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[inhoshoe]

I am currently OBSESSED with G-Dragon. So..I made an oc. AND I WANTED TO SHARE. YAYAYA Everyone clap for me scream and jump and yeah.

K-Pop Idol OC Profile – MISCHI (Yoon Da-Hyun)

Basic Information

• Stage Name: MISCHI

• Real Name: Yoon Da-Hyun

• Nicknames: Dada, HYUNIE, Yeosin Bulkkot, random playful names given by fans

• Birth Date / Age: January 12, 1990 (Age 33)

• Birthplace / Hometown: Seoul, Korea

• Nationality / Ethnicity: Korean, Asian

• Zodiac / Chinese Zodiac: Capricorn / Horse

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Appearance

• Height / Weight: 5’5” / 105 lbs

• Hair Color & Style: Bright orange, chest-length, straight

• Eye Color / Shape: Big black doe eyes, sometimes exaggerated like “bug eyes” when expressive

• Skin Tone / Features: Pale, smooth skin

• Fashion Style / Stage Outfits: Streetwear, oversized hip-hop fashion, bright colors; playful but edgy

• Tattoos / Piercings / Distinctive Features: No tattoos; double ear piercings; belly button piercing; expressive facial gestures

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Personality

• Core Traits: Chaotic, dramatic, laidback, chill

• Strengths: Extreme adaptability; can shift moods instantly to suit the situation or performance

• Weaknesses / Flaws: Sometimes loses herself in the crowd or her own thoughts; can appear unpredictable

• Hobbies & Interests: Lyric writing, collecting small trinkets, designing clothes

• Pet Peeves: Trainees or juniors copying her style or lyrics too closely

• Fears / Phobias: Scandals, being misrepresented publicly

• Relationship with Fans: Very playful, chaotic, and touchy; loves interacting and teasing fans during events or livestreams

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Talent & Career

• Position: Soloist

• Vocal Range / Style: Extremely wide vocal range; can switch between soft and powerhouse notes effortlessly

• Dance Style: Hip-hop focused with big, exaggerated movements

• Rapping Style: Extremely fast and intricate, almost chaotic at times

• Instruments: None

• Agency: YG Entertainment

• Debut Date & Age: June 20, 2008, at age 18

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Backstory / Background

• Family / Childhood: Born into the wealthy Yoon family, known for their attractiveness and luck; has 10 brothers; her family has been recognized for beauty and influence in Korea

• How She Became an Idol: Mother enrolled her as a trainee at age 10

• Challenges Faced: Being underestimated for her young age, dealing with public scrutiny as a child trainee

• Biggest Achievements / Awards: Won “Best Female Artist” at the MAMA; multiple chart-topping singles

• Dreams / Goals: Release as many albums as possible; win a Daesang award; cement her legacy as a chaotic but beloved solo artist

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Relationships

• Friends: Friendly with most YG idols; close bonds with other soloists in her genre

• Rivalries / Conflicts: Friendly rivalries with top female soloists and hip-hop performers

• Romantic Interests: KWON JIYONG (G-Dragon); subtle, playful flirts in private, public interactions are a bit more to themselves

• Relationship with Staff / Fans: Close to staff; personal bodyguard; fans (“Embers”) are like extended family

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Stage Persona & Public Image

• Stage Concept / Theme: Chaotic queen of the stage; unpredictable energy; commanding presence; bright, oversized outfits

• Signature Moves / Song: Screams “CHAOS” during performances to hype the crowd; known for big, expressive dance moves

• Persona vs. Real Personality: On stage and with fans – chaotic and playful; in private – more reserved, calm, and reflective

• Social Media Style: Active on livestreams, comments directly on fan posts; playful interactions and chaotic humor

• Fanclub Name / Color: Embers + Orange

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Fun / Extra Details

• Favorite Foods / Snacks: Watermelon, bubble tea

• Hobbies Outside Work: Collecting trinkets, making clothes, designing outfits

• Secret Talents: Incredible vertical jump; can mimic almost any sound

• Quirks / Cute Habits: Zoning out randomly, staring with her big expressive eyes, humming random tunes

• Meme-worthy Moments: Dramatic reactions on stage or in interviews; iconic disgusted face when a cameraman got too close; turning choreo mistakes into dance highlights

• Fan Nicknames: Yeosin Bulkkot

[inhoshoe]

HELP MEEEEE — I’ve decided everything I’ve wanted to do for KINKTOBER but I need readers for a lot of them !! If anyone has any suggestions please please please share !!

Edit : I’ve decided to add T.O.P + Thanos + Lee Byung-hun as well so they’ll be color coded now !

Hwang Ingo

Thanos / Choi Su-bong

T.O.P / Choi Seung-hyun

Lee Byung-hun

WARNING : I don’t officially write for Thanos, T.O.P, or Byung-hun…this is for KINKTOBER specifically — I might start writing for them later on tho !!

Day 1 : Orgasm Control - Ballerina!Reader

Day 2 : Kidnapping - Heiress!Reader

Day 3 : Nipple Clamps - Ex!lover!Reader

Day 4 : Voyeurism - Innocent!Babydoll!Reader

Day 5 : Wax Play - Artist!Reader

Day 6 : Humiliation - Gi-Huns Daughter!Reader

Day 7 : Blindfolds - Anxious!Reader

Day 8 : Cages - Delicate!Dependent!Reader

Day 9 : Shibari - Curious!Reader

Day 10 : CNC - Daydreamer!Reader

Day 11 : Cum Licking - Babysitter!Reader

Day 12 : Kneeling - Princess!Reader

Day 13 : Dom Bottom / Sub Top - I might skip this

Day 14 : Choking / Gagging - Idol!Reader

Day 15 : Semi-public - Pregnant!Player!Reader

Day 16 : Remote Control - Winning player!Reader

Day 17 : Messy Sex - Overly loud!Reader

Day 18 : Aftercare - Emotional!Reader

Day 19 : Creampie - Baby Fever!Reader

Day 20 : Mirror Sex - Makeup Artist!Reader

Day 21 : Rimming - Embarrassed!Reader

Day 22 : Gunplay - Il-nams granddaughter!Reader

Day 23 : Biting + Praise Kink - Trainee!Reader

Day 24 : Gags - Talkative!Reader

Day 25 : Double Penetration - Innocent!Babydoll!Reader

Day 26 : Lingerie - Shy!Girlfriend!Reader

Day 27 : Hair Pulling - Bratty!Reader

Day 28 : Multiple Orgasm - Sleepy!Dreamer!Reader

Day 29 : Body Worship - Insecure!Reader

Day 30 : Degradation - High ego!Reader

Day 31 : Hot Tub Sex - Sugarbaby!Reader

[inhoshoe]

KINKTOBER INCOMING !!! I’ll be making more readers for some of these specific. (I’m staring at the uniform kink with stars in my eyes btw) if you’ve got any specific readers for days request! You can also suggest a reader to make up just give me a basis!!!

[inhoshoe]

I want him to touch me inappropriately in a fancy hotel, tell me I’m his princess, tell me how pretty my body is!! I want him to wrap his hand around my throat, gently but not too gentle!! I want him to finger me then force me to lick his middle and ring finger clean!! I WANT HIM IN ME!! Ugh I’m gooning and it’s literally 9:30 am 😣

[inhoshoe]

— ALL MY READERS —

All my readers and their pairings so you can request Head canons, drabbles, oneshots, or maybe even a mini series for them !

Babysitter!Reader x Divorced!Dad!Inho

Il-nams granddaughter!Reader x Hwang Inho

Gi-Huns daughter!Reader x Dbf!Inho

Innocent!Babydoll!Reader x Stalker!Inho

[inhoshoe]

— Yes, Mr. Hwang —

PAIRING : Divorced!Dad!Inho x Babysitter!Reader

PART : 1/? [Work in progress]

SERIES MASTERLIST : Check me out !

WARNINGS : Age gap (Reader is in her early 20s - Inho is in his late 40s), slowburn, Boss x Employee Dynamic, no use of Y/N, Parent/child domestic setting (Reader takes care of Inhos daughter)

SUMMARY : Ever since Inho got custody of his four year old daughter, you’ve been dragged into his world, his house, his rules, his hands. And sometimes he pays with more than just cash.

WORD COUNT : 2.7k

TAGLIST : @killbitkawaii @shamidreamer

You’d paid for a tiny square in the classifieds, a quiet plea for work disguised as professionalism, your only shot at keeping the bills from stacking higher. Your rent was passed due, they were threatening to shut off your water, and cut your wires. You didn’t have nearly any education besides the highschool diploma you earned by hanging on a string.

Your parents weren’t any help, those hippies didn’t believe in cash, they were couch surfing your whole life and basically wore leafs for clothing. Once you hit eighteen you were out of their sight..for maybe a year.

After you got your first apartment you realized how horribly educated you were on the matter of bills, taxes, and work…then you were right back to couch surfing with your mother and father.

After another year of that hell you finally decided to get another apartment, and take up the idea of babysitting. So you were nervous, and confident, and excited, and on the brink of a crisis.

You had toast and jam in front of you, a weak breakfast but it’s what you could afford. The minutes seemed to pass by at an antagonizing pace. You glanced over at your phone waiting for some middle aged woman with a toddler to call you questioning your ability to handle her reckless son.

Eventually you finished you toast and placed your plate in the sink, that was probably the most fun you’d had in the past week. Now to wait for the next meal time. As you sat down and rested your head in your hands you suddenly heard your phone going off.

Quickly you picked it up, flipped it open, and placed it against your ear. “Hello?” Your voice rang out, a little too loud, and a little too excited. You cursed on your breath at your overly happy reaction. The voice on the other side rang out, nowhere near excited, but surprisingly deep.

“Hello, is this-�� you couldn’t even let the poor man finish his sentence. “Yes! This is she, are you calling for the babysitting job?” You questioned, eyes overly bright compared to the dim kitchen you were sitting in.

The other voice let out a gentle chuckle. “Yes, I’m Hwang Inho.” He paused for a moment, “I saw your ad in the paper.” He finished making you straighten your spin, like that could make you song more professional.

“Oh- yes, yes, thank you for calling! I’m available basically everyday, anytime, whatever works for you I’ll be able to do it! I’m great with children, I have references-“ His voice stopped you, not in an unkindly fashion, just kind of there.

“That won’t be necessary.” He spoke, deep, slow, deliberate. You swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous, have you already crossed his boundaries? “I just need someone reliable, consistent.” You nodded as if he could see you. “I can be both sir.”

There was another pause, a long one. A breath then- “She’s four, her name is Hana. I’ve recently gained custody over her.”

“I see.” You spoke softly, waiting for his next sentence. “And I work long hours, so I need someone who can keep her safe, and company.” He said his tone serious. “I can do that.” You promised, your heart basically smiling with pride.

No one spoke for a moment, then— “Can you come by tomorrow? Noon.” You blinked a few times. You knew he had just said he worked long hours but you hadn’t realized he would need a babysitter this soon.

You quickly realized how long you were talking to yourself and began stammering. “Oh- uh..yes. Yes! Of course, I’ll be there. What’s the address?” You asked quickly grabbing a pen and napkin.

He gave it, slow and clear, like he already knew you were writing it down on a thin napkin.

When the call ended, the quiet felt different. You had just scored a job babysitting, at that moment you could have fell to your knees and started praising the heavens, thanking the lord above for his kindness.

But instead you dusted yourself off and ran to your closet like a giddy teenager getting ready for a date with her douchebag boyfriend.

You soon realized that the five outfits you’ve been wearing for the past year..show no good signs. You wanted to impress this man, show him how you could be an amazing babysitter for his little girl.

So you sighed deeply and went to your wallet, a pathetic amount of won sat there..but maybe enough for a new outfit from a thrift shop. You shook your head and walked to your bathroom deciding to freshen up before your long walk.

You splashed your face, shaved your small incoming unibrow, set your face with powder and sunscreen, hell you even decided to throw on a bit of mascara incase you saw a cute boy.

After you were finished you went on your way, clutching your wallet like a lifeline. It truly was the only nice thing you had, partially because it held every ounce of money you’ve ever owned, but also because it was the last gift your parents had handed you before you separated.

You smiled softly as you approached the small thrift shop you got all your other five outfits from. As you walked in you were greeted kindly by a few of the workers, some looked at you as if you ruined their whole day just by being alive.

You payed them no mind as you walked towards the sweaters, it was just passing fall and coming close to winter so you decided it would be better to dress warmer. You picked out your favorite color sweater, and smiled while holding it up to yourself.

Pleased with your choice you then walked over to the Jeans and chose your size with a hum. The outfit was coming together nicely, overly nice if you had to say. You calculated the amount of won it would cost and turns out you had enough to get a small accessory as well.

You practically skipped over to the accessories and chose a hair bow that matched your sweater nicely. You walked over to the cashier, handing her your items and as you scanned them you watched the price go up..and as you suspected, you were just on the line.

You handed her the won, bid your goodbyes and left. As you stepped out, the cold air suddenly felt stronger. You held the bag of new clothing to your chest tightly as you began moving.

The walk home was long and bitter, your cheeks turning pink due to the sudden strong winds and all you could think about was how stupid you were for not putting on your coat before you left.

However that was the least of your worries, you were still happy despite the circumstances of the weather and couldn’t wipe the small smile you held. You had gotten a job, you had a reason to get up in the morning, you had a child to take care of, a real little person who you could only hope would look up at you with trust and admiration.

You’d never admit it, but that look little kids give you when they truly trust you, the little stars in their eyes, the way their mouth opens slightly, it makes your heart flutter and you wish you could have a child of your own. Maybe one day, maybe when the time is right and you could settle yourself. But for now you’d have to stick to watching other people children.

Once you reached your apartment, you fumbled with your key for a moment before finally pushing it In and getting the door open. You practically bolted to your room to give yourself a haul of everything you bought, imagining yourself in the outfit and how every little interaction would go.

Your main concern was the father, he sounded so serious. You glanced over at the napkin that had his address written on it, above it was his name. Hwang Inho. Even his name sounded strict. Not mean, but rigid. Like a man who’d done everything right in life. Like a man who wouldn’t hesitate to fire you if you disappointed him. Like a man who might be far too used to control, and not very used to asking for help.

You bit your bottom lip and shivered at the thought, everything had to go perfect. You smoothed out your jeans another time, as an extra safety measure. You leaned back against your bed frame, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you tried not to think about the way Inho had trusted you so quickly, how he didn’t ask for any background information, he didn’t want a resume or anything…just you.

You shook your head and sighed once more before shifting around and moving to get your mind off whatever was to come.

That night came slow, but your nerves made it difficult to sleep. You tossed, and you turned, and you thought about what you would say to the toddler you were gonna meet tomorrow.

“Hi Hana! I’m here to be your new friend!” No. Weird..that’s really weird. “Hey there, sweetie, I’m your new babysitter!” I sound like I’m trying to be her mom. “Hi, I’m gonna be your babysitter! Would you like a snack?” …maybe.

Somewhere in between debating with yourself and blinking at your painfully white ceiling you ended up falling into a peaceful sleep.

Your alarm went off with a sad waking tone, but against the alarm you had an overly excited attitude. You scrambled out of bed but as soon as your bare feet hit the cold ground you shivered slightly. You let out a small sigh and walked to your closet, grabbing your outfit and throwing it on like you were getting ready for battle.

You brushed out your hair, brushed your teeth, and decided your bow looked odd three times before figuring out exactly where it would look good. You smiled at yourself, giving your reflection a wink…then regretted it and shook your head.

….you arrived at his penthouse early.

Too early.

You stared at his house from the sidewalk with your hands clenched at your sides, your flip phone and wallet shoved in your back pockets. You reread the address at least four times, triple checking the number of his penthouse. 456. You were at the right house, now you just had to wait till noon to make your approach to the door.

While you waited you fidgeted with the hem of your sweater, or patted your hands on your jeans, or paced back and forth. Finally you pulled out your phone and checked the time, 11:57 a.m. you sighed, hyped yourself up a bit before walking up to his door and knocking once, then twice just in case.

The door opened slowly, not wide enough for you to come in, but wide enough to see his body and head. God was he hot. He was tall, broader than you imagined based off his voice. His hair was dark and slicked back, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up just past his elbows. His wrist held a luxurious watch, diamond encrusted.

He didn’t smile at you, but his eyes swept your figure with a quiet calculation. “You’re early.” He said, his voice even hotter in person. “Oh uh, yes, I hope that’s not a problem.” You replied, nervously fidgeting with your fingers.

He opened the door wider and stepped off to the side. “Come in.” He welcomed as you made your way through. You took off your shoes and placed them on the mat next to the door before Inho lead you to the living room.

That’s when your eyes met hers. A little girl sat on the carpeted section of the floor, holding a soft pink plush bunny. She looked up at you with her dark doe eyes, and jet black hair done in uneven pigtails. You smiled gently, but she ignored your gaze and they fell on her father.

You approached her slowly, bending down a bit to make eye contact. Her gaze shifted and she watched you with curiosity. “Hi sweetheart,” you said kindly, thinking back to your thoughts last night. “I’m gonna be your babysitter.” Your words came out softer than expected.

She didn’t say anything, just pulled her bunny plush to her chest and once again shifted her eyesight to Inho. “She’s shy, takes awhile for her to warm up.” Inho’s voice cut through, interrupting the moment.

You looked back while standing up. “That’s alright,” you said with a gentle smile. “I’m not in a hurry.”

He watched you for a moment, longer than felt appropriate, but you ignored it, if anything you liked his lingering eyes. After a few seconds he cleared his throat and looked down the hallway, pointing slightly. “Her bedroom is down the hall. Emergency numbers are written on the fridge, she can eat anything, no allergies. I’ll be home late.” He said looking back at you.

You gave a soft nod. “Yes, Mr. Hwang.” You said bowing. “Thank you again,” your voice coming out quieter than you wanted.

Instead of acknowledging your thanks, he looked at his watched. Thought for a moment before huffing. “I’ll walk you through her routine before I go.” He spoke while walking toward the kitchen.

You nodded, following his footsteps before pausing seeing him pull out a notepad and pen. He handed them to you before starting on Hana’s routine.

“She wakes up early, typically six. You can try to get her to sleep longer but she doesn’t really budge.” He said, the faint tiredness present in his voice as he recalls all the early mornings. You began writing quickly, the pen stumbling a bit. “Don’t greet her with loudness, just a quick good morning. Don’t pick her up unless she asks.” He added and you continued writing.

Your eyes flicked towards Hana, who was watching with intense curiosity. One of her brows raised in suspicion as she stared. “She’ll want rice and eggs for breakfast. Not too much soy sauce, or she won’t eat it. She drinks warm milk, not cold. Microwave it for fifteen seconds.” He said finally giving you a glance.

You didn’t have much time to acknowledged it due to the fact you had to write so much. He stared at the paper before continuing. “She’s not a fan of cartoons, or overly loud music. If she wants to color, the books are in the living room cabinet. Her favorite color is red so make sure you hand her that one first.”

You smiled at the thought, just the red crayon was all she needed. Adorable. “She goes down for a nap at two, but only if you read to her. She’ll hand you which book she wants you to read when you tell her to settle.”

You bit your lip to stop your smile from growing more. “She sounds particular.” You admitted looking up at Mr. Hwang. He nodded in agreement. “She is.”

There was a pause, it wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. He cleared his throat before going to say something. “She’ll test you,” He said softly, like he’s had this conversation before. “But she’s not being difficult. She just…” he paused as if trying to find the right words.

“Trying to figure out who you are, and if you’ll stay.” He finished, letting the words hang as you two made eye contact. You didn’t know how to respond to that, and he knew that.

“She’s been through a lot,” he added, almost like an afterthought. “I don’t bring many people around her, so if you’re going to be lazy, or flake, you might as well let me know now.” He said, his dark eyes staring into yours.

You straightened your spine without realizing it. “I won’t.”

His eyes fell up and down your build, studying you once more, before he finally gave a slow nod. “Good.”

There was another moment of silence before he glanced at his watch. “I’ll be home at around eight or nine, depends on how the meeting goes.” He said while reaching for his coat and slinging it over his shoulder.

“If there’s an emergency, call me. No one else.” He spoke while putting his shoes on and walking to the door, you followed a bit so you could make sure you got everything.

“Got it.” You replied, nodding your head. He let out a breath before turning to Hana. “Be good, I’ll be home tonight.”

She didn’t answer, just stared and nodded. He looked back at you before turning to the door. “Her rooms second to the left, don’t let her eat in bed.” He said opening the door before pausing and waiting for your reply.

“Right.” You said quickly, he gave one last nod before stepping out of the house and shutting the door.

And just like that, it was You, Hana, and the pink bunny.

[inhoshoe]

— I pay you, don’t I? —

DIVORCED!DAD!INHO X BABYSITTER!READER

Warnings : Age gap (Reader is in her 20s - Inho is in his 40s), Power imbalance, Boss x Employee dynamic, Dubcon, Mild emotional manipulation, Parent/Child domestic setting (reader caring for Inhos daughter), Possessive + Jealous behavior, Internal Guilt/Shame, SMUT, Unprotected sex, DDLG, Slight breeding kink, Praise kink, Overstimulation, begging, possessive dirty talk, touch starved Inho, readers financial dependence (on Inho)

Before each chapter I will give specific warnings based on what is in the writing!

Synopsis : Ever since Inho got custody of his four year old daughter, you’ve been dragged into his world, his house, his rules, his hands. And sometimes he pays with more than just cash.

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[inhoshoe]

MY FAVORITE IN-HO WRITER 💜

· ⟢ ⋮ 𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍-𝐇𝐎 (𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍) 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

kinks [nsfw]

ideal partner + tropes

“that's my wife.”

husband!in-ho headcanons [sfw + nsfw]

more husband!in-ho headcanons [sfw + nsfw]

“i’m here.” [nsfw]

in-ho comforting you

sports car [nsfw]

bf!in-ho headcanons [sfw + nsfw]

head [nsfw]

first date

your first time on the island

[inhoshoe]

Oh I’m so using these for some upcoming projects, soft love Inho coming soon 😈

soft vs hard love dialogue and prompts

➣ SOFT LOVE

♡ "you're cute when you're mad."

♡ soft shoulder kisses.

♡ "home is where you are, whether it is here, in the deepest ocean or hottest desert, you are my home."

♡ slow and curious first kiss, both characters seemingly nervous, blush painting their faces.

♡ stolen glances across the room.

♡ "the gods took their time with you."

♡ wearing their heart on their sleeves around each other.

♡ character A's face blushing as B smootheres them in compliments even years into their relationship with character B.

♡ quiet murmurs of affection.

♡ “i missed you.” “i was gone for two hours.”

♡ coffee shop and bookstore dates.

➣ HARD LOVE

♡ guttural rain confessions.*

♡ "do you not get it? every second i spend in the absence of your presence pains me."

♡ harsh and passionate first kisses.

♡ "i fucking yearn for you and you haven't so much as spared me a glance in years!"

♡ walls that they have each spent years building crumbling in the presence of one another.

♡ heated arguments turned into heated confessions.

♡ "i hate you! i hate you so much i can't bear to be near you." "you are walking a fine line between hate and desire, love."

♡ both being far too stubborn to admit their feelings, their hearts both caged deep within them.

♡ (years/months) of pent up emotions being aired in an argument and when the dust settles the only emotion left is their desire for each other.

♡ “do you think i want this? do you think i want to be stuck in this endless cycle of wanting you? do you truly think i enjoy waking up every morning realizing you’re not there?”

♡ tears spilling as they finally give in and proclaim their feelings.

♡ “i am not an easy person to love.” “i think i’ve got the hang of it.”

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3

* rain confessions coming soon !!

[inhoshoe]

— Requesting from Inhoshoe —

Do you want something? Beg for it.

Whether it’s soft touches or control, gentle words or whispered threats…I want to hear your ideas. This is your place to beg, suggest, or tempt me.

Requests are currently: [OPENED]

(Please check this post before sending anything in.)

What I Write:

— Hwang In-Ho/Young-il/Frontman

— x Reader content (female only)

— Smut, dark romance, kink, angst, head canons

— Mask kink, authority kink, Tabooish stuff, Age gap, new kinks

— Light bloodplay, corruption, obsession, praise/degradation

— Sub!reader only

What I Don’t Write:

— Noncon/rape

— Underage

— Anything involving minors

— Scat/watersports

— Incest

— Anything I’m not comfortable with (I will tell you if I’m not gonna write it.)

How to Send a Request:

Be as specific as you can to ensure I write as best I can. You can send a prompt, a kink, a setting, and a vibe. Anons are welcome.

Examples:

“In-Ho taking off the mask for the first time with reader?”

“Masked sex where he won’t let her touch him.”

“Submissive reader who begs to be called good girl.”

“Reader accidentally sees his face, he punishes her.”

One more thing, if you call sex anything other than sex I will not write for you.

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Welcome to Inhoshoe — Tag Navigation

Here’s a breakdown of all my tags so you can find everything you’re looking for. If you’re ever lost, follow the mask.

— Personal Tags —

These are where you’ll find my thoughts, rambles, and some of my signature.

#Inhos pretty girl ⋆.˚ — My signature on all writing

#Inhoshoe ⋆.˚ — Blog-wide/general tag

#Juni ⋆.˚ — That’s me

#Chatting ⋆.˚ — Chatting with anyone who wants

#Masked babes ⋆.˚ — Chatting with my nonnies

— Smut + NSFW Content —

Explains itself doesn’t it?

#Inho smut

#Hwang Inho x Reader smut

#Mask Kink

#Authority Kink

#NSFW Drabbles

#NSFW Oneshots

#NSFW Headcanons

#Dark Romance

#Soft Inho — His more tender side

#Rough Inho — Obviously his rough side

#Angsty Inho — Anything angsty I write

#Kinky Corner ⋆.˚ — exploring different kinks

#Mask on ⋆.˚ — for masked scenes

#Mask off ⋆.˚ — for unmasked scenes

— Request Tags —

When I answer requests I use these tags in specific.

#Please sir ⋆.˚ — submissive-coded request

#Orders Accepted ⋆.˚ — dominant-coded request

#Whimper and Wishes ⋆.˚ — general request tag

— General Tags —

For navigation, searching, or canon-related content.

#Hwang Inho

#Hwang Inho x Reader

#Hwang Inho Drabble

#Hwang Inho Oneshot

#Hwang Inho Headcanons

#Player 001 x Reader

#Squid Game

#MDNI — 18+ only. Minors do not interact.

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— Divider Credits @byuvly + @cafekitsune —

Hi ! I’m so glad you’re here !

This blog is dedicated to writing smut and headcanons about Hwang In-ho/Young-il/Frontman, or however you know him.

Everything here is strictly 18+, I would appreciate it if minors did not interact with my account, I can’t do much about you actually reading but I can basically get on my knees and beg you NOT to.

Things you’ll find reading my blog:

— NSFW stories

— Porn posts

— Power dynamic, masked intimacy

— Occasional softness, emotional tension, emotional manipulation

— Age gaps, DDLG, Taboo kinks, a lot of kinks tbh

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