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rudy pankow in madison’s story never thought ill see that day ever again OMG

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sugar talking is the best song off of sabrina's new album argue with the WALL

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.⋆♱⋆. criminal!jj x sweetheart!reader.

“i’d do worse” ~ pt.4, for pt.1, 2 & 3 click here!

cw: mentios of bruises, running from the law, slight smut, mentions of sex.

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you freeze from where you’re standing in jj’s house. your breathing hitches when you hear that signature knock. the jj knock… it couldn’t be?… right?

your heart thumps loudly in your chest. you bolt to the door, unlocking it and throwing it open.

and there he stands, on the porch, leaning against the door frame, wild and messy.

his jumpsuit torn at the seams, soaked through with sweat and dirt, bruises blooming on his side from when he’d jumped out of the ambulance.

his eyes… they light up when they see you.

you don’t speak, you can’t, the words are lodged in your throat as you launch yourself forward into his arms.

“told you i’d come back” he pants, voice raw.

“i… i thought you were…” your voice breaks as you look up at him, tears falling from your eyes, your fists clutching the back of his jumpsuit.

“i know, sweetheart, but i told you, i’ll never let them keep me from you… i keep my word, baby” he says softly.

he presses a kiss to your temple, and then another, down to your lips, slow, tender, desperate and needed.

he holds you tightly, squeezing you into him, murmuring comforts into your ear as his hand brushes through your hair.

the sirens echo in the distance, with one quick look over his shoulder he closes the door.

“i’ve got about an hour before they send out choppers, baby, we gotta move fast” he says in a hushed tone, heading for the bedroom.

“where are we going?” you ask, following after him.

“anywhere but here, sweetheart” he states as he grabs a duffel bag from the closet, packing it.

he changes into his usual clothes, going back to packing. “still handsome, baby?” he asks with a smirk, running his fingers through his hair.

“don’t joke, you’re all bruised.” you say, lip quivering as you look at jj’s bruised side, he’s been gone too long. seeing him back in his house beside you feels like dream, a dream you’d been having for the past few weeks.

“i’ll live, i’m not going back into the cage, not when you’re here crying over me every night alone, baby.” he says.

“i don’t want you to get caught again, jj, i can’t do it” you sniffle, walking over to him, your heart can’t handle it, jj being gone again, you need him like the air you breathe.

he cups your cheeks with his strong hands, his rings cold against your warm skin, a feeling you’ve been craving. “i won’t.” he says sternly, and he means it, because no matter what he’ll always come back to you.

three knocks breaks the silence.

three taps and then two.

john b.

jj opens the door and lets him in, john b hugging him instantly, the two boys, having been best friends since they were little kids, have a bond like brothers.

“you really did it” john b says as he pulls back with a laugh and a shake of his head, one of jj’s sly yet elaborate plans had actually paid off.

jj gives him a crooked smile. “had to, man” he says, digging into the front pocket of his jeans, pulling out a key with a rusty old keyring attached to it. “take care of it.” he states, handing john b the keys to the house.

“you know i will” john b smiles as he takes them.

jj nods. “and fix that damn porch step for me huh? i keep almost busting my ass.”

john b snickers. “i will dude, sarah and i will keep an eye on the place… so, you have any idea when you’ll be back?” he asks.

jj looks at you before shaking his head. “nah, man”

in the silence, the sudden sound hits all three of you at once, the wailing of sirens. “time to go” jj murmurs, he grabs the duffel bag, his hands steady while yours shake, with one last goodbye to john b you follow him out back.

parked outside, half covered in branches, is a vintage cadillac coupe deville. stolen, obviously. but perfect.

jj throws the bags in the backseat before opening the passenger door for you.

you hesitate a little, looking back at the house, jj leans close, his breath is warm against your ear, “come with me, we’ll figure it all out later” he whispers.

you turn your head, eyes meet his, bruised and wild, and without another word, you climb into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt with shaky hands.

jj slides into the drivers seat, hot wires the ignition and the cadillac roars to life with a sound similar to thunder. he shifts it into drive, gripping your hand tight in his.

as the tires hit the road and the world rushes past, jj keeps his eyes on the rear view mirror until the blue lights are no longer in sight.

“where are we going?” you ask again, to which he smirks a little.

he winks, gripping your thigh. a defined answer doesn’t leave his lips, but you know that wink, he has no idea himself, and now? it’s just you, jj, and the open road.

he rolls the windows down, letting the wind blow in. “where to first, sweetheart?” he yells over the music he has playing from the tape deck, johnny cash, like always.

“anywhere! as long as i’m with you!” you call out.

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room 6.

that’s the motel room jj and you were put into, just for the night. for some rest, mainly for you because jj already knew he wouldn’t be resting, he’d be on the lookout, for cops.

the cadillac is parked around the side of the building, tucked away from unwanted eyes.

the sheets are floral and scratchy, the lamp flickers slightly, and there is only one thin wall separating you both from the couple fighting in the room next door.

jj drops the duffel bag by the door before double checking the locks. he stands still for a second, his shoulders are tense and his eyebrows are slightly furrowed.

“jj” you call out softly, as you sit on the edge of the bed in the middle of the room.

he looks over, and just like that, the storm going on inside him calms. he grins, tried yet real, admiring you, how pretty you look all disheveled and exhausted.

“you look so beautiful, too beautiful to be in this dump” he teases.

“it’s not so bad” you huff out a laugh.

“only for the night, sweetheart” he smiles, dropping down on to the bed next to you, the mattress squeaks under his weight.

his hand finds your thigh, rubbing up and down. “my girl” he murmurs, before you can say anything he tugs at the leather belt that is looped through his jeans.

you blink at him “jj…” your voice falters when he tugs the belt off in one quick tug, taking your wrists and guiding them above your head.

he loops the belt around your wrists, not tightly, just to keep them above your head as he lays you down on the mattress.

“you trust me?” he asks with a sly smirk.

“always” you smile.

and that’s all he needs. his mouth finds your neck, his lips press kisses along your pulse point, he takes his time with you, teasingly, his lips linger until little bruises begin to bloom, he sucks, licks and kisses your soft skin.

his free hand rubs up and down your waist.

you try to pull your hands free from the belt, trying to reach for him, he chuckes against your neck. “nah, baby, i need to worship my girl tonight, been too damn long” he smirks.

he kisses his way up your jaw, nipping, leaving marks in his path. “good girl” he mumbles. his hands grabbing your ass.

“jj” you whine, hands burning to get on him, to feel him.

he kisses you slow and deep, biting your bottom lip before pulling back, his hand making his way down to the hem of the dress you’re wearing.

“there is never gonna be a cage, or fucking chains keeping me from you, ever again. do you hear me?” he fiercely states, making sure you understand just how serious he is.

and if it means being on the run for the next few months? then so be it, because jj has you and you have him.

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jj lays beside you, a cigarette balanced between his lips, you’re asleep, fast asleep after the slow, passionate sex you’d just had.

he turns his head to look at you, a smirk in his face as he exhales a puff of smoke, his hand rubbing your back gently, he covers you up more with the blanket you brought.

he stands up, fastening his jeans, heading to the window, peaking out of the closed drapes, no sign of any cops.

he relaxes a little, sitting down on the janky chair next to the window, he keeps a looking out every so often, his eyes drifting back to you, peacefully asleep on the bed, littered in hickeys, hair all fluffed up and messy from being fucked on the squeaky motel mattress.

he leans back against the chair, a relaxed smile on his face, no worry at all, he already has a plan. a plan to keep you by his side and safe forever.

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🫧 taglist: @delreystars @illumoria @chuuuchuuutrain @obxobsessedbitch1 (to be updated)

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͙ 𖦹⠀beautiful person award! once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. if you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ 🧁

MWAHHH MWAHHH💗💘🎀 love uuuu

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͙ 𖦹⠀beautiful person award! once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. if you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ 🧁

TYSM BABYY MWAHH 😭💗🎀 i really love all my moots smmmm

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͙ 𖦹⠀beautiful person award! once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. if you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ 🧁

I LOVE U im gonna eat you. 😭😭💗🎀🎀🫶🏻

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THANKS FOR TAGGING CUTIE !!🎀

i LOVE them it’s kinda me core they all litteraly me

tags: @missmaybankk @jjslovermabi @jfaisal @d3adfa1ry @delreystars

꒰ thank you so much @hrtfilm my sweet girl for the tag !! ꒱

list ten of your favorite characters without naming them:

no pressure tags: @amorgasmic @sematarygirls @bradshawed @applebitings @rskdoll @222col @pittsick

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THANKS FOR TAG !!😭💗💗

that’s me kindaaaaaa ..

tags: @jmfilmed @stilespidey @rafesslxt @d3adfa1ry

heya! Found a picrew that has black representation! It’s so hard finding picrews that don’t only have 1-3 skin colors and there’s only straight hair styles 😭

but anyone can do this picrew! Just make yourself or what you want to look like and add your fav song :)

have fun <3

My fav song

Moots below

@ghosty-dsmp @ghostboyravenight @midnight-soulless-system @chilllikeavillain @ghost-of-a-swarm-of-bees @genericemobitch @urmostaverageegg @caninecolumbidae @captain0fcrows @demonusenjoyer @the-fallen-collective

Anyone can do it tho

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missing jj maybank more every day 😔

big sigh

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hii girlies !! i noticed im not coming here too often cause im depressed schools gonna open in september soooo how are you all ??

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my season one bb :’)

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⁺༝ ꒰ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིა ❤︎ ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺ mob!jj x angel!reader

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jj maybank or if we’re getting technical jackson john maybank. is the most feared and powerful man in town. dressed sharp. hair slicked. smoke seeping from between his lips which were turned into a smug smirk. he uses his power wisely, he’s mature and knowing. doesn’t mess when it comes to deals, he’s strict on his men, especially the newer members. rafe and john b are his most trusted. his best friends. the only ones who were allowed to his wedding. the only ones who can step foot inside of his home.

before he met his angel, women who would try to throw themselves on him were always shrugged off, he wasn’t looking for company, sex or a wife, he went home alone and he liked it that way. that was until that night, that fucking night in the diner, when he saw the walking angel herself, her smile bright like the sun on a hot summers day, her hair long and soft, flowing down her back like a waterfall. he decided right there in that moment that she was the only woman he’d ever have. he needed her. no, not just for her looks, but her softness, her elegance, the way she moved with such grace. he craved her.

and when he got her? he vowed that he’d never let anything harm her. the primal need to protect and love her is a natural instinct he has towards her. he wants her to not have to face anymore hardship than she already has. he wants to take all of it on for her, all the pain she’s ever felt, all of the trauma she carries, he’ll take it on with pleasure.

gabriella is his pride and joy. every year they get their picture taken, jj on his chair cigarette in hand, he’s dressed sharp like always, his hair slicked like always, his hand on his angels waist as she sits in front of him with gabriella on her knee. both in cute matching frilly dresses and shiny shoes on their feet, angel with a little heel on hers and gabriella’s with straps and frilly socks underneath, her hair is down with a pink headband pushing her hair out of her face, and a bright toothy grin causing her little chubby cheeks to puff out.

when the picture comes back jj gets it blown up, hanging it in the living room and keeping one in his wallet next to a photo from your wedding day. everyday when he gets home he stops at the door, watching you two, whatever you might be doing, cooking, baking, painting, playing. he watches just for a second, taking a mental picture, before joining.

his family is his everything, he knows deep down he’d be nothing without his girls. his beautiful girls.

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it’s kinda so sad seeing nobody posted a story for rudy’s birthday 😭 but im sure they probably texted from private

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s2 greasy bang Rafe, s3/4 buzz Rafe, and slutty ass mullet Drew

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he’s really the hottest man alive im not normal about this

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in my mind cat valentine and jj maybank are friends