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Playing With Fire

Jacob Frye x Reader

Warnings: It’s a little nsfw but it’s honestly not that bad.

Words: 1119

A/N: So remember how I said that I couldn’t decide which one-shot I’d finish? I had an urge to finish this one since it’s so short anyways. But I actually do care for this one because Jacob is just way too fun to tease. XD


You were going to slap him. It was as simple as that. You clenched your jaw, taking a hard step forward, your eyes screaming murder as your muscles tensed, just preparing to smack that stupid smirk off his stupid face. That was until a hand rested softly on your arm, your head whipping around to meet Evie’s rather amused expression. She just shook her head, looking to her brother fondly. Her eyes sparkled under the glow of the lights, her hand dropping gently from your sleeve.

“I’m going to murder him.” You growled, your deadly gaze back on Jacob as he smiled winningly, lifting a pint up to the whole of the pub. His hat and hood were off, dark hair glowing brilliantly from where he stood. His teeth shone brightly, his eyes alight with joy. He really was an attractive man.

“Let him have his fun first.” Evie laughed, settling herself back into her seat. You had no idea how she hadn’t left her brother in a ditch somewhere, the mere thought of him making your blood boil. To add to it, he had the audacity to wink in your direction, smirking into his drink. Oh, you were so going to kill him. Evie didn’t hold you back this time as you stalked forward, his gaze never leaving yours as he looked on as innocently as possible.

“We’re talking.” You hissed. “Now.” You didn’t wait for an answer, dragging him by his black, leather collar to a back room with heavy steps, slamming him rather forcefully against the wall. He only chuckled darkly, watching you with dark eyes.

“If you wanted me alone love, you could’ve just said so.” His eyes raked down your form slowly, the gesture causing you to dig your nails into your palm hard enough to draw blood.

“You arrogant, smug, asshole!” You yelled, poking a finger roughly into his chest. He caught it with ease, pulling your body flush against the length of his. Your resolve shook at the feel of his glorious body rubbing against yours, his muscles prominent even beneath his heavy clothing.

“I didn’t take you for the screaming type,” he whispered huskily, his breath heated with the smell of alcohol caressing your neck.

“Oh, no,” you groaned, attempting to wrestle out of his grasp. Unfortunately, his hold was too strong. “You are not getting out of this one.”

“Am I not?” He challenged, holding your entire body in place as he flipped positions, leaving your back pressed uncomfortably into the wall behind you.

“No, you’re not.” You ground out, jaw clenched.

“Oh, darling,” he breathed, “You don’t give me near enough credit.” Whatever retort was about to fly out of your mouth instantly melted into a moan, his lips doing absolutely miraculous things to your throat. You could feel his smirk as his teeth grazed your pulse point, your entire body alight with his searing touches. Anger, you reminded yourself. 

You were angry, he didn’t listen to you. He ran off into the night and nearly got himself killed. That snapped you out of the lust filled daze, your hands shoving against his chest. He stumbled a couple steps back, his rather assured demeanor fading ever so slightly. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting that one.

“Jacob,” you growled. If he wanted to play it that way, you weren’t going to back down. Once again you grabbed a fistful of his jacket, slamming his back against the wood as your lips assaulted his neck, your hand moving down his chest at a tortuous pace. You could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, only speeding up as your fingers made their descent, your teeth lightly sliding across his Adam’s apple as his scruff tickled your cheek with the motion. 

He really did make it too easy, his entire body keening into your touches. A guttural groan was torn from his throat as your hand cupped him through his trousers, his hips bucking into your hold. You ignored your own needs in favor of lightly stroking his length through the cloth, soft moans passing through his parted lips. With a final press of your lips to his neck, you pulled away entirely. 

You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the slightest twinge of disappointment that you weren’t going to see this through, but the game was much too sweeter. And a game it was. He blinked, his chest bobbing up and down as he looked to your with half-lidded eyes.

“What,” he cleared his throat, hoping to make it return back to its normal pitch. “What the bloody hell was that?”

“That,” you smiled, “was payback. And I suggest, Mr. Frye,” you took a step closer, your eyes not unlike that of a lion moving in for the kill, “that next time you wish to show affection towards me, do so knowing that I will do more than just return it; I’ll make you beg for it.” He unconsciously licked his lips, his gaze going a shade darker at your words.

“Is that a promise?” He inquired, his voice sounding like sin, his body looking like heaven.

“Yes,” you stated simply, watching him for a moment. The two of you were like two wolves, fighting for leadership. Only one would win, and personally, you couldn’t wait to find out. The only thing at stake was your heart, but if you play this the right way, you might walk away with it intact. As for Jacob’s bed, you couldn’t make any promises. 

His lips turned up in a feral grin, his eyes sparking beneath your gaze. You nodded once, considering the conversation over. Jacob, however, did not. He reached out for your hand, electricity sparking in the air at the barest of touches.

“I’m not letting you get away with that one, love.” Each syllable rolled off his tongue sweetly, your teeth automatically trapping your lip in between them to resist the urge of swirling your tongue around his. You needed control if this was to work; control and patience. One look at him, disheveled and downright edible proved that it would be a much more difficult task than one would think. 

But the image of him beneath you, his head pulled back and his lips parted as nasty words left his mouth like a song, kept you from jumping him. Oh yes, you could hold back, if only to see him like that. You smirked, turning your back to him, each step made with purpose as your dark cloak billowed behind you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You were playing with fire, teasing him like that, and for once in your life, you couldn’t wait to get burnt.

For people that still won’t understand, I, will explain in simple words!


Someone: ME LIKE BAD CHARACTER, HE BAD BAD PEOPLE, BUT ME STILL LIKE THEY! IS WHAT MAKE THEY BE WHA THEY TRULY ARE!

Nice! Good job! Keep doing it!

Someone: ME LIKE BAD CHARACTER, HE BAD BAD PEOPLE, BUT ME DISLIKE IT SO ME IGNORE BAD STUFF! THEY PRECIOUS TO ME!! A ANGEL!! ME DON’T CARE ABOUT BAD STUFF!!

Bad!! Bad thinking!! No sweet for you!

Someone: BAD PEOPLE SAID MY FAV DID BAD STUFF, ME DISLIKE IT, ARE THEY SAYING ME CAN’T LIKE THE FAV?

Did they literally wrote you can’t like the character?

Someone: NO, BUT THEY-

So they didn’t said that. That’s it, sometimes words on this website simple and purely means what they said. That’s it kids!

From the user takaoka-akira, that loves takaoka, a simple advice! Easy, simple and economic ! For free! See ya kiddos

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17 for the angst prompts with Asagao!Pixi and Asagao!Jared?

17. “Why can’t you realize that I’m falling for you? No wait, I’ve already fallen. But you didn’t catch me.”

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This is just a simple message to cast out there where folks can see it. I’m not tagging anyone so there isn’t any shit-flinging, but if you follow me, you know who you are.


While I can confidently say that I had fun and I was thoroughly inspired by the ideas and the writing of the ones that chose to reach out to me, It’s apparent that I overstepped my boundaries once more- not as Leah, but as the player behind Leah this time.

I apologize if my actions came about like arrogance or inflexibility. Such was far from my intention, and I could have done something about it. As the one with the least experience and the most to be careful of, I should have spoken up and asked questions as ideas arose- I failed to do so, and I feel I may have disappointed some others with my careless RP.

I don’t condone metagaming and I try to avoid it, myself. Obviously I certainly don’t look that way right now, but it was entirely just my intention to have a bit of fun, continue telling an amazing story set up by fantastically creative people, and poke a bit at them with a resistant character.

In the end I think I caused more problems than I should have. I stirred up a bit of shit with my careless behavior. I’m somewhat certain I put off some people that I look up to, which isn’t a cool thing to do. I can only hope that I’ll continue to get better with time and experience, and this instance of awkward toe-stepping will continue to guide me forward with an idea of what to be more careful of in the future.


Thank you for your consideration.

Regular posts will resume shortly, and my slice of the recent event will be posted following peer review and approval.

I know I have some overdue asks. Don’t you worry, I’ll get to them soon!

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
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  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*