since you said manifestation circle was okay,
manifesting your inhun smut with corrupt cop inho <3
manifesting inho being mean and an asshole to gihun
manifesting inho abusing his power as a police officer
manifesting their hot gay sex
manifesting that angsty toxicity and power imbalance between them (this is my jam)
also just wanted to let you know I've been thinking about this daily since the day you made a post about it sksksksksk thanks to you and your wonderful mind.
if there's any crumb, sentence or draft you have planned out and are okay with some sneak peek, you'd make me the happiest gal ever lol
but yeah I know life can be very busy & I hope you're having a lovely time and being easy on yourself - ao3 and your readers will always be here for you so there's no need to rush anything!
sending you lots of love <3
Thank you, Anon! Yes, manifestation circle is def a-ok. I do have the corrupt cop Inho PWP on my to-do-list, and there is a tiny snippet of the beginning written from a while ago (below). I'm excited to get it done by the time Season Three rolls out, but in the meantime, have this tiny crumb of the WIP and this nice pic of lbh to tide you over <3
Past the quiet measured breaths against his ear, Gihun could hear cicadas.
They were far enough away from the city for the sound of summer to penetrate the endless man made noise of traffic and construction. It was dark out here. Quieter, too. And time seemed to slow to an excruciating crawl. Gihun sweated profusely in the back of the police cruiser, wet beads of moisture collecting between the crooks of his elbows and pooling in the hollow of his throat. His thoughts wandered back to the cicadas. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard them. It must have been years, decades, ago, back before his daughter had been born. When his joints didn’t creak and ache the way they did now after years of grueling factory work.
The man fucking him deliberately angled his next thrust and his insides seized at the unexpected shock of sensation. Gihun’s mind plummeted back down into the fleshy cage of his body. Blood pulsed to the surface of his skin. His lower belly hurt. They’d been at it for a while, long enough for whatever modest bit of lube Officer Hwang had used to start to dry. The upholstery mattered more than Gihun’s comfort. He had made that abundantly clear in the past.
For some reason, he was always so methodically cruel with the way he treated Gihun, and it always took him forever to come.
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