#walkeddeath ft. jonah

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( @walkeddeath ) gen > jonah : “make me.”

there's an incredulous huff that escapes him because of course, even in this situation, his girlfriend would make it more . . . interesting. only thing, Jonah doesn't consider Gen's safety as anything less than top priority. " baby . . . " voice like honey, he moves to stand in front of them & brush blonde locks behind her shoulder with the back of his hand. fingers ghost along her neck, curling around the back to gently tip their head back & draw their bodies closer. " if you don't get your pert little ass in gear, i'm going to have Mason carry you to the penthouse & keep you there. " nose bumps their's, mouths barely touching but teeth still nip her lip. " i'll be home by midnight. "

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( @walkeddeath ) gen > jonah : [  UNSPOKEN  ]:     after a third party (or the receiver themselves) asks if the sender is in love with the receiver, the sender goes silent, unwittingly admitting that they do love them in the process.

the question is anything but simple & the shock nearly knocks the air from his lungs. he knows what his father is doing he's sure Gen does too yet, he can't help wanting to know the answer. Jonah knows his heart belongs to the other & except from actually speaking the words, is sure Gen knows his feelings.

golden gaze remains locked on her, forcing himself to take a slow breath in an effort to appear unbothered. inside he's screaming. her silence is answer enough & while he's relieved, Jonah can't help the way his stomach twists painfully. immediately he looks to his father, whose smile makes his blood run cold. " Jared, " the call for his right - hand - man gives Jonah all he needs to figure out just what Alan has in store for the couple.

the cool metal of the handgun sends a shiver down his spine, grip tightening as he takes it from his father's hand & clenches his jaw. " kill her. "

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knuckles white from how tightly he's gripping the gun, jaw clenched as Gen steps closer & swallows down the bile rising from his twisting stomach. the fear in their eyes making none of this easier, mind running a mile a second trying to figure a way out of this for the both of them when she touches him & everything goes silent.

lids shut, head tilting slightly so his nose can nudge her jaw & breathe in their scent. heart skips a beat when her words register, pulling away to find their gaze & he wants to say it back but he can't seem to be able to do it --- this isn't how any of this was supposed to go ! he can feel his father's heavy stare, watching him carefully & Jonah wants to point the gun at him but he's knows that won't do anything except get both himself & Gen killed.

trust her as he has a gun pointed at her, as if she could dodge the bullet or deflect it . . . defy the rules of the universe for some reason. yet, as he watches her something in him steels & even though it seems impossible -- Jonah does trust her.

" as we practiced. "

Alan's remark has his top lip twitching, a barely concealed snarl as he raises the gun to the center of Gen's forehead. everything in him is buzzing but he's behind the safety of his practiced mask of indifference, thumb flicking off the safety without looking away from her face, memorizing their features.

finger pulls the trigger, the sound echoing in the night & Jonah swears he feels his heart break. he can deal with it later never for now, he has his father to placate. " happy ? " voice is rough, the emotions lodged in his throat making him want to scream but he holds it in, letting it eat away at him.

" i will be when you clean up your mess. "

then he's gone, the car driving off with a cloud of dust trailing behind it & Jonah takes a moment to watch it disappear down the road. then he crumbles, barely making it the short distance to Gen's body to cradle her against his chest. " i'm so sorry, baby. this wasn't supposed to happen . . . this wasn't -- " head shakes, fingers trembling as he brushes the hair from her face & lets his tears free. " you didn't deserve this. i should've fought you harder, i should've gotten you out . . . i should’ve protected you better. "

he's unsure how long he stayed there on the ground but when he finished burying her in a grave with a couple wildflowers he found, the clock on the dashboard read 3:21am. the drive is silent back to his penthouse, feeling a hollowness grow inside him as he walks through his home & up to the roof, Banjo at his side. collapsing on the couch, he cracks open the whiskey bottle he snagged from his bar & starts to drink with the hopes to forget everything that happened tonight.

for @walkedrage cont. from here

gen bites the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood, trying hard as possible to not panic. this wasn't part of the plan and they'd hoped to say it in private, after all the bullshit cleared, and technically she hadn't even said it . she doesn't know or care if it makes it worse, there's too many other things to worry about.

having your boyfriend's father steal your thunder and force a premature i love you reveal sucks, but what sucks even harder is having said father call for your death. that was planned for, gen wasn't stupid enough to think he wouldn't do something drastic, but oh god another twist.

she can't tell him that it's okay, to go ahead and do it, she'll survive it'll just hurt like a bitch ––– so she goes for the other option. eyes wide with fear, easy to force when she is currently afraid for multiple reasons just not for herself , she turns focus away from alan and fixes it on jonah. steps close to him, holds his face and pulls him down to whisper in his ear. "i love you, just trust me." 

one hand moves from his face to his shirt, gripping it tight, the other resting on his hand. she steps closer, pressing herself into the gun, unplanned tears starting to fall. "go ahead, kill me, make him proud and fucking do it. before you do, know that it'll make your lives so much harder than they already are." trust me trust me trust me.  

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( @walkeddeath ) gen > jonah : “you kiss me and it stops time.”

smile widens, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he looks at her with adoration in amber eyes. fingers grip their hip, gently pulling them closer as the couple escapes from reality in his bed ; his shirt on her body, his hair a mess in the early morning light & Jonah is the happiest he's ever been. arm slips under their head, cradling it carefully as fingers toy with soft blonde strands & he leans in to bump her nose affectionately.

" that so ? " lips brush their's, basking in her presence but it'll never be enough for him -- a lifetime wouldn't be enough if he's being honest. he leaves a barely there kiss to her bottom lip, hand moving from her hip to cup her jaw & tangle his digits in the hair at the nape of their neck. " i'm glad it's not just me, shortstack. "

the kiss is tender & slow, there's no need to rush, they're hidden away in his penthouse -- the outside world, his father, the company, the murders are universes away. teeth nip, tongue chasing for a taste of her & he sighs as Gen floods his every sense. they part softly, remaining close so every breath is still shared & he takes a moment to open his eyes, licking his lips as they pull into a fond grin before finally meeting her gaze. " as long as i get to spend the rest of time with you too. "

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( @walkeddeath ) gen > jonah : [ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way.

he watches Gen as he waits for their drinks at the bar, not particularly threatened by the other man attempting to gain her attention, he's more focused on Gen's comfort & safety. after handing the bartender a $50 to cover their order & a tip, Jonah grabs the glasses to walk back to his girlfriend's side. paying the other no mind, he hands Gen their drink before sliding an arm around her shoulders & gently guides her closer. naturally, the couple fits together & Jonah presses a soft kiss to her temple, smiling down at her & then turning his head to focus on the stranger who thought he could win Gen's affection good luck buddy, took Jonah months to accomplish that & he works to keep it every day. " and who are you ? "

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( @walkeddeath ) gen > jonah : she's just going to casually bite jonah's shoulder. no reason. just cause.

a sound of surprise comes from the previously hyper - focused male, shifting out of reach of the biter so he can spin around in his desk chair to give Gen a flabbergasted look. “ jesus babe ! ” hand goes to rub his shoulder, pretty sure it’s going to be bruised in a little bit & Jonah can’t deny his pleasure in knowing she’s left her mark on him. “ if you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask ! ” she might have done just that but he was too distracted to acknowledge her voice & obviously that called for drastic measures. palms cup their jaw, bringing their face close enough so he can press a tender kiss to the tip of her nose. “ what do you need, Shortstack ? ”

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( @walkeddeath ) gen > jonah : are you the one that vouched for me?

honey eyes cut to the blonde, looking at her over the wire rim of his glasses before flickering to the wide open door of his office behind. pointer finger pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he settles comfortably in his chair. “ why yes, please do come in. ” sarcasm evident in every word, he flourishes an arm out to wave in front of him as if he’s presenting the space to her.

a lazy smirk on lips, Jonah motions for them to close the door & take a seat — this was going to be a conversation that he didn’t need prying ears to listen too. “ i did, ” he admits easily once they’ve settled, leaning forward to rest his elbows upon his desk. “ because if i didn’t, you wouldn’t be here right now to interrogate me, shortstack. ” brows raise & eyes glitter teasingly, Jonah can’t ignore the way Gen brings out a side of him he thought he’d lost long ago. “ and that would be a real shame. ”

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( @walkeddeath ) gen o. > jonah a. : [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted.

he swallows, fingers toying with the ends of her hair as his hand rests on their shoulder. other hand at their hip & fingers grip a little tighter so he can pull her closer, back pressing up against the wall of the little storage room they've tucked into. he's not sure how they got here, only needing to grab them for a moment but now they're touching & he's getting dizzy off their scent & all Jonah wants to do is kiss her.

" Gen . . . " voice is low, her strands falling from fingers as he trails them from jaw to chin, tilting their head back. lips brush but suddenly the door slams open & Jonah pulls back a fraction if only to send a glare at the intern already apologizing. as the darkness envelopes them once more, he turns to face Gen & gently bumps their noses together. " now where were we ? "

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( @walkeddeath ) gen > jonah : ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be .

he watches them carefully from across the room, taking a slow sip from his drink as his father & business partners chat at the table around him. his interest in their conversation is non - existent, has been since Alan first mentioned Jonah’s mandatory attendance a week ago, more annoyed that he lost his free night for a meeting about an empire he’s going to destroy. yet, Gen’s appearance at the restaurant when she was supposed to meet him at the penthouse brings an unexpected but pleasant twist to his evening.

eyes follow as Gen moves through the room & taps the table twice as the men laugh haughtily at a terrible joke, he smiles at them as if he found it funny before excusing himself for the bathroom. he walks with confidence, maneuvering through the tables to the hallway his girlfriend disappeared down — coatcheck & restrooms. steps are silent, checking the coat room first & when he sees their hair between the racks, Jonah slips in the room, shutting the door behind him.

“ this isn’t where i left you, shortstack. ” smirk curls his lips when she whips around in surprise, pushing off the door to close the distance between them in a few easy strides. finger hooks under their chin to tilt their face up towards him, leaning forward he brushes his nose to their’s. “ but i can’t say I’m disappointed by the surprise visit . . . ” after a gentle kiss, Jonah finds their gaze & quirks his brows playfully. “ what are you doing in here anyway ? meeting your other lover ? ”

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( @walkeddeath ) gen > jonah : cowgirl

he's lucky, he knows this ; lucky to still be alive, lucky to still be able to hide right under his father's nose as while dismantling his empire from the inside out but mostly, he knows he's lucky to have Gen.

there she sits atop him, hips moving & nails digging into his chest as he thrusts up into her & fuck, he's lucky to be able to see them like this. fingers press into the flesh at her waist, helping them as they move together, chasing their pleasures & he could cum just watching her but he waits, wants her to finish first. " that's my girl, " words come out a little rough but he wants to praise her, to give them the reassurance & knowledge that the only person who's been able to get him like this, is her.

he drags a palm down her stomach to where their bodies meld together, the pads of his fingers ghost over her clit & he groans when they squeeze tighter around him. he continues, circling the nub & watching her fuck herself on his cock through eyes darkened with pleasure & love & possession. he understands how lucky he is that Gen even looked in his direction but he'll never let anything turn it away from him.

" look at how good you are . . . taking me so well . . . " he moans, hips snapping up in time to meet hers & they're both so close but he wants to watch her come undone, needs it like he needs air to breathe. he moves a little harder, pressing deeper & rubbing her clit a little faster. " that's my good girl . . . "

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( @walkeddeath ) gen > jonah : i can find my way back to you .

he hates this ; his father, the company, their stupid plan, the way his heart has settled like a boulder in the pit of his stomach because shit has his the fan & being together will only serve to get them both in trouble.

palms hold her face tenderly, jaw set as amber gaze commits their face to memory & Jonah nods because he believes it - - without a doubt, Gen will find their way back to him. he trusts her.

moving closer, lips meet theirs for a soft kiss & bodies press flush together. he tilts her head back, deepening the kiss ; if they're going to be apart, he intends to indulge himself on her taste. it's only when the need for a breath is desperate do they part & he buries his nose against the top of their head, hugging her close . " i know you can, shortstack. i'm just going to hate it while you're gone. "

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( @walkeddeath ) gen » jonah : 60.  RESTRICTED :  for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

being the son of the ceo makes moving through the building that much easier, allowed to look behind doors normally heavily guarded with no resistance. hands stuffed in the pockets of his slacks, Jonah saunters up to the first guard of the basement floor to give him a knowing look. he catches the glance over his shoulder, sizing up Gen who is standing surprisingly quietly behind him. " they're with me. " he takes a step, blocking Gen from view completely to give a hard stare at the other, " open the door. "

it's a stroll down the rest of the hallway, the other security points all passwords & biometrics that Jonah has access too. when the two reach the final door, he holds it open for Gen, sneaking a glance at her beauty as she passes & a smile teases his lips. after a moment, Jonah clears his throat, remembering there are cameras everywhere & anything could blow their cover.

the door shuts quietly behind them, lights flickering on as motion is detected in the breaker room & Jonah lights up with it. " honey, i'm home ! " elbow bumps Gen's arm playfully before he theatrically stretches his hands in front of him to crack his knuckles. " let's get digital ! "

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eyes follow the stack of papers where they land on his desk, already annoyed with the task but reaches for the pile anyway. the second message goes in one ear & out the other without much thought his father will call for him when he gets tired of waiting. it's the last message that causes a more visible reaction, gaze returning to Gen's face with a frown already pulling at his lips. " now he wants to be cupid ? "

this time, he rolls his eyes & shakes his head with disgust. teeth bite on his tongue, Gen isn't the one to spit his insults at & Jonah refuses to let his father ruin their relationship like he so desperately wants. " he doesn't give a shit about anything else in my life but this " he gestures between the two of them " this is what he needs to fuck around with ? " pushing away from his desk, Jonah let's out a heavy breath & walks towards his windows. " ya'know, i'm beginning to think he may be doing this on purpose. " sarcasm drips like honey from his words, looking over his shoulder at Gen as he readjusts his glasses on his face. " well . . . two can most certainly play at this game. "

the  promotion,  while  good  for  the  plan,  hasn't  been  good  for  gen's  patience.  being  sent  on  fetch  quests  and  message  delivery  missions  might  be  fun  in  games,  but  real  life?  this  one  isn't  so  bad,  the  message  itself is but  it  means  getting  to  see  jonah,  a  tiny  bright  spot  in  her  day.  

she  holds  a  stack  of  folders  close,  ponytail  swinging  as  she  walks,  and  tosses  the  stack  on  his  desk.  "asshole  wants  you  to  go  through  these  internship  applications.  also  wants  to  talk  to  you,  don't  know  'bout  what,  didn't  feel  like  diggin'  for  the  why.  oh,  you  also  need  to  find  a  suitable  date  to  bring  to  the  holiday  party."  

there's  an  unspoken  meaning  someone  other  than  me ,  gen knows that  message  was  intentional.  "oh,  and  i  uh,  apparently  i  need  to  as  well."