#judd

[are-you-judd-enough]

Years of Splatoon did not sufficiently prepare me

[reareaotaku]

Judd & His Raccoons

Anonymous asked:

This might be a weird request.. but like yandere judd birch training his raccoons to follow and spy on you for him when he can't

You thought Judd's little raccoons were adorable. He used that to his advantage. He's usually not into girls who aren't punk/emo, but hey, what's wrong with trying something new?

Your eyes nearly light up as you pick up the complacent raccoon. "You're adorable, yes you are!" You try not to squeal as you look into his dark brown eyes.

Judd watches you from his bed. He'd rather not have the raccoon in his room, but if it kept you in his room, he was willing to sacrifice such a thing.

He also wasn't to pleased with how much attention you were giving the dumb creature, but when you sat on his bed, and laid out, your hair all over the bed, he decided he didn't mind it to much.

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You found it weird when seeing Raccoons outside of your work. You didn't even put two and two together who the raccoons could be. It also was strange when you notice they were wearing strange collars, almost looked like cameras, but the thought was ridiculous.

You got into your car, leaving work, when you noticed another Raccoon on the hood of your car. You stepped out, tilting your head, realizing that this was one of Judd's raccoon's. You only noticed, because he had a cut on his ear.

"Oh, poor thing. How did you get all the way out here?"

You pull up to Judd's house, before dropping the raccoon out in the back, where they usually liked to hang. As you were leaving, you ran into Judd. What a coincidence.

[golditale]

Marie & Judd wish you all a happy Splatoween!

[opal-owl-flight]

A mantra Ive been saying as of late bc I seem to be fighting harder foes now! (Or Im rusty)

Even if theres a huge lead to catch up to, or a minute left in the match-

Its not over til the bell rings!!

[dontaskgirl123]

"One of Judd's many masterpieces"

I couldn't resist drawing this, I saw it on Pinterest and said "this is Judd"

[dawntainbobbynash]

Why does it feel like I'm watching a jury debate someone's life?

You are.

[princesskenny1998]

Big Mouth | Judd Birch x f!reader ~ An Out

The music at the party is thumping so loud that you can feel it vibrating in your chest. You’re in the middle of the crowd, trying to keep yourself from blowing up, but it’s not working. Your now ex-boyfriend has been yelling at you for the last five minutes, trying to make excuses you’re not buying. He cheated, and you know it. When you told him you were done, he had the audacity to grab your arm, like he still had the right to touch you.

Without thinking twice, you tear your arm away and slap him hard across the face. The crack of your palm against his cheek cuts through the noise, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. Your ex stands there, stunned and red-faced, but you don’t care. You’ve had enough, and you’ve never felt so furious—or so powerful. It’s a rush, taking back control, even if your anger feels like it’s going to tear you apart.

What you don’t notice is Judd Birch, standing a few feet away, a drink in his hand and his dark eyes glued to you. He’s been leaning against the wall, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of amusement and fascination. He’s seen you around, of course, but he’s never seen this side of you before. Fiery, furious, in control. And for some reason, he finds it impossibly hot.

You’re storming off, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins when you notice him—Judd, with his intense stare, dark hair falling into his eyes, and that dangerous, aloof smile. It’s like he’s been waiting for you. The anger inside you hasn’t cooled down, and in that moment, something clicks. You want to feel good. You want to forget everything about tonight, and he’s standing right there, looking like the perfect escape.

Without thinking, you march straight up to him, meeting his smirk with a challenge in your eyes. “What the hell are you staring at?” you snap, but there’s no bite in your voice—just heat.

Judd’s lips curl up at the edges. “You, obviously,” he says, unbothered, taking a slow sip from his drink. He tilts his head, his gaze roaming over you with an intensity that makes your skin tingle. “You looked like you needed an out.”

Something wild sparks inside of you, and before you know what you’re doing, you grab the front of his leather jacket, pulling him down so you’re almost nose to nose. “Take me to your car,” you say, your voice low and demanding.

His eyes widen for a split second, surprise flickering across his face, but then that grin comes back—sharp and hungry. “Oh, I can do that,” he says, and you follow him out of the house, pushing through the throngs of party-goers without a second thought.

The air outside is cooler, but it does nothing to calm the heat burning inside you. Judd’s hand is wrapped around yours as he leads you to his car, parked a little way down the street, half-hidden in the shadows. He unlocks it quickly, yanking open the back door, and you’re pulling him inside before he even has a chance to turn around.

The car is dark, the only light spilling in from the streetlamps outside, and the air feels electric with the crackling energy between you. Judd shuts the door behind him, and before you can second-guess yourself, your lips crash against his. It’s not gentle—there’s nothing gentle about it. It’s rough and hungry and desperate, like you’re trying to pull all that anger and frustration out of your body and pour it into him.

Judd matches your intensity, his hands grabbing your waist, fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you onto his lap. You’re straddling him, the rough leather of his jacket cool against your palms, and he kisses you like he’s been waiting to do it for years—deep and intense, making you feel alive in a way that your ex never did. It’s hot, messy, and you don’t care about anything else but the way Judd is touching you, the way he’s pulling you closer as if he can’t get enough.

His hands slide under your shirt, skimming your skin with a gentleness you didn’t expect, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You moan into his mouth, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging just hard enough to make him groan. You can feel his breath hitch, and you love knowing that you’re affecting him as much as he’s affecting you.

“God, you’re… so fucking hot like this,” he mutters against your lips, his voice rough and low, like he’s barely keeping himself in check. You grind down against him, and he swears, his hands gripping your waist tighter, holding you in place.

The windows fog up quickly, the heat between you filling the confined space, but you don’t stop. You don’t want to. Every touch, every kiss, every desperate pull of your bodies together makes you feel more alive, more wanted, more you than you have in a long time. Judd’s mouth is everywhere—your lips, your neck, your collarbone—and you feel like you’re on fire, the frustration and fury from earlier dissolving into pure, unadulterated desire as you bounce on his lap, burying him inside you again and again..

You’ve lost track of time when you finally pull back, gasping for breath, your forehead resting against his. His chest is heaving, and you can see the way his eyes are blown wide with a mix of lust and wonder, like he can’t quite believe what just happened. Your hands are still on his shoulders, and his fingers are tracing lazy circles on your hips, holding you close like he doesn’t want to let go.

“Feel better?” he asks, a teasing grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, but there’s something softer in his eyes—something almost gentle.

You laugh, breathless and exhilarated, your anger completely gone. “So much better,” you admit, leaning in to kiss him one last time, slower, savoring the taste of him now that the frenzy has passed.

Judd’s arms tighten around you, and for a moment, you just stay there in the dark, tangled up in each other in the backseat of his car, the party and your cheating ex-boyfriend the furthest things from your mind.