P: Camp Counselor!Jake X Camp Counselor!Reader (MDNI 18+)

Warnings: Prolonged Pining, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Teasing, Mutual Attraction, Oral Fixation, Begging, Big Dick!Jake, Praise Kink, Pussy Drunk!Jake, Attempted Humor, Needy!Jake, Body Worship, Tit Play, MESSY AND SLOPPY, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Humping, Masturbation, Light Humiliation, Belly Bulge, Creampies, Marking, Heeseung being a W wingman.

Wordcount: 22,9k

Synopsis: Jake was the camp’s golden boy, everybody loved his sunshine energy. But around you? He was wrecked. Hopelessly, stupidly whipped. Always hovering, stealing hungry little glances. He wanted to tell you— “I’m in love with you. I want you so badly it hurts.” —but the second you brushed against him or laughed at something he said, his brain shorted out. One touch and he was done for, stuck wondering how much longer he could keep his feelings—and his desire—from exploding.

a/n: Hey! for once its not a dark fic :D but pure filth! so buckle up.. we all remember what that woman said about Jake. REBLOGS AND COMMENTARY IS APPRECIATED!

Jake Sim had never been lucky in love. Not once. Not even by accident.

It was almost comedic at this point: girls loved him at first—sweet, polite, helpful Jake—but by month two they would look him straight in the eyes and say something gentle and devastating like:

“You’re perfect… just not for me.” or “I think I need someone more exciting.” or, the personal favorite: “You’re too nice. It’s boring.”

Then they’d leave him with a broken heart and a playlist full of songs he couldn’t listen to anymore without wincing. After the last breakup—four months ago, six dates in, she’d left him “for someone with more edge”—Jake had sworn off relationships entirely

Jake felt something. Mainly humiliation.

So now he sat on Heeseung’s floor, sprawled on an unrolled sleeping bag even though there was a perfectly fine couch available, groaning loudly into a throw pillow that smelled faintly like beer and laundry detergent.

“I swear, man,” Jake mumbled into the cushion, “I must be cursed. Like—I don’t know—romantically hexed or something.”

Heeseung, who wasn’t listening in the slightest, hummed a vague, noncommittal sound. He was too busy packing: rolling shirts, stuffing toiletries into a bag, misplacing his water bottle six times in three minutes.

P: Camp Counselor!Jake X Camp Counselor!Reader

Synopsis: Jake was the camp’s golden boy, everybody loved his sunshine energy. But around you? He was wrecked. Hopelessly, stupidly whipped. Always carrying your things, hovering, stealing hungry little glances. He wanted to tell you— “I’m in love with you. I want you so badly it hurts.” —but the second you brushed against him or laughed at something he said, his brain shorted out. One touch and he was done for, stuck wondering how much longer he could keep his feelings—and his desire—from exploding.

A/N: heyy guysssssss! I kinda vanished (sorry,) i had a very interesting and wild weekend with friends in a cottage in the mountains :) short story, we got drunk and i got fucking bitten and marked up by one of the guys (my arms still got hickeys two days later...) anways heres a short teaser for my next fic.

P: Roommate!Jake X Fem!Reader (NSFW 18+)

Warnings: Slight Somnophilia, Dubcon, he kinda a creep, Implied Underwear Stealing, Masturbation, Obsession, Big Dick!Jake, Voyeurism?, Overstimulation, Oral Sex, Begging, Praise Kink, Manhandling, Mating Press?, Needy!Jake.

Synopsis: Jake is sweet, a little messy, and the kind of roommate everyone envies — easy to live with, easy to love. But when you start catching him outside your door at night, listening too closely, you realize the boy-next-door charm is only a mask. Jake’s been memorizing the sounds of you breaking, and now he wants to make them himself.

Wordcount: 7,8k

a/n: happy darktober gals :) first part of the Eternal Hunger release this month! this is kinda short, sorrry :( im too swamped at the moment... reblogs and commentary is appreciated!!!

You’d been bouncing between couches for weeks — crashing at Chaewon’s for a while, then Sunoo’s, and finally Ryujin’s tiny studio where you woke up with a stiff neck and the sinking guilt that you were overstaying your welcome. After moving out of your parents’ house, you thought you’d be fine, but reality hit harder than expected: a tight student budget, late-night shifts, and no affordable rentals that didn’t look like health hazards.

You weren’t picky. All you wanted was a working bathroom, a roommate who wasn’t a creep, and a parking spot within walking distance so you didn’t have to drag yourself home after late closing shifts. Just the bare necessities — four walls, a roof, and a little peace.

So when you stumbled across the ad — Roommate wanted. Previous tenant bailed. Cheap rent. Apartment furnished. Utilities split. — you didn’t hesitate. The pictures showed a surprisingly nice setup: a clean kitchen, a cozy living room with mismatched but comfortable-looking furniture, even a small balcony. It was more than you’d dared to hope for, and the guy who posted it seemed normal enough.

You sent your request that night, half-expecting to be ignored the way you had been by shady landlords and overpriced listings. Instead, the reply came almost instantly: Sure. Come by tomorrow. We’ll see if we’re a good fit.

P: Hotel Owner!Jake × Fem!Reader

Warnings: Thriller!AU, Obsession, Yandere Behavior, Psychological Torment, Unreliable Narrator, Themes of Isolation and Paranoia, Stalking, Forced Captivity, Chasing, Injury, Violence, Death, Supernatural Immortality, Suicide, Implied Murder, Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Supernatural Themes.

Synopsis: A storm leaves you stranded and separated from your friends. Their last call leads you to a secluded hotel run by the unsettlingly charming Jake, who claims they’ve already gone to bed. But the halls shift, mirrors whisper, and your friends are nowhere to be found. As the night drags on, you uncover that Jake’s not what he seems. He wants you to stay. And he’ll do anything to make sure you never leave.

Wordcount: 19,5k

a/n: I love the game At Dead Of Night, so i had to write a fic inspired from it, and of course my love for @gyuuberryy fic Trapped! reblogs and commentary are appreciated

When you agreed to this trip, you didn’t really expect anything major to happen. Honestly, you thought it would end up in that forgotten corner of your group chat history—the “what if” section where all your other half-baked vacation plans went to die. Someone was always broke, someone else had work, school, family stuff, or just life being inconvenient. But during a small get-together—just you and the other four—Mina pitched the idea: a cross-country road trip.

Miraculously, everyone had the same week free. It felt like the universe was giving you a green light.

You thought you'd fly. 

Wrong.

According to Miyeong, flying was a waste of money. "We’ll drive," she said, like gas wasn’t practically liquid gold. Still, you went with it, especially when you offered to take your own car, solo. Jinyeong’s little four-seater couldn’t fit all five of you anyway. You didn’t mind. In fact, it was perfect. More space, more quiet, and complete control of your weird, cursed playlist that no one else ever let you play.

The plan was simple: drive in tandem, meet at stops, maybe even swap cars now and then. The first few days were normal —music, snacks, crappy gas station coffee, and a lot of yelling between cars through open windows. It was fun in that chaotic way you all somehow functioned best in.

Then came the storm.

Shadowed Desires - S.J

P: Dead By Daylight Killer!Jake X Survivor!Reader (recommended age 17+)

Warnings: Murder, Obsession, Touchy & Needy Behaviour, Blood/Injury, touch starved jake lol.

Synopsis: A new killer is made of darkness—and now he has his eyes set on you, and he wants to swallow you whole, pulling you to him. After all, darkness always consumes what it wants, leaving nothing but emptiness behind. And soon, you’ll be lost to it.

a/n: finally done with this series :3 i kinda dont like this? idk.. maybe ill delete it.

heeseungs vers sunghoon vers jay vers

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Ever since the Entity dragged you into its twisted realm, you’d never really had the time—or the chance—to initiate much of anything with the other survivors. There wasn’t room for hugs, no moments for cuddling, and certainly no stolen kisses. Not that you had any romantic connections with any of them, but even something as simple as touch felt like a forgotten luxury.

And the killers? That was out of the question. They were designed to hurt you, to hunt you, to bring pain and death for the Entity’s satisfaction. Over and over, you’d all return to the camp after each trial, alive and unscathed. Unharmed physically, sure, but it all felt meaningless. Same routines. Same outcomes. Same exhausting loop.

Time didn’t matter here. Physical affection didn’t matter. Your feelings? They mattered least of all. Everything was irrelevant in this place. The same cycle, over and over and over again.

It was tiring, to be honest—so quiet yet so endlessly exhausting.

Just A Nasty Dog - S.J

P: Boyfriend!Jake X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive Content, Needy Behaviour, Begging, oooh he down bad.

Synopsis: Jake was supposed to follow the schedule, to go live and interact with fans like always. But the second you walked into the hotel room, nothing else mattered. All he wanted—needed—was you. He tries to focus, but you are impossible to ignore. With every passing second, the live feels like an obstacle, and all Jake can think about is shutting it off to give you all of his attention, just like you deserve.

now playing: nasty dog by sir mix-a-lot ;)

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Jake had just clicked on the start live button, watching with a soft grin as the viewer count steadily climbed. He watched the live chat starting, a mix of eager comments and hearts flooding the screen. He waited for a brief moment, letting the numbers and chats build before his voice came through, warm and casual as he greeted the Engenes, giving them an update on his day. His hand absentmindedly played with the pillow on his lap, his fingers shifting it between his hands as he settled into the comfortable routine of the stream. His eyes flickered to the candy in his other hand, popping a piece into his mouth as he read through the comments with a smile.

Everything seemed like it was unfolding as usual, the familiar routine as he talked about his day, until you sneaked in the hotel room. You’d expected to sneak in, quiet as always, but the moment you saw him talking into the camera, you hesitated. He looked so focused, so at ease as he interacted with his fans. You didn’t want to interrupt, not with the staff member sitting off to the side, quietly keeping an eye on things. So, you decided to sneak over to the other bed, flopping down onto it with a soft sigh.

The Frequency Of A Killer - S.J

P: Killer!Jake X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suspense, Teasing, Murder, Attempted Murder, Stalking, Mind Games, Obsessive Behaviour kinda?

Wordcount: + 20k words

Synopsis: After moving to a small town as a horror talk show host, you uncover a deadly cover-up tied to a masked killer. As the bodies pile up, the killer becomes fixated on you. Can you unravel the truth?

a/n: her we go! another killer au but this time its not Heeseung or Ni-ki! We got Jake :) so this is inspired by my fave horror game; killer frequency - 1000% recommend.

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You were used to the rush, the buzz, and the endless opportunities of the big city. The noise didn’t bother you. Networking came naturally, jobs were abundant, and you’d found your niche in the chaos: hosting a podcast about horror and true crime in a way that set your listeners on edge while keeping them hooked. Your show had skyrocketed to fame, and you’d connected with an entire community of enthusiasts who lived for the thrill, just like you. Life was good. Stable. Yours.

Until your company decided you weren’t “it” anymore.

The justification was laughable—“gender diversity,” they’d said. They wanted to swap you out for some guy, as if trading a seasoned, beloved host for an inexperienced one would make everything magically better. You weren’t buying it, but their minds were made up. No amount of protest or proof of your success could change their decision. And so, you left, refusing to stick around and watch them hand your hard work over to someone who didn’t earn it.

That’s how you found yourself in this small, sleepy town, working for a much smaller company that was trying its hand at podcasts. They hired you on the spot, practically drooling over your experience, and offered you a spot as the host of their horror and true crime segment. It was meant to be a temporary gig, a placeholder until—surely—your old company would come crawling back, begging for you to return.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･ 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚

Jake sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes following you as you move around the room, gathering your makeup. He’s got that look on his face—the one where he’s all soft smiles and quiet admiration, like he’s forgotten everything else just watching you. You’re focused, picking out the right shades and brushes.

You sit in front of the mirror, carefully applying the finishing touches to your makeup, with Jake lounging on the edge of your bed behind you. His gaze is a constant warmth on your back, his attention never straying as he watches you get ready. You catch his reflection in the mirror, and the intensity in his gaze makes your heart skip a beat. He’s leaning forward, elbows on his knees, completely engrossed in watching every move you make.

How Can I Choose?

P: Roommates!Heeseung & Jake X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Bonding, Alcohol Drinking, Clubbing, Teasing like LOT of teasing, Possessive Behaviour, Suggestive Content (i mean it), they both kinda whipped for you, Ambigious Ending.

Synopsis: After months of crashing on friends' couches, you finally find a cheap apartment, only to realize your new roommates—Heeseung and Jake—both have feelings for you. As flirtation turns into tension, you must navigate the complexities of living together while deciding how to handle their surprising willingness to share you.

a/n: boaf. baof? BOAF! -- i HOPE the link of the drawing i made of the apartment is accessible! pls tell me if it isnt. anyways! i got this idea in the shower and fried my brain by writing it in the span of a few hours :) SO PLSSS DONT MIND HOW STUPID IT IS.

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You stand in front of a tall, gray apartment building, boxes and suitcases piled around you. One of your friends had been kind enough to drive you and your stuff to this new place, and as their car drives away, you're left with a sense of excitement. This is your chance to finally find some stability after a long stretch of uncertainty.

There’s an excitement buzzing in your chest, but a trace of exhaustion lingers. For weeks, you’ve been crashing on friends' couches, juggling multiple jobs, and the demands of school alongside the perpetual search for somewhere—anywhere—to land.