#ines x jakob 001

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@ofwrxth ines x jakob - vr ding dong, texas

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Ines doesn't know anything about Earth's big historical moments or landmarks. Schools in The Wards just don't teach that. So when she's asked where she wants to visit, she's scrolling for the first thing to jump out at her. And then she sees it. Ding Dong, Texas. She snorts so loud that the people in line shuffle impatiently, making her clear her throat. It's probably just gonna be you in this server, and some AI. That okay?"Perfect, yeah." she had said, still laughing and not surprised no one else is dying to visit Ding Dong.

This is a once in a lifetime thing for Ines. She knows she'll never afford the experience ever again, so it might as well be the most hilarious place name she's ever heard. After downing her nutripack, Ines 'arrives' in Ding Dong, still giggling as the world around her shifts and blurs into focus. It's disorientating for a second, like her brain can't catch up to so many sensations at once. She glances at her hands, half expecting her to be what glitches, not the scenery.

But, she's on a mission: find the sign. There's no way she's leaving without taking a picture in front of the "Welcome to Ding Dong" sign. Except, when she gets there, it's half-loaded, flickering in and out like it's buffering. Or, having a seizure. She sighs, comms in hand, hoping she can time it perfectly for the shot. But, just as she gets into place, the sign disappears again, allowing her to see someone approaching from the other side in her screen. "Holy shit." Ines jumps slightly, spinning around and squinting.

At first, she thinks it's AI and she's suddenly curious about interacting with the human-like intelligence when it's...a human. But as they approach closer to one another, Ines's stomach does a somersault. Jakob Ranstrom, of all places, has picked Ding Dong. "Oh." it's not disappointment, more like awkward surprise. Her cheeks flush as she tries to push away the...very vivid thoughts, the reasons why she's been avoiding him. "I thought you were AI. That's hilarious." Ines chuckles, squinting at him again. "Wait, are you AI? Like...not normally, I mean right now." things were a little too real to be AI the last time they saw one another. "Is this an AI you?" her hand lifts up, giving a pat to his face, and then retracts as she feels ultra realistic skin under her palm. "Oh shit, no, that's you. Hi. Hey, or er...Howdy. The sign's broken."

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@ofwrxth ines x jakob - all star diner

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With a sharp twist of the lock and the diner sign flipped to CLOSED, and Ines is already turning from the door like she just pulled off a heist, a smug little smirk pulling at her lips. "Alright," she starts, already setting the stakes before Jakob can say a word. "Think we can clean everything down in, like, fifteen minutes? Maybe even ten?" she steps closer, clapping her hands together once like a coach about to send a team into overtime. "Not to brag or anything," she adds, rolling up her sleeves with dramatic intent, "but I have somewhere to be." she doesn't, just maybe a date with a book or a walk.

The rag is her first weapon of choice, whipped from her apron with a snap. Next, she grabs the spray bottle from a nearby booth, twirling it around her finger like an old Western gunslinger. The spin is just a little off, but she catches it before it can embarrass her completely, aiming it straight up at Jakob’s face. A moment of silence. A pause, long enough for him to maybe think she won’t actually...

Spritz.

"Chop chop, chef."

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Ines barely has time to register the way his rhythm shifts, already fighting the aftershocks of her own release. His grip tightens and then she feels it, the pulse, the twitch, the rush of warmth spreading deep inside her, thick and hot, spilling over, soaking into the mess already between them. It sets off something sharp and electric in her own body, the overstimulation dragging her right back under, her release still clawing through her, her cunt clenching around him as she lets out a sound that's more wrecked exhale than moan. There's nothing outside this room, just his breath against her skin, his tongue dragging against hers, searching, tasting, taking. She can't think past the aftershocks rolling through her, nails scraping down his back in a desperate attempt to keep him right where he is, to keep everything exactly as it is, just for a little longer.

Her vision blurs when she blinks, the floaty, hazy warmth of being fucked so deep wrapping around her brain, slowing everything down. His cock is still twitching inside her, still dragging against every nerve, her body still shaking in small, involuntary movements. His voice is low, rough against her neck, then against her lips, though she barely registers the words. "Fuck." Ines breathes out, the word unsteady as her fingers slide against his jaw. And when their noses brush, a small laugh tumbles out, her body still struggling to catch up with what just happened. There's a moment where she glances around the room as if she's just remembering where she is. "No one's ever made me come that fast before." she murmurs, eyes flicking back to Jakob as a smirk tugs over her lips.

Her fingers slip into his hair, dragging him down for another kiss, slower this time, deeper, still greedy but now full of something else, something softer. It's not just want, not just hunger, but something in between. Tender, almost. And then, it hits her. The wake. The fucking wake. Her father, her uncles, her brother, all standing around, not even twenty feet away. Ines's eyes go wide, her entire body locking up all at once, her gaze flicking to the door before snapping back to Jakob. "Oh shit. You should probably go."

She moves without thinking, already trying to sit up, but the second Jakob shifts, the second he starts to pull out, she feels it. The thick, slow drag of his cock sliding free, the friction still too much, still too sharp, the rush of overstimulation so intense it makes her gasp out loud. The second she hears herself, her whole body collapses back against the bed like she's just been taken out, like her muscles have completely given up on working. And then, all Ines can do is stare at the ceiling, legs still shaking, thighs twitching, toes curling like she's still trying to come down, still trying to process all of it. Jakob is moving beside her, probably getting dressed, probably doing the reasonable thing, but she is not built for that right now.

Without thinking, she grabs the blanket, pulls it over herself, and starts rolling, bundling up like an burrito. "I'ma nap." she mumbles, voice muffled as she curls further into herself, eyes barely open. "So you can go first and I'll be... I'll come out in a..." the thought trails off, completely abandoned as exhaustion settles deep into her bones. And now, just her head is visible in the blanket. Like a Babushka Burrito more than anything else, blanket wrapped over her ears, some over her chin. Ines blinks at the ceiling as if she's trying to understand what the fuck just happened. "I need to nap. Just for a lil."

Jakob's thoughts are only of Ines. She fills him like an intoxicating scent. He can't get away and he doesn't want to. He wants to draw closer. Be closer. He doesn't want any space between their bodies. Each snap of his hips, each roll of hers to meet him brings delicious friction, a tight pleasure winding itself in his groin. Her cunt stretches around him, the slick sounds of her pleasure, the slap of each drive of his hips, her moans. They drive him crazy. His pupils, blown wide with lust, passion, and pleasure – meet hers. Both of them are dazed, drunk on each other and Jakob wouldn't have it any other way.

He swallows each cry of pleasure, tongue twisting and tasting hers. Teeth scraping. Jakob couldn't say where he ended and she began. There's only this moment – this togetherness. Shared pleasure. Shared bliss. It's everything he thought and more. Ines' tight body wraps around him. Her legs clenching his hips, pulling him closer each time he pulls back, before slamming back into her. Fucking her. He drags his mouth along her jaw, nipping and sucking. Each bite is a claim – a mark he wants to leave. He wants her to remember this. Wants it burned in her memory like it is in his.

He feels himself nearing his edge, that taut string pulling tighter and tighter as Ines moans his name. "Fuck, you're so good. You're so," a thrust, "fucking," a nip of her neck, "good," a low groan escapes from between his lips, uttered against the soft, supple skin of her throat that'll surely have bruises in the morning. He might apology for them later. For her having to cover them up. But not now.

Now, his focus is driving them over the edge, into oblivion and a sea of pleasure. He presses her clit, praising the way she writhes and arches. The way she's drenched already. The way Ines fucking feels, squeezing his thick cock in her tiny tight cunt. "Holy fuck." His swear tapers off into a low, almost feral moan against her mouth as she suddenly jolts, gasping as her legs cinch around his waist, her cunt clenching his cock. He keeps pumping into her, fucking her through her climax.

Jakob still toys with her clit, overstimulating her through each sharp moan, each stuttered word, each bit of pleasure he wrings out of her fucked out body. And then he finally falls over the edge. Ines' cunt constricts around his thick inches and suddenly Jakob jolts in kind, eyes falling shut, head tipped back as a low groan escaped parted lips. "Fucking hell. Your pussy feels –" he can't even finish, rocking his hips as he fills her up. The rush of her cunt soaking and his release coat the inside of her walls and his cock and Jakob swears he sees stars.

He fucks her through his release, feeling the way she jolts and tremors around him. Like her body is spent and she can't control the way she reacts. It's perfect. She's perfect. Jakob kisses her deeply as they ride out their climax and he groans, the sound low in his throat at each little jolt of her limbs. At the way her legs clench around him still and only after a long moment does he retract his finger from his clit, gripping her hip with his hand and drawing his other hand to her jaw. "You're fucking perfect, Nes," he utters against her mouth, pulling back to rest his forehead against hers, breaths unsteady.

"I'd fuck you all night. You know that right?" He says, brushing his nose against hers, a smirk on his lips now. But they can't. Even with his piss poor hearing, he can hear the tell-tale signs of the Wake in another part of the house. The Wake. He can't help but chuckle, head dipping to her shoulder. "I said I wouldn't do this." Jakob admits, kissing her shoulder, teeth scraping playfully. "At a wake," he clarifies and pulls back to look at her with an intensity in his gaze that contrasts the smile on his lips. "But I guess you've made a liar out of me." There isn't a single ounce of regret in his voice.

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@ofwrxth ines x jakob - grand gala

Ines knows Jakob is here, somewhere among the glittering grand gala. It's like a current beneath the surface, a pull she can't quite resist, though she tries to keep her gaze from constantly seeking him out. Despite her efforts, her eyes find him time and again, as if drawn by some invisible force they've both found themselves navigating. It's strange, this silent magnetism between them, something neither of them can fully explain. There's no obvious barrier keeping them apart, but an unspoken hesitation lingers. Her father's voice echoes in her mind, a warning that came without much explanation: "Be careful around the Ranstroms. They're not to be trusted." Why, exactly, she isn't sure, but the words replay over this undefined thing between her and Jakob.

But then there's a moment, another meeting of their eyes across the room, and she decides that wanting to speak to him is enough of a reason as any. With a subtle nod towards the doors, she signals her intention to step outside. Smoking is a habit she picks up and drops, her training and competitions usually keeping the temptations in check. But ever since returning home and discovering the existence of her newborn half-brother, she figures a little indulgence is the least she deserves.

As she slips out and Jakob falls into step beside her, a slight grin tugs at her lips. She glances up at him, her gaze lingering longer than she intends, tracing the lines of his features, memorizing them in a way that feels almost wrong to. "Have you won anything yet? Or even bet on something?" she asks, but the small talk is only a filler until they're outside and have escaped the bustle of the gala. "My dad didn't make them do garlic mussels this year and I'm actually so bummed, you have no idea." she laughs, the sound freer now they're alone. "Have you been to this thing before? They're amazing. It's like my cousins recipe but he does this twist to it, won't tell me what it is either. Maybe they're not even mussels." she chuckles, slipping her cigarettes from her clutch. "I like...this." Ines hesitantly gestures to him, clearing her throat at how the compliment almost leaves her so easily and trips her up in the process. "It's kinda pointy, like cat ears but for guys." she adds, hoping she clarifies that it's about his bow tie. And not well...all of him.

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@ofwrxth ines x jakob - base

There are plenty of reasons Ines might want to talk to Jakob. First off, he's a very pretty distraction. All tall, with that boyish smirk always on his lips, like the apocalypse isn't literally happening. He's restless energy personified, always bounding around the base when he's not on runs. She can guess why, but it doesn't make it any less endearing to watch. He makes her laugh. His eyes are so green. He's also a very good kisser.

Okay...focus.

Ines blinks, realizing she's about three steps away from closing the distance completely. And for once, she's not actually trying to get Jakob's tongue down her throat. Well, she wouldn't protest.

"Hey, so..." her hand lifts, giving a weird little pat on his arm. His arms. Focus. "I heard something about Sedona? Or Bouse? Or something?" she says, trying to sound casual, though she just straight up blurts it out. She figures it's hardly a secret anyways. How much she just wants to do something that doesn't involve the main mess hall and supply counting. "Has everyone already been chosen?" Ines' eyes sweep the room, landing on the people talking, organizing, that same determined look on everyone's faces. Then, she gives Jakob a sideways glance. "You're going, right? Can I... come with you?"

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@ofwrxth ines x jakob - the bar

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Ines feels the moment she becomes invisible, a bystander to Zac and Zeyna's verbal tennis match. Their bickering flows like they've been at it for years, caught in some endless loop of nonsense. At first, it's funny but after a while, Ines starts to tune out. She pushes her chair back, the screech barely cutting through the noise, and it still doesn't snap them out of their back-and-forth.

Her attention shifts as someone new walks into the bar. Instinctively, she looks over, and her eyes land on him. Her heart rate picks up that very same second. He's tall, with intense sharp features that look carved. Light eyes under furrowed brows, and the kind of smirk that suggests he's seen the world and come out a little bruised, but still standing. He's all muscle and raw energy and Ines's reaction is purely biological. Holy shit, she thinks, quickly glancing away as soon as their eyes meet. She stares into her half empty glass, swirling the ice as if that's even something people do.

"How do people even look like that?" she mutters, giving Zeyna a nudge and certain her friend must have seen him. Who wouldn't? But, Zeyna is too busy trying to verbally corner Zac, and she's met with a very Turkish wave of a wrist. By the time Zeyna finally glances over, he's already gone. But Ines can't quite shake him. Every now and then, she catches a glimpse of him through the haze of people, tall enough to stand out like a shadow just a little darker than the rest. He slips in and out of her periphery, and never fully leaving her mind.

Eventually, she drifts to the bar, deciding on one last drink before calling it a night. Zac and Zeyna are still at it, and she knows how that's going to end. As she weaves through the crowd, dodging drunken sways and stumbling bodies, something, or rather, someone, hits her right at her temple.

A simple aah leaves her lips, hand flying to her head. When she looks up, it's him. He's even more striking and Ines can't help but laugh. The sound comes out a little stranger than her usual chuckle, and she hopes the flush she feels returning to her cheeks isn't obvious. "Ouch?" she finally manages, a grin moving over her lips as she rubs her temple. "That was kinda rude." she adds, and points to where she's going to move to. "Can I go there without getting assaulted? Is that good?"

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The truth is, Ines is just a girl. She's thought about moments like this before. Wondered what it would feel like to give in to lust, to not be so ashamed of it. To let a moment consume her with no restrictions. No rules. To be reckless and irresponsible. But, she had no idea it felt like this. Is it really meant to be this intense? She doesn’t even know Jakob and yet there's something about him that makes all of this feel natural. It's impossible for her to think of anything but him. How his mouth feels surrounding hers, how the heat of his kisses make her heart beat faster and faster.

And because Ines is just a girl, she can't help but revel in just how fucking good he looks. All muscle, tall, strong. Her hands can't help themselves either, exploring over his arms, fingertips digging into his skin. And when her hips move instinctively to find friction, she can't even help the sharp breath that's pulled from her. The feel of his hard cock pressing against her sends her mind spiraling, thoughts about how it will feel when he buries inside her. Because…holy fuck she can feel how big it is.

Ines can't get out of her shorts fast enough, a slight laugh on her lips as her legs lift so she can free herself. And then there's his touch instantly over her skin, a warm palm traveling between her thighs and the hard press of his knuckles against the seam of her leotard. "Fuck." Ines breathes, the pressure even through the thin material has her cunt dripping with anticipation. She has half the mind to tell him to just tear the leotard off her, but she knows how crazy that sounds. But this is crazy. All of it. It's desire unleashed and she loves every second.

The flash of Jakob's cheeky grin is just as intoxicating as his touch, and she laughs, unable to help the way her hand winds to his shoulder, urgently pulling him back to her for another deepening kiss. "Yeah, well. You've finished practice and now you're gonna finish in me." her quip is a simple mumble, to the point, not wanting this boldness she's found to go anywhere. A breath catches in her throat as Jakob moves her leotard to the side, exposing her wet cunt to his touch. Ines moans as his fingers slide against her, his thumb pressing over her clit forcing the sound stronger and into a pitiful whine. The sensations ripple through her, pleasure building in the pit of her stomach. Like he's sending sparks of it shooting through her body.

Her hips rock to his hand without a second thought needed, moving to his touch. More, more more. And for a moment, Ines lets her eyes flutter closed to the pleasure he gives her. Is she supposed to be as needy as this? She doesn't know what's taken over her. She could easily blame the way she's technically an animal and that's why Jakob has her acting like she's in heat. Making her gasp and shiver. Because, there's a moment her noises slip into frustration and impatience. "Jakob..." Ines whispers, a flinch of her hips urging for more. "Please, we don't...have the time for...teasing." she breathes, her hand dropping to his arm, hips angling as she guides his fingers to push into her soaked cunt. She's already obsessed at the way it feels as they sink inside, drawing a sharp and shaking gasp from her throat. "Oh, fuck."

Jakob is swept away by a current of want and need so desperate he's blindsided by it entirely. From one moment to the next the intensity of their kisses grows. There's hunger and it has teeth. It bites into him as he nips at Ines' neck, tongue lascivious and present after each scrape of his teeth against soft skin. Her breath is short, matching his, and she tastes like a dream. He's not sure if this is one but he doesn't want to wake up if it is. He tells himself it can't be. That there's no way a dream can make him feel so much want in earnest. So much need. Because it threatens to overwhelm him as Ines gasps out breathlessly and says the very words he wants to hear. Don't want you to stop.

So he doesn't. Really, he couldn't if he tried. He's on fire and he doesn't mind the burn. Heat grows between them as she juts her hips against his. Jakob inhales sharply, desire bubbling in the pit of his stomach, cock hardening with each roll of her hip as she searches for relief. For friction and pleasure. He groans as she repeats the motion, this time grinding into her, feeling the way her legs tighten around his waist as his hard cock presses against her. "Fuck." Jakob pulls back at her words. He's panting, breathless as green eyes find hers, both their pupils blown wide with want. Lust fills both their faces and Jakob responds to her by tangling his fingers in her hair, twisting slightly to tip her head back. He catches her lips with his, languid and deep before rolling his hips once more against her so she can feel just how hard he is. How much he wants this.

"You're in luck," he mumbles against her lips, pulling back, just enough to look at her again. "Because I've finished practice for the night." Said with a cheeky grin that breaks through the haze of the moment. There'd really been no practice happening anyway. Not when she started talking to him. He's glad she did. Fuck. He's really glad she did. He reaches between them, tugging at her shorts with a huff of impatience as she shimmies them off, kissing her lips, jaw and neck all the while. Once they're off, he glances down at her with a snicker.

"This is annoying." He says, indicating her leotard but mischief is every present in Jakob and he doesn't give her a chance to respond before he brushes his knuckles between her thighs, over her center. "But I think I can make it work." He applies some pressure with his knuckles as he captures her mouth in another kiss. "For now." Jakob mumbles before tugging it to the side, letting his fingers skim over her. He swears when he feels how wet she is already, groaning as she coats two fingers.

He's never been one for patience or moving slow, but that's not to say he doesn't enjoy his fair bit of taunting, of teasing until someone's wound tight. It's why he resists dipping his fingers into her cunt despite the way she squirms, hips jutting to meet him. Jakob keeps kissing Ines, tongue mingling with hers as he begins a steady motion of running his fingers up and down her slit, thumb brushing her clit so he can hear her gasp before applying a bit of pressure, just enough to make her moan into his mouth. Whatever this is – he doesn't question it. He knows she's burning up just as much as he is.

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Ordinarily, Ines would already be laughing even through the adrenaline coursing through her veins. All she can manage is a twitch of a grin in response to his humor, a shaky breath in place of where her laughter should be. "Night of the museum isn't even my favorite movie." she admits, once again ignoring how that's the other museum, but she shakes her head as her hands flatten against the doors. "Always thought it was creepy if stuff came to life. Like Toy Story. Never trusted my plushies ever since." she mutters. "Think it's called...uncanny valley. I get it pretty bad. Hate dolls, too. Little weirdos." her voice dips to a whisper, the useless words rushed and pointless but meant to steady herself and her pounding heart.

But, little did she know uncanny valley would be as terrifying as this. The room seems to plunge into coldness as the creature moves in the distance. Withered, unnatural. Shaped human enough to feel real but moving in a way that twists and bends. Ines has never felt her senses tune to survival before, not like this. She's never had to, and there's a small flicker inside her chest, a gratefulness that her family kept her safe all these years.

Ines's hand curls around the handle of the blade he passes to her, fingers digging in on instinct. Nevermind that she's never used one before, as she nods shakily to his instructions. But then it dawns on her that he means to leave him, and she blinks. "Wait, no- You can't just-" there's no time for her hurried words to finish as the scream tears from the creature's throat. The air gets knocked from Ines's lungs as he covers her ears, tackling into her with a thud as she hits the ground with her own scream escaping before she even realizes it.

Fear takes over, there's no room for anything else as it runs through her blood like a searing pain. Ines scrambles to her feet, tears flooding her eyes and blurring her vision before she can even stop them. But she runs faster than she ever has in her life. The room becomes a blur, the ringing in her ears threatening to deafen her but she doesn't stop. She clutches the blade, throwing a glance behind her as she keeps running. "Oh my God, oh my God, this is fucked, this is fucked, this is fucking so fucked up." she hisses to herself but then her breath sharpens, her voice lifting into a yell. "HELP!"

She doesn't stop until she almost collides into one of the next spaces, skidding across the smooth floor again. There's people, she sees them and she doesn't care why or how they're here, or who they even are. "Help! Help, there's...there's...he's...it's got this-" her hands wave, the curved blade slicing through the air as she tries to make sense of everything that's happening. "He needs help! I don't know what it is! It's like Pennywise but not hot! You HAVE TO HELP!" her words leave her like a furious shout, her free hand already grabbing onto one of them, pulling them into motion with her. @dxrkenedheights

“Seems like it!” Jakob shouted in return, his focus on getting them to safety. He had half a mind to simply pick up the shifter and tuck her under his arm like he might Liora. But he didn’t have time to get that far as stone cracked and scraped against marble floors. Like nails on a chalkboard, the hairs on his arm stood up as they sprinted into the next gallery.

Ordinarily, he would have laughed at her attempt to keep the door shut. But given the seemingly life-or-death situation they found themselves in, Jakob settled for a smirk as he leaned against the door beside her. “You’re really making a difference here.” With all five feet nothing of her. Five foot five his ass. He ran a hand over his face, gritting his teeth as the door rattled a bit and shook his head. “I don’t fucking know. But that humming is really starting to piss me the fuck off.” They had to figure out where it was coming from.

After a moment, he pressed his good ear to the door. There was no sound from the other side. “We gotta keep moving, that’s how. Can’t go back.” Which would have been the closest way to an exit. “Think this is karma for breaking in?” Jakob snorted at his own humor before remembering that he wasn’t with Felix and that whatever her name was might not find it so amusing. “Hey,” he nudged her shoulder. “We’ll be okay.” Jakob reassured and adjusted the podium by the door to ensure the blockade held. He was running through a myriad of possibilities in his head. Maybe rogue witches had lured them here? No. This felt different from any witches he’d encountered. 

The humming still reverberated through the museum and Jakob was convinced it was something worse. Something more sinister than any magic he’d encountered before. He had just finished inspecting the door when she tapped him repeatedly. “One sec, I just–” but the tapping didn’t stop and Jakob frowned, turning to see the stricken look on the shifter’s face. His neck prickled as his senses set off warning bells and he followed her shaking hand. Jakob’s eyes adjusted to the dark corner she was pointing at and he froze. For the first time since his parents died, he felt a surge of genuine fear turning his blood to ice. 

The figure was tall and gaunt, weathered skin stretched over bones. Grotesque in every way, its mouth flashed with large teeth as its emaciated frame shuddered with pain. Very slowly, Jakob’s hand went to his side and he extracted a curved knife. Just as slowly, he extended it to her, placing the hilt in her hand.

“When I tell you to run, you fucking run. Get out of here. Break a window. Find an exit. Anything.” It was a warning and a plea as the creature opened its horrible mouth and Jakob didn’t have time to think. He moved faster than he ever had, practically tackling her to the ground as the monster let out an ear-piercing scream. Jakob reacted, covering her ears with his hands and bracing his good ear to his shoulder as glass shattered around them and armor fell to the ground in a loud explosive clang. 

His vision swam slightly as the ringing in his bad ear grew louder but he clambered to his feet, firing his gun at the beast. “RUN!” Jakob shouted, head pounding as he sought to draw its attention for the little shifter who was scrambling to her feet. “NOW!”

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If brains could have a sound, Ines knows what hers is right now. She swallows thickly as her body settles from the drop, arms draped around Jakob like he's her lifeline. Hearing the little question embedded in his hum and tone brings a tilt to her head, and Ines blinks again. "Huh? Oh, I..." another pause before she lets out a breathy chuckle. "Don't ask me anything, I don't know what's going on." she admits easily, as if it isn't already obvious from her frozen state save from the way her body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure. She admires him with a grin as Jakob, luckily, kept his wits about him. "You fuck me good, you mean." she corrects him with a chuckle, but he's right. Maybe it's the concoction of chemical reactions that go hand in hand with a new relationship, but their sex is the most intoxicating thing she's ever experienced. Still sensitive and raw, Ines flinches with a sharp gasp as he retracts from her cunt, a shiver moving over her body before she lets out an exhausted sigh.

"Least we'll still be able to fuck in Hell." Ines then laughs louder as her palms move to the edge of the vanity, ready to hoist herself down before Jakob's hand waves to her and she stops. There's something she finds tender about the way he takes care of her, even if her frayed nerves make her writhe when he cleans her up. Ines' arms go up to his shoulders as if on instinct when he moves her from the vanity, suddenly finding affection in everything he does. Fuck, I think I love him. the small voice appears again in the back of her head, quickly followed by a more rational one. No. Those are just chemicals and because he has a big dick, Ines. But when Jakob cups her jaw and runs his thumb against her lips, she knows which voice is suddenly louder. Ines' eyes lock to his, unable to conceal the sparkle behind them at the sound of his praise. "Thanks, you were like...fine, too. I guess." she comments with a smirk, making a quick bite against his thumb.

Tentatively, Ines raises to her feet, clutching onto Jakob's hand as she walks and she gives a confident nod. "I'm good. Just no sudden movements." she chuckles, watching then as Liora reappears. A truly content giggle escapes Ines when the familiar nuzzles her and she returns the affection with a nudge of her face against soft white fur. A little kiss to a whiskery nose and they're all good to go, as if the trailer wasn't just home to events that were practically Ines' undoing. "Yeah, no piggy back. I'm not gonna be able to look anyone in the eye for longer than three seconds." she laughs easily now, squinting when they leave the solitude of the trailer and step out into the bright sun. Ines sighs, glancing up to Jakob. "You literally can't squeeze me when you hug me, I mean it."

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Hearing her whines of pleasure isn't enough for Jakob who continues to pound into her pulsing cunt, cock thick and full and ready to spill into her. He wants her to be a shaking mess when he's done, body jerking because she can't handle the way he stretches her – the way he fills her up completely until she sees stars too. And when the dam breaks, it's a beautiful thing to watch her come undone. The sound of her keening mewls fill the trailer, mixing with his low moans of lust which only deepen when he utters a "holy fuck," at the spray of her passion, all over his cock and the vanity and the floor, her body a flood of desire. He moves his hand to her clit once more, overstimulating the bundle of nerves as her body jerks with her release. He topples over the edge soon after and it takes a moment for his vision to clear when he's finished emptying himself into her.

"Mmm? You what?" He says, kissing her softly now, a stark change from moments before as they finally come back down to earth. Jakob pushes her hair back from her face, a gentle but mischievous look written on his face at her words. He takes a pointed glance around them, shaking his head at their work. "No, we just fuck good." He corrects, gripping his cock to slide from her spent cunt. Jakob hisses at the sensation of his inches sliding from her slick walls, the noise of their fucking, and the aftermath, prompting another smirk from the witch. "Besides, I think it's too late for us, Nes," he grabs a tissue, swiping it across his soaked dick, "we're going to hell already." It seems likely for him anyway. But he swears she'd looked like an angel when her eyelashes fluttered and her mouth fell open with every ounce of pleasure he gave her. Of course, he doesn't say this, but the look on his face says his thoughts are far from angelic as he holds up his hand for her to stay put.

"Just wait a second, babe," he instructs, still catching the way her legs quiver slightly. Jakob's quick to pull on his discarded clothes before he grabs another tissue. This time, he draws it to Ines' slick, sticky cunt, drawing it across her sensitive folds to help clean her up. "If we weren't here," he nods around them as he catches the way her body flinches as he lightly brushes her clit, "I'd take my time." He'd find his way between her legs and clean her up himself, savoring the way she tasted on his tongue. But, alas, the concert is fast approaching and it's only a matter of time before someone walks in. "There, good as new," he smirks now, despite her still-dazed look, discarding the tissues and grabbing her panties. Jakob slides it up her legs and under her skirt before he lifts her with ease to the vanity chair, setting her down gingerly so he can clean up her mess on the table and the floor. A quick wave of his hand and fast spell work has the surfaces looking free of any deviant activities such as the one they'd been engaged in moments prior.

Another glance around the trailer to and flick of his wrist for good measure leaves it looking as it had before he'd fucked her into a quiet state. And another spell does what he can to erase the scent of their fucking. Though he's never been the best at that spell. It's as good as Jakob can do before he crouches beside her now, cupping her jaw before swiping his thumb across her swollen lips. "You did so good, Nes," he praises sweetly, green eyes sparkling with amusement at her expression. Somehow, he still manages to look as innocent as ever, like he hadn't just wrecked her pussy. He brings one of her hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before he straightens, linking their fingers together. "But we should get back. We don't wanna miss Essie-J."

Sensing her presence is welcome once more, Liora appears at his side, scampering up his leg and across his arm to Ines, giving her cheek an affectionate nuzzle before curling up on her shoulder. Watching his familiar in that moment, Jakob is struck with a surge of emotions. The desire for Ines still burns like a fire that won't go out, but there's something else that runs deeper than the desire. An undercurrent of affection and the need to keep her happy and safe and by his side. Liora shifts colors then, from brown to white, a little sigh escaping her as she rests against the shifter'. "C'mon," he says, helping her to her feet. "I can always give you a piggyback ride," Jakob teases with a waggle of his brow, "but then I think everyone would know."

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"No, what the hell?" Ines laughs, her gaze flicking to Jakob's gin before snapping back to eyes. The way his face lights up nearly derails her entirely. He's boyish, almost innocent in his amusement, the kind of expression that makes it impossible for her not to smile even wider. Her cheeks ache, and she barely cares. "There's no way he was some cult leader. He was literally the nicest guy ever." she insists, disbelief laced through her teasing tone. It's funny, really. All the excuses they find to talk, to touch. Just small things, fleeting and unspoken, but undeniable. Even at work, which DJ must find exhausting.

"No one's ever told me that. Just you." Ines quips, narrowing her eyes as she tries to follow the chaotic movement of his arm. It's useless, and it makes her snort out a laugh before she reaches out, swatting him lightly. "You're so annoying." there's no bite to it, only amusement, and when she laughs, she nearly cackles because of how stupid they're being. It's like they shouldn't be left unsupervised at all.

As soon as he points out the fence, she doesn't even try to hide her eye roll. In fact, she exaggerates it, huffing before stepping up onto it, alleviating their height difference. "I think your perspective is just warped." she mutters, feeling the hay Jakob had placed in her hair start to slip. She catches it before it can fall, placing it right back as if it's some treasured gift. "I can literally see over it. I don't know why you're being so dramatic." she gestures to her new height, the perfect view into the pen she now has and fixing him with an incredulous look.

Now, she's also at the perfect level to jab an elbow into his side. It's not rough, more of a playful nudge, another excuse to be just this close. "Okay, so, you came over just to drop cult bombs and insult me. Love that. I'm having such a great time." her grin is still sitting stupidly over her lips as they try to entice the alpaca closer to the fencing. It doesn't work. The fluffy thing stares at them, completely indifferent, and Ines loses it all over again. "Wow." she breathes, already laughing. "It's gonna be really embarrassing if it doesn't like either of us. Two losers."

"Yeah," Jakob nodded vehemently, grin growing. "You never heard of the Irwin cult? Like their entire family in Australia or something like that. I dunno I read it online." He added with a snicker, shrugging it off because it made her laugh and that was what he was going for in the first place. It seemed that whenever he was around Ines, that became his goal. To see her deadpanned expression turn into the bright one looking back at him now. "I do. I swear." Jakob tried to evade her grab, though not hard enough before she latched on, shoving his sleeve. "You're really aggressive, anyone ever tell you that?"

Not that he minded. At all. There was something endearing? about how she asserted herself despite her slight stature. She had a presence that was hard to ignore and maybe it was because she refused to be overlooked. "No I'm not! It was there this morning." He lied, lips peeling into an even bigger grin at her accusation. They looked like idiots, he was certain of it, but that didn't bother Jakob in the least. "See, right there." He lifted his arm to show her, waving it around so she couldn't really catch a look.

Jakob couldn't help his loud laugh, drawing attention their way. "If you're normal height then literally everything is abnormal. Even the fence. Look, you barely can see over it," he pointed out, drawing an imaginary line from the top of her head to the top of the fence. "Aggressive and mean." He amended his earlier statement with a shake of his head. "I don't know what I did to deserve this sort of treatment." Even though he welcomed it completely, shaking more hay out of his hair. "Oh yeah, definitely. If I wasn't standing right here, I'd probably mistake you as one from a distance." The exaggeration was easily made as they turned to the alpacas, both extending their hand to determine which of them was cooler. And, despite how competitive he was, Jakob found that he didn't really care about the outcome.

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For a moment, Ines' eyes scan over Jakob's expression, trying to read if his response is about to be a dismissal or from a place of disbelief. She's not sure she'd blame him if it is, understanding that her place among this social hierarchy is dangerously low. Not out of spite but from simply how it works in life. One wrong move and she could easily be cast out. She could even easily lose Jakob in the process, she thinks and that thought immediately stings. Ines nods gratefully as he leaves with her, staying quiet and refusing to lift her gaze and she can practically hear her mother and Isla telling her to walk with her head held high no matter what. She doesn't really feel like she can right now.

Liora moving to her shoulder helps, Ines instinctively nuzzling the stout in return as soon as she feels the soft fur against her cheek. "Thanks." she utters appreciatively to the little familiar with a faint smile. But even as they get to the room, Ines isn't sure what to say. She grins to Jakob's humor and a little puff of laughter escapes. "Hi, anyone." she musters, glancing to the bathroom before deciding she can't be bothered to wash off the chlorine and instead spreads the towel over the bed so she can flop ontop. "I don't think it matters." Ines sighs to Jakob's question and lets the moment settle that they're alone. "It was so stupid. She seemed...I don't know. Weird about why I didn't wanna get in the water? So, I was the same back. Like quips back and forth, I guess. And then we did this weird fake apology thing? And then I was in the water." Ines explains with a dumbfounded shrug and a quick exhausted groan. "This is the stupidest thing."

Jakob's brown grows at Ines' comment, and then when he hears Chloe's words, he realizes that there must be something else going on. "She –" He blinks at Ines. First because he doesn't think he heard her right, and then because if he did, he knows Ines has no reason to lie. And, as far as he knows, Chloe has no reason to be so...mean? He's never known her to be. Another frown and he nods to Ines, "yeah, of course." shifting so he's on the side closest to the pool so she's obscured from view. One thing he loves most about her is that she's unbothered a lot of the time, able to laugh most things off. But he can tell this has gotten to her and rather than doing twenty questions outside, Jakob ushers her indoors.

Liora sneaks out of Jakob's pocket and onto Ines' shoulder, nuzzling her cheek in a mimicry of his desire to smooth her discomfort away. Once they've gotten to their room, he shuts the door behind them, leaning against it as he looks to Ines. "For the record, I believe you. So I guess you can call me anyone." He quips in a bid for levity, or at least as an attempt to wipe the frown from her face a bit. "What happened?" He pauses. "Unless you don't wanna say." Which he'd understand too. But even if it makes him uncomfortable to think of Chloe in a negative light, his gut is telling him Ines wouldn't lie to him.

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As soon as she said it, Ines expected some kind of reaction. But, Jakob's is much funnier than anything she could've predicted. Her eyes widen for a moment at how fast he sits up, the horror on his face, but still a grin on her own. A laugh bubbles up from her as soon as he checks for a fever and she lazily swipes at his hand, more for affection than any annoyance. "Why isn't it better?" she combats, nodding to the paused scene of Marson Tajbrok's face half hidden by his sword. "Because..." now she's sitting up, a little slower thanks to their earlier activities. But the passion is there, sheer determination in her voice. "Literally no one who hates season two can even say why it sucks." she declares.

"You know why I think no one likes it? Because it's the season where we see Marson's flaws, that he's getting a little cocky with that sword and not thinking things through." she points again, as if the scene they were about to watch will prove her point if Jakob wasn't so offended. "It's better than season one because we kinda see he's just a guy that got a big ol' responsibility." Ines grins at that. "Out of everyone, you should relate." she adds, wagging her brows as her eyes make a snap dart to Jakob's own slinging sword under the covers.

+ INES / JAKOB'S APARTMENT

"What?" Jakob sits up in bed abruptly, switching on the lamp at his bedside table. He pivots, shifting to look Ines dead in the face expression aghast. It took all of his self control to remain focused on the task at hand and no on the fact that she was drowning in his shirt, hair mussed, cheeks still flushed from their earlier activities. He shakes his head and shuts his eyes, holding up a hand to silence any protest before taking a deep breath. "You don't actually think season two was better? Tell me you're lying."

He peers at her with wide green eyes, horror written on his face as he moves to lean over her, hand to her forehead as though checking for fever. "Are you sick? Is this how you tell me the news, Nes? Because there's no way a sane person would think Sword Slinger season two was better than season one. Season three maybe, but two?" Jakob leans back again, running over his bare shoulder, as though comforting himself from the horror of this realization. @hxckedvxid

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There are a few things that won't leave Ines alone since The Night at the Museum. The statues, for one. Headless, relentless, dragging themselves through her dreams, their stone limbs scraping against the ground as she runs and runs but never gets anywhere. One dream in particular had one of them moving like a car dealership floaty, arms flailing as she tried to ask it for directions. That one was worse, actually. And then there was the thing with the mouth. The way it split open too wide, the awful, steaming pile of black blood. It replays in her mind at random, uninvited. But if she's being honest, what she's thought about most...maybe more than normal, maybe more than she should is Jakob. The way he kept her safe.

She blinks, eyes flicking toward the door, almost unnerved by how quickly thinking about him summons him into reality. Her gaze follows his as he glances to her nametag, staring down at it herself before looking back up at him. "They misheard me when I started." she says with a simple tone and nod, fingers brushing absently over the name that isn't hers, still holding onto the lie of Alnes for her own amusement. "Or, you know. Could be because the person was white. They never get our names right." she adds, already feeling the grin tugging at her lips before she can stop it. "But, not really in the mood to dismantle microaggressions at Starbucks. I get a discount, so that's enough."

But then her grin shifts into something sharper, becoming a teasing smirk as she tips her head to the side. "You...came into a coffee shop because you don't drink coffee?" Ines draws out the words slowly, then with a stiff deliberate turn of her neck, her eyes dart to the menu board behind her before flicking back to his. "I mean...we do have juice. Soda? Tea?" she can barely keep a straight face, her gaze narrowing at him with a mock suspicion. Was he looking for her?

Then, in an instant, her eyes widen and her expression lights up with an almost teasing mischief. Like she's enjoying this far too much. "Have you literally hunted me?"

+ INES / COFFEE SHOP

Jakob didn't think about how creepy it was that he'd done a bit of research and found out where Alnes Invarez worked until he walked through the door of the coffee shop. He'd quickly figured out that her name was, predictably, fake, because Alnes Invarez was hardly a real name. A bit of thought and the use of years of tracking had led him to her. Of course, he was only there to get his knife back. A knife that he'd earned on one of his first hunts. So it was important. Enough to go searching through the city for it. I mean it, he told Felix and Kasper's floating faces in his head. I liked that knife. Mind!Felix and mind!Kasper raised their brows and mind!Jakob scowled at them before realizing a few things.

First, he was scowling in real life. Second, he'd gotten to the front of the line whilst mentally arguing with his brothers. And third, perhaps, most importantly, Alnes Invarez was standing on the opposite side of the counter, posed to take his order. Immediately, Jakob smoothed out his expression and raised a brow, jerking a chin at her name tag. "Ines?" He questioned, as though he didn't already know the answer.

A slight smile danced at the corner of his mouth as he took in the sight of her, recalling how he'd been sorry their first interaction had been running away from magical statues and a screamer. Or how shaken she'd looked after everything was said and done. Or how he'd thought about seeing her again in the days since the museum incident. Jakob glanced over his shoulder, relieved to see the line died out after him. Convenient or lucky, he didn't care which. Instead, he pretended to glance at the menu before green eyes met hers again. "I'm not much of a coffee drinker. Apparently, I don't need more energy." Or so Felix said when he banned him from having any on their missions. "What do you recommend?" @hxckedvxid

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"Seriously?" Ines tilts her head, her eyes narrowing at the paper before flicking to Jakob and Liora. Her hand waves the pen around like it's meant to be persuasive. "How is this supposed to be a kangaroo? There's no pouch." she says, her tone dipping with playful exaggeration as she taps the pen over the big round circle that's supposed to be a body. "I thought it was your ears that didn't work, not your eyes." she teases, letting her voice drop quiet enough to pass as a whisper while making her mouth move enough to seem as if she's speaking normally.

With a theatrical sigh, she slumps and pushes the paper toward Jakob like it's too much to deal with. "Wrong, it was Liora." Ines chuckles, giving the cat a sympathetic look as she looks again to the drawing. "Not my fault, though. Marker's dying. And everyone knows cameras add ten pounds, so obviously she's...fluffy." Ines taps the big circle again with mock seriousness before tossing the marker Jakob's way. "Your turn, Michelangelo."

+ INES / ABANDONED GAS STATION, IOWA

Jakob frowns, staring at the drawing in Ines' hands before giving Liora a glance. It's almost like he asked do you know what it is? To his cat who simply shrugs and nestles further into his scarf. "Uh...is it a kangaroo?" He asks, biting back a grin at her artistic prowess. "Or maybe a badger? The ears are throwing me off." He squints at the paper and then at the woman holding it. Mundane guessing games had become quite entertaining when there was no tv or internet for scrolling.

He leans back against the wall, uncrossing long legs to stretch out before him. He's able to knock leg with his boot and quirks a brow. "Okay, Van Gogh, think my final guess is gonna be a kangaroo." Jakob says before pulling his coat more securely around him, a smile tugging at his lips as he waits for Ines to confirm or deny his guess. @hxckedvxid

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Ines: In the arms of the angles by Sarah Mclauchlan, not to be confused with in the arms of the angels by Sarah Mclachlan. [ gif ] Ines: It's dumb how cute that is, I hate it. Ines: Well, lucky for you I knows a guy who knows a guy who can get us in so dress up real nice, doll face. Ines: (Read all of that in an Italian American accent btw) Ines: You actually are pretty smart for a white guy I'll give you that, must have something to do with the access to resources or something. [ wow reacts to the guac text ] [ gif ] Ines: You're right but that's not the point Ines: Ok bye Ines: Well not bye bc I'll see you soon. [ a few moments later, tasteful implied nude ]

[ laugh reacts to the video and voice over ] Jakob: all that's left is Sarah McLauchlan singing in the background Jakob: Mclachlan* [ gif ] Jakob: Well laugh away cuz you are 😌 Jakob: Kurger bing?!? Jakob: I heard that there's a wait list just to look at the menu Jakob: Are you sure we can get in? [ exclamation point reacts to the video ] Jakob: wow I'm amazing. I know everything Jakob: Also stop eating guac and get ready, Nes Jakob: That's not racist btw you're just always eating guac

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Ines: That was exactly what I was thinking/hoping obviously Ines: Nothing can beat sour candies Ines: I knoww, it's because I'm from Cali sorry Ines: HAHAHA no that sounds like you shouldn't be allowed near schools ngl

Jakob: I'll get those sour candies you like ofc Jakob: What did you think I was gonna say? Jakob: Yeah you're a real snowflake Jakob: No lmao but ig HAHA saying those slutty little legs of yours doesnt have the same ring to it lmao