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[jasontoddsdarling]

jason coded

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT87EXE5Q/

first of all, finally my first anon on this account ily anon :>

and oh god, this totally is jason coded.

(trigger warning for the video: motorcycle accidents—already happened and the rider was okay and the second one's from afar barely visible on video. so no blood etc involved but i just want to put it here just because!)

JASON is terrified to death when he saw from the rearview mirror of his hypersport motorcycle that there's a motorcycle crash approximately one hundred meter behind him.

fuck, no, no.

it can't be you. he knew he should've insisted being the one in tailing, but you had said you can read map for shit so it's better for him being the one that leading the way.

he stops his motorcycle, and might as well leaps from the thing. he literally let his motorcycle lying on the side of the road.

he doesn't care.

because nothing more important than you, his girl.

he runs as fast as he can while mumbling, "baby, please tell me you're fine and it wasn't you."

and when he finally close enough, he can see that it's indeed not you, but a man—and a woman passenger—who got into a single accident. they're mostly okay, just shocked. their other friends have helped them.

after checking them once again and making sure they are fine, he sits on the side of the road a few meter away.

he's still a bit shaking even though he knows it wasn't you. he just couldn't imagine if it was you.

a few seconds later, he hears motorcycle engine close by before stopping, and then someone walking towards him.

"jay?"

there's you.

he can see you are already without your helmet, putting it on the seat of your motorcycle.

he stands immediately and hugs your smaller body to himself, tucking your head under his chin, relishing the beat of your heart close by himself.

"baby, your heartbeat... are you okay?"

"i thought it was you."

he holds you tighter.

"oh, jay."

your heart breaks for him.

"yeah. i am scared to death. i immediately ran away when i saw them on rearview mirror. i couldn't imagine if it was truly you."

you say nothing except holding him tighter and rubbing his leather-jacket-clad back. you stay like that for few minutes.

"shh, shh. it's okay, jay, i'm here. my heart is beating with yours."

and you're right. jason realizes he's more calm now. he's not shaking anymore.

"i'm sorry."

"nothing to be sorry for, jay. i would be scared too if it's the other way around. hell, i might be running while crying."

jason gives you a chaste kiss on the lips.

"so, your motorcycle is there, huh?"

you point to the red thing on the side of the road, afar from you.

"yup."

"want to give us a ride there?"

"of course. i will not let you out of my sight after this." he says as leading you to your motorcycle—which is actually his. "you'll lead the way. it's okay if you choose long route, as long as i can see that you're fine."

[tmi tl;dr, as someone who can ride motorcycle (the matic type though, not cool stuffs like men's motorcycles lol) myself, motorcycle accident, crash, or injury are no joke! i have been involved three times myself (unfortunately). two times when i actually rode the motorcycle myself and once when i was a passenger. the latter got me unconscious actually, albeit being the only single accident amongst other two. never had serious injuries (except few bruises here) but the emotional trauma definitely there. so please, please be safe while riding or driving.]

[jasontoddsdarling]

suggestive, 18 + | jason wears a locket with your photo inside and your initial outside.

you gave jason a men's locket necklace with his own initial engraved on one of the side and yours at the other.

he loved it so much. so much.

when you two are making love, he never takes his necklace off. his locket will graze at your skin. in the valley of your soft tits, between your collarbones, your neck, your lips. you love it. it'll hit you on your face when he's making love to you above you. it'll sensuality graze your back and your nape—when he wants you on your hands and knees and your stomach. and you love it.

one time, when he was above you, his locket was directly above your lips and you caught and bite it in between your teeth, your seductive gaze directed to his darkening beautiful eyes. it drove him crazy. long short story, you sport a lot of love bites on your exposed skin afterwards (and your ability to walk weaken for twenty four hours straight).

you love how he manifested his love by having your photo on the chain around his neck everyday. since you gave him the necklace and he put your photo on it himself, you have never seen him without it—when he's in the shower doesn't count, you've to persuade him to take it off so it'll stay long. even if he only wear the necklace occasionally, you know he loves you and he doesn't need to have you 24/7 on him but he does it anyway. it's his way of appreciating your love language of gifting him the necklace in the first place too.

he loves having the reminder of you with him every second of the day when he's not with you. he loves to grasp his locket on his palm whenever he needs a reassurance, it's like you there with him. he loves that when he's bored he can just open his locket and your picture will immediately draw a smile from his face.

when he put the the locket on his palm, he feels like his whole world is on his hand.

mariea's notes: midnight thoughts. brainrots. nothing to elaborate i am afraid it's already so clear. btw you can send me anything (prompts, ideas, questions, etc) to my ask box (mailbox 💌) and i will see what i can do about it.