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Plot twist: The alpha on the fifth day was Jung-bae and he’s the father.
“Okay,” Jung-bae said gently. “Just calm down. You can’t smoke to calm down anymore, so try deep breathing or… count to ten or whatever pregnant people do.”
“I’m going to be the talk of my ex-wife’s garden club until I die,” Gi-hun moaned, collapsing onto the couch.
“Come on, buddy,” Jung-bae said, patting his shoulder. “No use spiraling. Let’s just figure this out logically, yeah? Start by mapping them out.” He went to a corkboard covered in tickets and various photographs and took them down stacking them neatly before producing sticky notes and tacks as if they were detectives. “You said four alphas, some you know, some you don’t—five days, four mistakes. Let’s go in order. Who was first?”
Gi-hun scratched his cheek. “Sang-woo,” He muttered. Then, because of course it needed clarification, “Cho Sang-woo.”
Jung-bae froze mid-tack, his eyebrows crawling up into his hairline. “Cho Sang-woo? The Cho Sang-woo? The pride of Ssangmun-dong? That Cho Sang-woo?”
Gi-hun raised an eyebrow. “What, is there another one?”
Jung-bae shook his head slowly, like he could not believe what he was writing as he scribbled the name down. The tack made a particularly judgmental squeak as he pinned it to the board. “I’m just surprised. I know you two were like childhood sweethearts or whatever, but from the few times we’ve gone out for drinks I’ve seen him smile exactly once, and it looked like it hurt him physically.” He glanced over. “So, when you two finished, did he give you a performance review or…?”
He ducked just in time to dodge the flying shoe.
“If anyone should be questioning the decision,” Gi-hun said, “It’s Sang-woo! He could have far more suitable omegas. Goodness knows his mother only talks about it every time I come by her stall. ‘My Sang-woo is the most eligible bachelor—handsome and rich!’”
“He could,” Jung-bae agreed instantly.
The other shoe flew through the air.
“Okay! Okay! Moving on!” Jung-bae yelped, scribbling like his life depended on it. “Second alpha?”
“In-ho,” Gi-hun said, arms crossed tight. “Hwang In-ho.”
Jung-bae nodded, writing it down. “Someone we don’t know. Progress. Got an age? Occupation?”
“Forty-five. Two years younger than me. He’s a cop.”
Jung-bae stopped mid-letter. “You slept with a cop? What if it was a sting? What if he thought you were—”
“I’m not a criminal!” Gi-hun snapped. “The only arrest on my record was from—” He stopped himself, mouth shutting with a click.
Jung-bae raised one slow, unimpressed eyebrow.
“It wasn’t for prostitution, I’ll tell you that,” Gi-hun muttered, waving him off.
“Alright, alright,” Jung-bae said, sticking it to the board. “Third alpha?”
“I don’t know his name,” Gi-hun mumbled, suddenly very interested in a frayed thread on the couch cushion.
The pen dropped.
“You don’t know—?”
“But!” Gi-hun sprang up and grabbed the pen and one of the sticky notes. “I can draw his face.”
Moments later, he stepped back to reveal a truly tragic sketch: a face with massive round eyes, cartoonish lips and parted dark hair.
Jung-bae stared at it. Blinked. “Great. We’ll print these out. Tape them to lampposts. Wanted: Alpha Baby Daddy. Likes long walks and kissing with these lips apparently—”
“Shut up!” Gi-hun threw himself back onto the couch.
“Last one?”
Gi-hun sighed. “Jun-ho.”
“Okay, cool—”
“Hwang Jun-ho.”
Jung-bae looked up sharply. “That’s… that’s a funny coincidence.”
Gi-hun did not look at him. “It’s uh. Not a coincidence. That’s In-ho’s little brother.”
Silence.
Jung-bae stared at the cork board. Then at Gi-hun. Then at the cork board again, like it might rearrange itself into something more reasonable.
“...You slept with two brothers. Two. Brothers.”
Gi-hun covered his face with a pillow and screamed into it. Then he pulled it away and moaned in despair,”I didn’t know that until after the fact I swear!”
OR: Omega Gi-hun spends a particularly nasty heat with four different alphas, Sang-woo, In-ho, Jun-ho, and the Salesman, and gets pregnant and then has to find out who the father is.
THIS IS EVERYTHING I COULD POSSIBLY WANT AND MORE!!! 🙏🙏
anon if u write this into a fic, i will give u my first born 😩🙌 i need to know how and why gihun transitioned from one man to the next! 🥹
also, four alphas in five days, damn gihun.... even during a heat, that's crazy lmao donna sheridan final boss
We need to cast Lee Seo-hwan in a movie where he can get his revenge and kill Lee Jung-jae and Lee Byung-hun.
But who is who?
(I know 457 are home of sexual bastards, but what about Jung-bae, Dae-ho, and Jun-hee?)
They are everything to me
[After In-ho fought Thanos and Nam-gyu]
Jun-hee: Um, excuse me, sir? You didn’t have to do that.
In-ho: Why not? Those two delinquents were beating that poor young man. I couldn’t just stand there. Someone needed to teach them a lesson.
Jun-hee: Actually, that “poor young man” is the father of my baby and he ghosted me for six months after I told him about my pregnancy.
In-ho: …He what?!
Myung-gi (walks up to In-ho): Thank you so much, sir. Those guys wouldn’t stop bothering me-
In-ho: (beats up Myung-gi) ASSHOLE! HOW YOU COULD GHOST YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND LEAVE HER ALONE WITH YOUR BABY?!
Dae-ho: Uh, should we do something?
Jung-bae: Nah. A real man would never abandon their child and wife. Well, girlfriend in this case.
Gi-hun (sad): Ga-yeong…
Thinking about how Gi-hun’s old and new teams would interact with each other.
For sure, Jung-bae, Dae-ho, and Ali would be besties and get along so well.
I think Sae-byeok would be like the protective older sister to Jun-hee, since she has a little brother and Jun-hee is pregnant.
Il-nam would be the evil dad we all hate of In-ho and tell him continuing the games is much more important than his son’s love for Gi-hun.
Sang-woo would be the first to know In-ho and Il-nam are the ones behind the games and In-ho would likely kill him, to keep him stay quiet and out of jealousy that Gi-hun likes him more.
So…I did a thing lol
why is this so funny to me?😭😭😭 dae-ho and jung-bae are literally “I’m in the death game and I don’t know what the fuck is going on between these two but why the fuck are they gay?”
This is seriously very heartbreaking
And in this season he is trying his best to exhaust every lead
Not his fault that the captain Mr. Park is sabotaging his plans
Oh wow finally a good/serious post about this character and not dumb memes about "not finding the island"
Exactly!!!!!
"Jun ho was irrelevant to the plot for two seasons "
Thanks to this "irrelevant character" and his investigation we know more about the pink guards, the games behind the scenes, the VIPS and the frontman's identity. He almost took down the games ALONE in s1 and he's the only weakness of his brother, the main villain.
Just silly things.
According to certain squid game fans, you are an important and "useful" character only if you are a player in the stupid ass games, it seems. Watch properly the series, guys.
There are only 16 episodes, you can do it ❤
lalalalala more squid game stuff cuz im so cool guys
this games funny asf too trust
err dont mind my screaming i was tweaking out a bit
me when i have art block 😞
and then smth i made for someone from school 😁😁
I'm writing this one-shot, where In-ho cracks and burns everything to the ground, but I can't decide which is the greater potential for angst in this - In-ho coming clean about his identity and the inevitable fallout, or continuing to pretend to be Young-il, where Gi-hun would make him go home to his "wife" once they escape.
There's no way you disgusting fucks get off to imagining characters SA you... some of y'all are so disgusting
Lucifer is the future tempter of the human race.
//but also the study of the Fallen Angel Alexandre Kabanel.
The thought that In Ho is the Lord of Hell on earth has not left me since the strangulation scene.
Prophetic dreams tend to come true, Gi-hong (a joke from the Russian dubbing)
Ahm I also like the original joke about the last name.
I'm so happy people still post about squid game 🩷
husband!in-ho ✩ headcanons
warnings: 18+, smut.
a/n: i am so obsessed with husband!in-ho. i need him bad.
sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊
• in-ho is extremely possessive and clingy, but much more as your husband.
• every now and then, he’ll let you watch some games with him. he’ll sit down on his black leather couch and pull you onto his lap, one hand holding a glass of whiskey and the other hand softly placed on your hip. he doesn’t like it when you drink but will occasionally pour you a glass of whiskey, finding it endearing to see you get tipsy so easily. on those days, you get more messy, placing soft kisses to his jawline as he watches the game. “you’re distracting me.” he’ll murmur, but won’t stop you from kissing him. as soon as the game is over, he’ll turn off the tv and kiss you softly, cupping your face and pulling you closer to him.
• in-ho doesn’t fall asleep easily and when he does, he’s awakened by any noise. when you start to get tired, he’ll close the book he was reading and shut off the light, pulling you into chest. he’ll stroke your hair and place soft kisses to the top of your head until you drift off to sleep.
• in-ho spoils you a lot. he will buy you just about anything you ask for and even things you don’t ask for, but that’s just his way of showing love. plus, watching you get all dressed up in an outfit and jewellery he knows he bought for you makes him happy.
• at first, in-ho didn’t like taking you to the island with him on the week of the games, afraid he would be putting you in danger. he’s much more willing to take you now, mainly because he can’t stand to be away from you. he also loves to see you after a long day of work, knowing he can slip into your arms and feel any tension go away.
• if he goes off to the games to be a fake player, he’ll do his best to keep you from getting too worried.
“i don’t think this is a good idea,” you’ll mumble to him.
he’ll give you a soft smile before responding, “i’m going to be okay, i promise.”
he’ll find ways to sneak off during the games to meet you somewhere, each time pulling you into a tight hug and placing a passionate kiss to your lips. he’ll reassure you that he’s okay and wipe away any of your tears.
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• in-ho loves eye contact during sex. he’ll force you to look at him, admiring your pretty face and flushed cheeks. whenever you take him from behind, he’ll wrap a hand gently yet firmly around your neck, forcing you to look back at him. after a long day’s work when you get on your knees, his hand will reach down and lightly lift your chin up. “so beautiful.” he’ll murmur.
• he loves cockwarming. often times he’ll do it just to see how needy you get, begging for him to let you move. he’ll sit on the black leather couch in the office, watching the first game, while you straddle him. his hands will grip your hips firmly and anytime you squirm, he’ll tighten his grip. “be a good girl and i’ll give you what you want after i’m done watching this, okay?”
• he loves to fuck you in his frontman attire. on those days, he won’t even remove the mask. even though you’re unable to see his face, he still expects you to maintain eye contact. his voice comes out deeper due to the distortion, as do the grunts and moans. meanwhile, his gloved hands will tangle into your hair, pulling slightly.
• he prefers to receive his head, but on some nights his kisses will trail down your neck, eventually making their way further down your body. he’ll slip off your panties and strongly hold your thighs down, before giving you a smirk and getting to work. he’s messy yet meticulous with his movements and knows exactly all the right spots for you. when he eats you out, he likes to drag out the process, teasing you and getting you so close to climax only to take it all away. he mainly does this to hear you beg. as you get closer, your hips will buck up and his hands will tighten their grip on your thighs, pressing you back down into the mattress. “hold still,” he’ll murmur into you, the vibrations driving you crazy.
This is so fr like I need someone to take care of me 😭
from "i think it'd be nice to date a man who's a little older than me and call him daddy, not too old and i don't want him to actually act like my dad though"
to "i need him to be old enough to be my dad and act like my real father. i need him to be middle aged and take care of me as if i was his very own daughter"
IN-HO MY BABYYY 😭😭
HOW THEY CELEBRATE VALENTINE’S DAY WITH YOU
♡ warnings. — oral sex (f!receiving) ⋆ p in v ⋆ MDNI 18+ ♡ ft. — hwang in-ho (front man) ‧ nam-gyu (124) ‧ choi su-bong (230) ‧ kang dae-ho (388). ♡ jackie’s note. — very rushed; excuse the typos
HWANG IN-HO doesn’t really celebrate valentine’s day, but you’re soft, naive. you care about things like this. so he humours you. he allows you to sit in his lap, kiss him all sweet and eager, all the while grinding down on his cock. you’re wearing nothing but the necklace he bought you—thin rose gold chain, diamond-encrusted pendant nestled against your collarbone. he watches it in a trance, the pendant bouncing on your tits as you move up and down, your cunt warm and tight around him like a glove. his hands rest on your hips, guiding you even though you don’t need it—you’re already pathetically eager to please.
“thought you wanted a romantic night,” he muses, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “this what you had in mind?” you nod breathlessly, nails digging into his shoulders. in-ho likes you like this—so needy, so fucking grateful for the attention. he tilts his head back against the couch, admiring you with an amused smile, as your lips part when you take him deeper. his patience stretches thin when you start to shake, movements getting sloppy. placing both hands on your waist, he shoves you down onto him. “c’mon, you can do better than that,” fingers ghost over your stomach, closing loosely around your throat. feeling the vibrations as your breath stutters. “what, you get tired that quick?” you shake your head no, but you’re so close, squeezing around him. in-ho doesn’t look convinced in the slightest, but he lets you have it—and when you finally go limp in his arms, he strokes your hair, chuckles low against your ear. “happy valentine’s.”
NAM-GYU is far from the romantic type. tonight—valentine’s day—he’s between your legs, which is rare enough that it almost feels like a gift. he takes his sweet time with kitten licks, tongue flicking over your swollen clit before sealing his lips around it, suckling. he’s messy, too. sloppy. doesn’t care if it dribbles down his chin, doesn’t care about the obscene slurping noises. but when you whimper and your hips buck against his mouth, nam-gyu simply pries your thighs further apart. when you’re right there, teetering on the edge, he slows down a bit. lets you tug on his hair as you grind against his face. and when you fall apart, breathless and trembling, he licks his lips, swiping the slick from his chin with his thumb. then he looks up at you—so damn pleased with himself—and smirks. “happy valentine’s.”
CHOI SU-BONG is a busy man. schedules packed, deadlines looming, cameras always on him. but on valentine’s day, he clears everything for you. his team knows better than to even try and book him—he’s off the grid. the day is extravagant. private dining, exclusive shopping, things you’d never let yourself indulge in if it weren’t for him. he buys you everything you so much as glance at. waits for that little flicker of want, whips out his black and it’s yours. but the real gift comes later. back in his penthouse, su-bong lays you out on the bed, fingers tracing the fresh diamond pendant settled against your collarbone. he spares the dirty talk and doesn’t waste any time—not when you’re so wound up. his mouth is hot against your neck, kissing a path down to your collarbone, breasts. he settles between your thighs takes hold of your ankles, placing them over his shoulders. a groan escapes when he sees how ready you are for him.
“p-please. wan’ you.” you manage, and that’s all it takes—his patience snapped (not that he’s a patient man to start with), feeding his cock into you inch by glorious inch. the position has you spread wide, locked in place and unable to squirm away from the way he fills you. “señorita,” a stretched groan deep from his throat, “taking it so fuckin’ good.” each thrust knocks a little sound out of you, breathy and high-pitched. your hands claw at the silk sheets and he chuckles, adjusting his stance to angle another thrust—there, hitting that sweet spot that makes you see sparks. su-bong presses his thumbs into the soft flesh of your thighs, he’s barely getting started, but you’re already falling apart—fucked-out and glassy-eyed, just for him. “happy valentine’s, baby,” he coos, “hope you can still walk tomorrow.”
KANG DAE-HO wakes up before you do. it’s still early, the dark sky outside tinted with pale yellow, but he doesn’t mind. this morning is special. valentine’s day. he’s planned everything—breakfast at your favourite café, a walk along the han river, dinner at a rooftop restaurant. but right now, all he wants is this. you stir when he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder. warm hand drifts under the covers, tracing over your stomach, up to your ribs. his voice is still husky with sleep when he murmurs a “morning, baby.” into the crook of your neck. your eyelids flutter open, a raspy moan escaping your parted lips. his hand is now between your thighs. god, how you love waking up like this.
“you’re so pretty,” he marvels, nuzzling his nose against yours. he rolls you onto your back, hovering over you, trailing kisses down your jaw, the column of your throat before he returns to your lips. there’s no rush—there never is, not with dae-ho. when he finally pushes into you—that glorious stretch, you sigh into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck. “gonna make today perfect for you,” he promises. and he does. he doesn’t let up until he’s wrung every ounce of pleasure from you, until you’re a soft, boneless mess beneath him, spent and sated. only then does he press a kiss to the tip of your nose, smoothing your hair back. “happy valentine’s, angel,” he smiles as he tucks you against his chest.
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FINALLYYY MOREE IN HOL FANFICC 😍
Possession~Hwang In-Ho
The tension in the air was oppressive. The sound of rapid footsteps, the desperate screams of the participants, everything seemed destined to lead you to death. But there was one thing that gave you a sense of security amidst the chaos: him. Hwang In-ho. You knew him as player number 001, but no one, not even you, suspected he was the leader of it all. The Frontman.
He had taken you under his protective wing from the very first day, without you truly understanding why. He seemed like any other man, yet there was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite decipher. He never seemed threatening; on the contrary, his calmness and presence made you feel safer than you had ever imagined. He reassured you with a soft voice that always seemed to be at the right moment: "Don’t worry, I’ll stay by your side."
You couldn’t help but trust him. It was as if he had a power that put you at ease, that gave you hope. Every time the games became more violent and fear spread, he was there, always discreet, always ready to intervene when the situation became too dangerous. He protected you as if you were the only thing he truly cared about.
In the middle of one of the most dangerous trials, when your heart was pounding in your chest and your mind tried to stay clear, you found him beside you. His gaze had become more intense, but there was no fear in his eyes. Only cold determination, a will to see you out of this game. "Stay calm," he whispered, as his eyes carefully scanned you. He never asked you to do anything you didn’t want to do, but it always seemed like he had control of the situation.
No one, not even you, knew who he truly was. The Frontman, the mysterious leader who controlled all the games, was hidden behind a mask, but no one seemed to suspect that it was him playing among you. You only saw the man who protected you, who watched over you, but never as a prisoner. He made you feel special, different from the others, as if you had a place apart in his dark world.
The truth, however, was that you were becoming his obsession. Every time someone else came near you, when someone tried to talk to you or protect you, he intervened. There was no room for anyone else in his vision. You felt safe, but something inside you began to wonder what he had in mind, why he was protecting you with such determination.
Night had come and your group was taking shifts and it was Gi hun's turn. You were sleeping sweetly in In-ho's arms. He was watching over you silently, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. He had a possessive air around him as he watched you sleep, his gaze fixed on your face. His fingers traced the outline of your face, almost as if he was trying to remember every detail of your features.
In-ho's eyes were half-closed, but his mind was wide awake. There was a quiet determination in his expression, a cold certainty that he needed to protect you. He was aware of every noise around him, every small movement in the room.
You murmur softly and move closer to him, hiding your face in his chest. “In-ho” you murmur sleepily. He smiles slightly when he hears you murmuring his name. He pulls you closer to him, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. He loved the way you said his name, so soft and sleepy, as if you felt safe with him.
"That's right, it's me," he whispers, his lips resting against your forehead. "I'm here, sweetheart." He pulls you even closer to him, his body wrapped around yours protectively. He nuzzled his face against your hair, inhaling your scent. He loved how you felt in his arms, how you were so trusting and vulnerable. He couldn't help but feel possessive and protective of you, as if you were something he had to keep for himself."Sleep, love," he whispers, his lips right next to your ear. "I'll keep you safe."
You nod and cling to him like a koala trying to be as close as possible. He chuckles softly, amused by the way you were clinging to him. He adjusts his position to allow you to get even closer to him, his arms encircling you tightly.
He can feel your heartbeat against his chest, the rhythm of your breaths. He brings one hand up to brush gently through your hair, his touch tender and yet possessive. He wants to hold you like this forever, to keep you safe and his. He closes his eyes for a moment, just savoring the feel of you in his arms. It was a feeling like nothing else, a comfort that he hadn't felt in a long time.
In-Ho could feel himself getting more and more possessive, the thought of anyone else touching or even coming near you made him feel strangely territorial. "You’re mine," he whispers softly. "All mine."
He had made up his mind. You were his, and he would do whatever it took to keep you with him. He was aware that you didn't know the truth about him, but he couldn't care less. Once you found out the truth, he knew he would have to keep you by his side.
His hands ran over your body, possessive and protective at the same time, but also loving. He couldn't help but think how he would do anything and everything to keep you.
HEHEHEHHEEHEH this is literally one of the best stepdad inho fic
imagine having an affair with your stepfather hwang in-ho
warnings— stepcest, minors DNI.
Stepdad!In-ho was the last man you expected your mother to bring home, but from the moment you met him, there was something about him that made your pussy throb. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered a little too long when he thought no one was looking, or the way his smooth voice dropped low whenever he spoke to you. It felt wrong, the pull you felt toward him, but you convinced yourself it was nothing. He was just attractive, that was all.
Stepdad!In-ho proposed to your mother suspiciously fast. Barely a few months after meeting, a diamond ring gleamed on her finger, and she was gushing about wedding plans. You tried to ignore the way he met your gaze as she showed off her ring, his lips curling into the faintest smirk. “Fast, isn’t it?” you had commented. “Why wait?” he replied smoothly, taking a sip of his drink. His gaze flickered to your tits briefly before returning to your mother, but you felt it.
Stepdad!In-ho had a presence that filled a room, making it impossible to ignore him. He was always composed, always in control, and somehow, that only made him more frustrating. More intriguing. More attractive. Every brush of his hand on your waist when passing by, every lingering glance, every low chuckle at something you said—it was as if he was playing a game only the two of you knew existed.
Stepdad!In-ho never crossed any lines—yet, but he didn’t have to. The tension was in the silences, in the way he stood a little too close, in the way your breath hitched when he looked at you like he saw something he shouldn’t. You knew it was wrong to think about him like that, but knowing didn’t stop the heat that pooled in your core whenever he was near.
Stepdad!In-ho was good at keeping secrets—you could tell. Maybe that was why you found yourself drawn to him. Because despite everything, you wanted to know what lay beneath the surface. And maybe, just maybe, he wanted you to find out.
Stepdad!In-ho had a habit of appearing at the right place at the right time, always watching. In the hallway late at night when you left your room for water, when you passed him in the living room, when your mother wasn’t paying attention. His gaze never wavered, never faltered. And yet, he never said a word about it. Neither did you.
Stepdad!In-ho wasn’t one for unnecessary conversation, but when he spoke, his voice carried weight. “Be careful,” he once murmured when you nearly bumped into him in the kitchen, steadying you with a firm hand on your waist before stepping back like nothing had happened. The touch was brief, insignificant. But it lingered in your mind longer than it should have.
Stepdad!In-ho made sure your mother never wanted for anything, lavish gifts, weekend trips with her friends, anything to keep her occupied. And that left you alone with him more often than you expected. The air between you was always filled with underlying sexual tension neither of you acknowledged. Until one evening, when your mother was away, and you finally cornered him, not expecting him to retaliate, not expecting the shift in his expression when you tested the boundaries you both had pretended didn’t exist.
Stepdad!In-ho smirked, his usual unreadable expression giving way to something else. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” His voice was deep, amused, but there was something dangerous beneath it. Something that made your pulse race. You didn’t answer. And for the first time, he didn’t hold back.
Stepdad!In-ho didn’t stop you. The moment your lips pressed against his, you thought he would push you away, tell you this was wrong, but he didn’t. Instead, his hands found your ass, squeezing and pulling you closer, his grip firm like he had been waiting for this moment just as much as you had. You could feel how hard his big cock was pressed up against you.
Stepdad!In-ho was always composed, always in control, but not now. His lips moved against yours with purpose, claiming, his hands roaming in a way that made your pussy throb. When he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against yours, his voice was lower than usual. “You know there’s no going back now, right?” You swallowed hard, nodding. You didn’t want to go back.
Stepdad!In-ho took every opportunity to fuck you after that. When your mother was home, his touches were fleeting, his fingers grazing yours as he handed you something, standing just a little too close when no one was looking, his lips brushing against your ear when he leaned in to say something low enough that only you could hear. But when she was away? He didn’t hold back.
Stepdad!In-ho was always in control, he never let you doubt where you stood with him. “I own you now,” he whispered against your skin one night, after he had emptied his cum inside you. “You’re mine.” And all you could do was whimper, his words sinking into you.
Stepdad!In-ho had only one rule—“Don’t tell your mother.” But he didn’t have to worry. You would never tell her. Not when you wanted his cock like the air you breathed. Not when it felt so wrong but so right at the same time.
Stepdad!In-ho fucked you on every surface of the house he bought for you and your mother. That included the bed he shared with her. You were his now, after all. By the time he’d be finished with you, you’d be a dumb, babbling mess. Trembling and fucked out. Your pleasure was his responsibility, and he loved to make you feel good as you moaned daddy in his ear. The nickname was innocent at first, even your mother was on board with it, but you and him both knew exactly what you meant by it.
Stepdad!In-ho took you anywhere, anytime. After a while, he stopped caring if your mother was in the house during one of your escapades. He’d simply put his hand over your mouth and tell you to “shut the fuck up and take my cock.” Being the good girl you were, you did exactly as you were told. She didn’t think twice about the amount of time you were spending together. In fact, she encouraged it, wanting her daughter and her new stepfather to get to know each other better.
Stepdad!In-ho’s best decision was marrying your mother. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have gotten such a tight, wet pussy to get every night. He wouldn’t have gotten a pretty young thing on his arm. He wouldn’t have had his good girl to do anything he wanted. You were everything he could ever want. His real life fantasy fulfilled.
AYYY NOW THIS IS HOW YOU WRITE IN HO I LOVEE HOW IT WAS SHORT AND QUICK SINCE IM IMPATIENT WHEN IT COMES TO SERIES
Hello. Can you write yandere In ho ( frontman) headcanon ? ( reader female or gn neutral) pleasee🥺💞
Yes of course! <3
Yandere Hwang In-ho x gn!reader headcanons
Squid Game masterlist
Nsfw and dead dove do not eat below
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Hwang In-ho first got interest in you while watching the red light, green light game. He loved seeing you frightened face when players around you got mercilessly killed.
That was perhaps the first time he had gotten really hard while watching. He did not know what it was about you that made him feel that way, but he didn't care, he started masturbating then and there while watching you with the idea in mind to join the games and get to know you.
After he joined the games at the vote and it was his turn, pressing O to continue them, he felt sick pleasure cursing through him when he saw your face drop and the fear in your eyes.
In-ho likes watching your every move, he loves the uncertainty before every game. He would first introduce himself to you after he saw how lonely you are, how vulnerable you looked to him. You need someone to protect you, and he's the right one to do it since no one else had the balls to beat the shit out of that purple haired junkie called Thanos.
His interest in you grew from minute to minute and he quickly found himself ordering the guards to not harm you and focus on keeping you alive and well.
In-ho made a mental promise to himself that he will make sure you survive, either by capturing you or having you as the winner.
At night time, In-ho stays awake, watching you sleep with a twisted smirk on his face, knowing that he will soon have you all for himself, in his chambers, without any way of escaping.
Any other guy taking an interest in you will find his demise, either directly by his bloody hands or getting disqualified.
In-ho may even be twisted enough to make an example out of a random guy trying to get in his way between you by beating him up or, the harmless variant, threatening with his typical cold stares.
With the time, In-ho gets increasingly possessive, his favourite being having his hand on your shoulder, waist or even touching you close to your private areas while you're sleeping.
In-ho would constantly daydream while watching you from a distance, imagining how fun it would be to have you with him, forcing you to watch the game as he has you on his lap, keeping you in place with a tight grip or sleeping in the same bed as him, without a single way of getting away from him.
In-ho is jealous and caring by nature, but also manipulative and possessive, he would try manipulating you by telling you every guy in here tries getting your affection, only to dump you off the second they get the chance in order for survival and that only he's the one showing you true affection and he can get pretty 'territorial' when it comes to you, meaning he will not hesistate snapping necks with his bare hands.
Sometimes he gets so lost in you that he cannot suppress the desire stirring inside him, so he often goes to the bathroom, spending his time in there jerking off at the thought of you and how much he wants you.
The pure jealousy and hatred in his eyes when he sees you laughing with another guy - In-ho knows whom to kill next.
His stares would be so intense that you could feel them burn right through your head, making the fear bubble up in you, but In-ho enjoys knowing he makes you feel that way - to ensure you stay submissive and good for him.
Hwang In-ho hasn't had a partner for a long time, and you seem like the perfect one for him.