. That is, I’m assuming you have brought something formal along with you. If you do not have appropriate clothing, I will order something for you and have it delivered to your room before we have our conversation. I am a professional, after all—and so are you, when we meet.”

one more thing before I go for the night! a second installment of the #slimeghostau is on the way, hopefully posted by tomorrow afternoon! thinking it's gonna be a series so I'll make that shortly ;3 #hibirenwrites

have some more Zenith being an Evil Snarky Man to Johnny (at 4am, just because) >;]

oh and #hibirenwrites for the #slimeghostau one of the sole reasons for me wanting to include that Johnny bred kelpies for waterhorse racing was because I really. really. REALLY wanted to make a "Preakness(ie)" pun out of it so there's some Subtext there 😂😂 is that too much? lmao

Okay a little more #slimeghostau:
#hibirenwrites lore, now that I'm home again 🍮✨

Slime Anatomy!

Slimes don't experience "sight" the way humans do; it's a multisensory experience through vibrations, touch, and proxy "vision."

Slime "eyes" are not true eyeballs (as organs), they are mimics➡️

Adding more #slimeghostau lore! #hibirenwrites
Slime Life Cycles/Rebirth (*cw death)

Slimes are immortal, with limits.

When a slime is injured or sick beyond a point of self-healing but is within a suitable climate, they can "cycle" themselves a new body. It's a temporary death/metamorphosis.➡️

I could write a book on fantasy science lmao. I should. I might 🤔 very tempting to write up my own personal lore reference book bc slime lore alone would certainly make a Sizeable Document xD the other people can see where my mind goes when it rabbitholes on fantasy worldbuilding ✨ #hibirenwrites