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anymore judd fics in the works??? i loved your other stories about him 🫶

Thank youu. I do have 1 fic in the work, since I got another ask for jealous!Judd. If you have any ideas on what you'd like feel free to send an ask and I'll do my best to give you what you'd like!! The only problem is that I'm very much in a writer's block right now and have little to no motivation </3 I'm in a slump. Obviously I'm on my holiday now and I'd love to start writing more, especially now that the new Big Mouth season is out (which I definitely didn't cry to at the end). But, I'll have to see if some motivation comes to me..

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Hiii!

I rewatched Big mouth season Six, and seeing Elioth Dad's and how he make his relationship with Diane strained, made me think of how innocent Reader would be uncomfortable and didn't want to be in the birch house with Judd's grandpa there 🫂

What do You think of Judd and his grandpa dynamic? I really love how You write him🫶

I think that Judd finds his grandpa funny sometimes.

Judd's a sucker for funny insults, whether they're directed at him, his friends, or even his family.

Though, the moment he knows they're making you uncomfortable? That's a different story. He can handle the insults, he knows that he can, and he knows his family doesn't take them to heart either. But you? Sweet, innocent you? Lovely, sensitive you, who could do no wrong in his eyes? Well, he can’t have that.

Judd’s a fan of violence, and well, so is his Grandpa. Maybe Judd’s not big on the ‘nipple twisting’ gig, but he’s definitely a fan of the tension it brings to the house. He finds it amusing how riled up his dad gets, and well, he enjoys seeing Nick squirm too, with his father and grandpa’s focus on him. Judd and his Grandpa get along on a surface level.

But, it’s not like Judd cares for his company. He couldn’t care less whether his Grandpa stays or goes… Either way, Judd’s usually alone in his room when he’s home, so he doesn’t have to worry about his grandpa’s controversial personality.

That is, until you come over.

Maybe you’d be having dinner with the family, and his grandpa makes a comment about how timid and quiet you are, how painfully shy you can be. And well, Judd knows how insecure you can get. He can tell from then on that you’re uncomfortable, even quieter than you usually would be. He hates that. For the time being, he’d simply tell the old man to shut up, maybe hold his knife in a ‘threatening’ way. Of course, his grandpa couldn’t care less.

He continues to make comments throughout dinner, and Judd has to do his best to keep some control. If it wasn’t for your sake, he would’ve jumped across the table hours ago and knocked the old man out, even worse than his father had. But he knew you wouldn’t appreciate that, knew it’d only make you feel worse.

Instead, he whisked you up to his room the moment dinner was over. He was always clingy with you when nobody else was around, but even more so now. His hands didn’t leave your body, and he spent hours worshipping you, letting you know how much he loved you, no matter how shy or timid you were. Those were some of his favourite things about you! Judd has never been good with words, usually relying on his actions to communicate, so that’s what he did.

Of course, he did his best to speak with you, asking if you were alright, coaxing you into communicating with him. But when you were like this, you seemed to just shut down; you didn’t want to come between him and his grandpa.

So, you stopped coming around so much. You’d come up with an excuse whenever he invited you over, insist he came over to your house instead. That broke his heart. The last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable in his home. You were best friends with his sister, you even loved his overbearing parents and ass-hole little brother. You’d integrated yourself into their family, and now his Grandpa was pushing you away.

Judd… He wasn’t the kind of person to just sit back and let others ruin everything he’d worked for. It had taken a lot of work to get you out of your shell, to get you to warm up to not only him but his family too.

So maybe his raccoon’s had randomly started sneaking into his grandpa’s room, tearing up what little possessions he had and even leaving the old man with some scratches of his own every now and then. And maybe Judd had started coming up with all kinds of plans for how to get rid of the old man. He had plenty of ideas, but a lot of them weren’t legal, and he didn’t plan on going to prison. At least, not this early on in his life. The very day his grandfather had left, he'd made sure to invite you over. You'd been somewhat weary at first, timid and silent. But, after a while around his parents, there was a limit to how quiet you could really be. You were comfortable again soon enough, the dynamic returning to the way it had been before. Everything in his world was right again, and he couldn't be happier, even if he doesn't really show it on his face.

This isn't very good, but I'm really struggling with any writing motivation now. I WANT to write, especially now that the new/final season of Big Mouth is out and everybody has interest in Judd again, but I've just really hit a block </3

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First year of uni over… Now have a 3-4 month holiday ahead of me. MIGHT be time to start writing.

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JAYBIN

Open for a surprise!!! 😎🤩💐💐

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Excluding the crucial fact that office jobs pay you an income….if staying home to raise children and do chores and bake bread was really so much easier and more joyful than working in an office on some objective level, why aren’t men doing it? Why aren’t they chomping at the bit to be ~leisurely house husbands~ to a working wife? Why aren’t they stepping up to depend solely on someone else’s income in exchange for round-the-clock domestic labor, if it’s really as blissful and their propaganda suggests? Curious.

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they are SO DISRESPECTFUL omg

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New girl universe except Dick Grayson is Schmidt, Jason Todd is Nick and Roy Harper is Winston. Reader is of course Jess, and Kori is Cece. I don’t make the rules.

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Batfamily reunion, kinda ?

Not my idea: https://x.com/tocartss/status/1897135638438404416?s=46&t=zkCvxQnVoZvDMu4v7483qg

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when jason biggest lover boy todd become a 'bad boy'? this man is a yearner. he knows everything from your favorite color to your preferred temperature. He makes your favorite food on your bad days and leaves you little notes about the things he loves about you (he does this even on the days that aren't bad, he just wants you to know that he loves you). even though he's in a stable relationship, he would still get shy and have butterflies in his stomach when he's around you because he thinks you're simply amazing and can't believe that out of all the people you chose him to love. He wakes up in the middle of the night, nightmares tormenting him, but this time it's not about his death, no, his nightmare now is seeing you leaving, because for Jason that's worse than death.

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Redhood again

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PSA: never discuss private affairs in your DMs, especially contraception and abortion. Social media moguls will absolutely sell you out to the government. There are already cases of people being charged based on evidence in their DMs.

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never let me go.

PART ONE ➺ series masterlist

[jason todd x reader]

summary — you’ve returned to gotham after a few years away, having left as soon as you could to escape the constant reminders of your deceased best friend, jason todd. you expected to be haunted by the ghost of him the minute you stepped foot in the city, but certainly not like this — the city you call home has much more in store than you could have imagined. warnings — childhood best friends to lovers, mentions of death + mourning, angst a/n; my first jason series! i hope you guys like it and please let me know your thoughts! <3

You step out of the revolving doors of Wayne Enterprises, grimacing as you leave the sweet kiss of air conditioning blowing on your face to step into the suffocating August heat.

The humidity turns the whole city of Gotham into a pressure cooker, warm air sinking into the pavement and rising from the streets in thick waves like something sentient as it clings to your skin. Each inhale you take is more stifling than the last, the scents of gasoline, hot metal, the occasional waft of something fried from a street cart dizzying you.

Wayne Tower looms tall behind you, its glass windows tinted gold in the dying sunlight that cast you in a warm glow as you leave for the evening. Your work day is over, but the streets are still restless, businessmen bustling around trying to hail cabs, couples weaving through the foot traffic, kids running from their parents’ grasps.

You adjust the strap of your tote bag and start walking, the sound of your heels clicking against the sidewalk getting lost under the city’s constant hum.

The air smells like rain, even thought the sky is clear, just streaked with the last bruised colours of a sunset. It’ll storm soon, you think, squinting at the sky. Gotham in August always storms.

You walk faster, eager to get home and nearly bump into a couple of teenagers loitering outside a bodega. The neon glow of the sign flickers and spills onto the sidewalk, casting them in a sickly green hue. The glass doors swing open and shut as customers come and go, but the teens are laughing quietly, heads inclined towards each other and paying no mind to anyone else.

One of them nudges the other with an exaggerated shove, nearly sending them off the curb. It’s careless, completely normal. And yet you find yourself feeling suddenly hollow inside.

You snap out of it when they start walking, barely sidestepping in time to avoid colliding with the girl.

“Shit, sorry,” she mutters, stuffing a crinkled bag of chips into her hoodie pocket.

“No worries,” you reply automatically, but something in the scene pulls at you, holding you for a beat too long. The girl gives you a once over, her gaze lingering on your work attire — you don’t look like you belong here. She raises her brows, before turning away to join her friend.

The easy way they stand together, the teasing and the unspoken promise that they have each other’s back is clear as day with the way they angle themselves towards each other as they walk.

You want to open your mouth and tell them you once sat exactly where they’re hanging out, wearing clothes the complete opposite of the sleek pantsuit that’s basically become your uniform this last year. Using watermelon lip gloss and smudgy eyeliner instead of the sophisticated neutral tones that now make you look softer, unassuming.

Instead, you turn on your heal and continue to walk the familiar path home, lost in thought.

You’re fourteen, sitting on the curb outside the same bodega, nursing a stolen Coke between your hands. Jason is next to you, one leg stretched onto the sidewalk, the other bent up to rest his arm over his knee. He’s grinning, breathless and there’s a fresh scrape on his cheek from the chase.

“You should’ve seen your face,” he laughs, reaching over to shove at your shoulder. “I swear, I thought you were going to trip and eat the pavement.”

You glare at him, but can’t help the smile forming on your own face. “I wouldn’t have had to run if you hadn’t mouthed off to that guy.”

Jason simply shrugs, expression smug. “He was being a dick. You know I can’t let that slide.”

You shake your head, taking a sip of your Coke. It’s warm now, borderline flat, but it tastes like victory. The city hums around you, cars speeding past, the distant wail of sirens. The radio inside the bodega is playing something old and crackly and you sigh.

Jason leans back on his hands and tilts his head at you. “We’re gonna get out of here someday, y’know.”

“Yeah?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “Where to?”

“Anywhere,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world for two teenagers with no money. “Paris. London. Some random island where nobody knows our names.”

“‘Cause everyone knows who we are right now,” you quip back.

He nudges your sneaker with his own. “We’ll be big shots. No more scraping by. No more running from guys twice our size. Well. My size. Thrice yours.”

You snort, letting that one go. The way he says it makes you want to believe it.

You lean back beside him, staring up at the night sky, barely visible with the haze of light pollution. “Being the smarter one, I think I should get to pick the first destination.”

“Deal,” Jason says, tugging on a strand of your hair and laughing it off when you swat his hand away. He swipes the Coke from your hands and takes a large swig. “Goodbye, Gotham.”

You rest your head on his shoulder and drop your voice to a whisper, almost like you’re making a wish, “Goodbye, Gotham.”

The sound of a car horn jolts you back. A cab driver is swearing at you for not looking at where you’re going, but you’re letting the words roll off your back, the phantom of Jason’s voice still lingering in your mind.

He’s gone now and you’re still here, because Gotham doesn’t let people go. Not that easily.

Bruce doesn’t ask you why you live near Crime Alley anymore. Dick doesn’t hound you about moving to a much nicer area every time he sees you — God knows you can afford it now, with the broke college student life well behind you. Even in an area as shitty as this, your apartment is a lot bigger than the one you had in New York during college.

Tim will still occasionally send you links to available apartments much nearer to Wayne Tower, but you don’t expect him to understand. He knows you grew up here, but he didn’t know you back then. He doesn’t know that you can navigate the area like the back of your hand and that you practically feel separation anxiety. You just tell him it’s easier to do your job as Wayne Enterprises’ Philanthropy and Outreach coordinator if you’re living in an area you’re actively trying to help.

It’s ridiculous, but you can’t sleep without the background noise that doesn’t come with the territory of a nice neighbourhood. Every time you visit your mom in her new place, you get antsy after half an hour and it’s not like she’s living in a mansion or anything.

You’re thankful you were able to get her out of working multiple jobs to make ends meet, and that Bruce was able to find her a much nicer position in one of his offices. Call it his guilty conscience, but you’re certainly not complaining.

You don’t talk about Jason with him, but he knows it’s one of the reasons you stay where you are. He knows you feel a similar sense of survivor’s guilt and that it keeps you staying in an apartment where the weekly rent is less than the cost of your work heels. An apartment where the keys get jammed into the lock every time you try to open the damn door.

Once you’re in, you drop your bag at the door and toe off your heels, with a sigh. The apartment is quiet, the way it always is. You should eat something. Maybe shower. Maybe call your mom back.

You open your fridge instead. It’s half empty, unsurprisingly, but it’s not until you scan the shelves that you realise you’re out of milk and cold brew. And, now that you’re thinking about it, anything that could be considered dinner.

For a second, you debate it. The bodega right downstairs is closed, and the only place open this light is a 24-hour convenience store a few blocks over. You could just deal with it in the morning, but the thought of starting the day without caffeine is enough to have you grabbing your keys and slipping on your sneakers.

The night air is thick and humid, and you find yourself grateful for the light rain spitting on your face and cooling you down. Thankfully, the convenience store is empty, save for Mr Ruiz, the old man who runs the place, who sits behind the counter, flipping through a newspaper. He looks up when the bell chimes.

“Late night, sweetheart?” he asks kindly, too used to your visits.

“Something like that,” you say, grabbing some coffee, milk and a pack of ramen for good measure. You pause for a second before grabbing some chocolate too.

As you set the things down on the counter, Mr Ruiz shakes his head. “You be careful walking home, alright? Some punks started trouble just outside here earlier. Nasty fight.”

“I’m always careful,” you brush him off, undeterred, fingers brushing over the taser in your pocket as you reach for your wallet. Jason had given it to you in the first year of becoming Robin. Tim has had to spruce it up a bit for you since, to make sure it still works. It probably works a little too good now, but at least you feel better walking the streets at night.

“Swiped it from the Batcave. B’s got a whole stash of them, he won’t miss one. Just zap and run, alright?”

You just laugh — it seems a little overkill. But Jason just crosses his arms, eyes turning serious for once. “Just take it. Please?”

“Alright, chill,” you say, rolling your eyes and gingerly plucking it from his hands and he visibly relaxes. “I doubt I’ll even need it. I have Batman and Robin under my belt now, don’t I?”

His smile falters for just a second. “Yeah, well. I can’t always be around, y’know?”

You raise a brow at him. “Could’ve fooled me. You’ve been at my house every day this past week.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he huffs out a laugh but it doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “I’m always patrolling with B now, sure. But… you know it’s dangerous shit, right? Anything could happen.”

You frown, unsettled by his words for a beat before shuffling closer and flicking his forehead. He makes a startled noise and you smirk, leaning back against your bed, fiddling around with the taser. “Not to you, stupid. You’re always gonna be around to annoy me.”

“It’s a good thing Hood was around tonight,” Mr Ruiz says, bringing you back to the moment.

“Hood?” You blink, opening up your wallet.

He gives you a look like you’ve just asked him who Batman is. “Red Hood. Guy with the mean looking helmet? Ain’t afraid to get a little rough?”

The more you think about it, you have heard his name before, probably on the news. You don’t tend to spend as much time in your own neighbourhood, considering how busy you are with work. And you haven’t been back from college for long enough to be familiar with as many Gotham vigilantes beyond Bruce and co. At this point, there are so many running around the city, it’s hard to keep track.

“Yeah, sure. That guy,” you say, handing him a bill and nodding. “Good to know.”

Mr Ruiz shakes his head at you, bagging your things. “Just be careful. It’s Gotham.”

You nod, having heard those words a million times before and you offer him a smile before heading back outside.

Whatever happened earlier seems to have disappeared, the street completely empty. No signs of a fight, no lingering trouble. Just the flickering street lamp, the distant yells from a domestic dispute in some nearby apartment and that too familiar feeling — that someone is watching you.

Your fingers tighten around the taser in your pocket.

But when you glance up at the rooftop, as always, there’s nothing there. Just the city skyline stretching endlessly above you.

© angelfic. 2025

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need me some more judd pretty pls

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୨୧ includes — fem!reader, afab!reader, mature content, p in v, oral (f! receiving), jealousy, fingering, ooc!judd, terrible writing, MDNI

a continuation of my other 2 Judd posts with innocent!shy!reader. not in the same order as the og scene in the show just for the purpose of the fic.

please have some grace. I stayed awake all night writing this whilst trying to fix my sleep schedule for my lecture monday x

— Judd loves his younger siblings, as hard as that may be to believe. He’s always been protective over Leah and Nick; only he got to make fun of them. However, a lot of the time, they do things that really piss him off. Whether it be Nick hitting on you, or Leah throwing a slumber party with her overly loud and clingy friends, as she was doing now, his brother and sister really knew how to annoy him.

Currently, he was laid on his bed, a pillow shoved over his face as he did his best to drown out the excessive giggling coming from Leah’s room. If there was one thing that really got to him, it was overly loud people. Why couldn’t they just speak at a normal volume? They wouldn’t speak at all if it were up to Judd, but he’d accept anything lower than the volume they were at right now. He despised his sister’s peppy attitude and overly-optimistic way of thinking, which, unluckily for him considering the situation, she shared with a lot of her friends.

You were supposed to be coming over tonight, so at least that gave him one thing to look forward to. The two of you had been ‘seeing each other’ for a three or four months by now, and in all honesty, Judd was loving it. He couldn’t get enough of you, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. He was all over you, every second he could be. Whether it was at his house, at school, when you were getting lunch at your favourite cafe, he didn’t care. If he wanted you, he was gonna have you. In all honesty, Judd considered you his girlfriend by now, even though he’d never actually used the word.

He’d never been in a real relationship before, only ever having a few girls he’d sleep with when he needed the relief. But it was different with you, he wanted to be around you, enjoyed your company. He’d never experienced that with anybody before. He was used to the comfortable routine of sleeping with someone and completely blanking them the next day. He could never do that to you, he wouldn't even dream of it. Maybe it was laughable, the fact he was known throughout school for his rebellious attitude, yet he'd wound up falling for one of the best behaved girls in town. He didn't care enough to think about it that much, though. All he knew was that he liked you, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you around.

It wasn't long before he heard a familiar ring tone from his phone, a small grin gracing his lips as he grabbed it and saw your name on the screen, along with a photo he'd taken of you asleep in his bed. He'd been tempted to change it, especially when Leah and Nick had first seen it and relentlessly teased him for 'being a sap', but the sight of that sleepy smile on your face stopped him every time. He'd answer the call without second thought, already knowing you were outside.

"How many times do I need to tell you to just use the doorbell like a normal person?" He'd growl down the phone, doing his best to act annoyed, though you knew he was anything but. In fact, he was actually extremely excited at the prospect of getting to spend time with you.

"I don't wanna disturb your family." You'd argue back, sweet, gentle voice coming through somewhat robotic on his phones speaker. He could only scoff, shaking his head as he all but ran down the stairs and opened the door. The moment his eyes met yours, he was pulling you inside, wrapping an arm over your shoulders and beginning to guide you towards the stairs that led to his bedroom. Though, he'd never been the luckiest person in the world, and the two of you were spotted before he could whisk you away.

"(y/n)!" Elliot would exclaim, throwing his arms up into the air as he made his way over, Diane close behind. The older couple would give you the same welcoming smiles that they always did, pulling you into a warm hug and asking how you'd been. Judd was unsure how he felt about the fact you got along so well with his family. On one hand, it was frustrating. He'd do anything to just be able to rush you upstairs and have his way with you without any interruption. But on the other, he couldn't deny the way his heart ached at the sight of you laughing with his sister and mother, or helping his dad out in the kitchen. You seemed to slot yourself into their dynamic with such ease, as if you belonged. The idea was sweet. Not that he'd dare voice that thought aloud. At least, not this early in the relationship.

"Judd didn't tell us you were coming over." Diane would hum, eyeing her eldest child with a look of annoyance. His mother wasn't a fan of how he tried to hide you away. It wasn't like he was ashamed of being with you, the mere idea of that was laughable. He simply wasn't a fan of his entire family knowing what he was getting up to in his spare time. Especially when it came to his activities in the bedroom. Besides, he wanted to save you at least some of your dignity.

"Oh, it was kind of a last minute decision." You'd explain, though that wasn't true at all. Every time you left Judd's company, he'd make sure to create plans for when you'd next hang out. He didn't like last minute decisions, and he wanted to ensure there would always be a definite time for him to see you. He craved your company in a way he'd never experienced, and so, he didn't like the idea of going without it for too long.

"That's no problem. We'll set a place for you at dinner right next to Judd-y." Elliot would nod, smiling down at you. Though, Judd was quick to intervene.

"No need. We'll eat in my room. I don't need Leah and her friends sending (y/n) deaf." He'd roll his eyes, tightening his grip around your shoulder, hand running along your arm affectionately. He'd never imagined himself to be a physically affectionate person until he met you, but he just couldn't seem to get enough.

"Don't be rude, Judd." Diane would chastise, despite the small smirk that rested on her lips. Even she had to admit that her daughters friends spoke in a tone too high pitched to be natural. "You know how important family dinner is to your father." Elliot would simply shake his head, patting his wife's back.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure these two just want as much time together as they can get. I remember when we were like that. I couldn't keep my hands off of you when we first got together." The older man would sigh lovingly as he stared at his wife, bringing her closer by the waist. Diane would chuckle under her breathe, grinning.

"You're still like that now." She'd note, causing Judd to hold himself back from gagging. He was used to his parents open-nature when it came to anything surrounding the subject of sex and physical intimacy, but he'd rather they didn't freak you out with it.

"Right, well, we'll be going." He'd grumble, successfully guiding you up the stairs this time. He was quick to shove you into his room, shutting the door once he was inside with you.

"I think it's sweet how your parents are still so in love, I mean-" You were cut off by Judd slamming your back against the bedroom door and practically shoving his tongue down your throat. He didn't want to talk about his parents right now. He'd been thinking about you all day, ever since he'd first woken up to a painful hard on with nothing but the thought of you on his mind.

"Stop talking about them." He'd grumble against your lips, his knee moving to slot between your legs and rub against your crotch. Instantly, a breathless moan escaped you, causing him to grin. He'd never get used to just how reactive you were to his touch. Just the pretty noises you made were enough to have him straining against his pants.

One of his hands would move to rest against the back of your head, fingers weaving into your hair and guiding your head ever so slightly back. Slowly pulling back from the kiss, a thin strand of saliva would form between your lips, a smug grin pulling at his mouth. Those wide doe eyes of yours would never fail to make his heart thump in his chest.

"You miss me?" He'd ask, nosing at your cheek before beginning to trail kisses along your jaw. Maybe the question made him sound needy, pathetic even, but he couldn't help it. "I missed you." He'd admit, kisses moving down to your neck now, quickly finding that one spot that had your head leaning back and hips gliding over his leg. His tongue would run over the skin, before he bit down gently, humming at your salty taste. "Know how many times I fucked my fist thinking 'bout you this morning?" He'd all but growl.

"Judd..." You'd sigh, tilting your head to the side as if to offer up more skin for his mouth to attach to. Though, you quickly froze up when you heard the loud laughter coming from the direction of Leah's room. Judd could only groan, continuing to bury his face into your neck and assault your soft skin with his mouth. "They're g'nna hear us." You'd whimper, his hips rolling against your lower belly.

"Don't give a shit." He'd huff out, shaking his head as his hands began to slide under your shirt, thumbs running under the wire of your bra. Instinctively, you'd press your chest further into his touch, arching your back in the process. He'd grin to himself. "Let them hear." He really couldn't care less if Leah and her little friends heard him fucking you. They were allowed to be as loud as they wanted and disturb his peace, so now he'd disturb theirs.

"But-" You'd choke out the singular word, cut off by how his hands slid beneath your bra and cupped your breasts. He'd quickly get to work, pinching at your nipples and rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. God, he could play with your pretty tits all day if you let him. He'd worship every part of your body for as long as possible.

"Just shut up." He'd bite out, pulling back to glare down at you. It wasn't a mean glare, but one of lust and need. He craved you, needed you in every possible way he could have you. "Don't you wanna make me feel good, huh? Just ignore them and focus on me. Gonna make us both feel so good, baby." He'd mumble into the curve of your jaw, hands sliding down to your waist and beginning to undo the button of your jeans. You seemed to finally give in, nodding and helping him pull down the offending clothing.

As he yanked them down your legs, he'd sink onto his knees, staring up at you as he did so. His lips would travel over your thighs, pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin every now and then. He'd help you step out of the jeans, leaving you in a pair of pretty navy panties. His fingers would trail affectionately over the lacy material, groaning under his breath as he toyed with the edges.

"So pretty like this, baby." He'd murmur into your skin, pressing another kiss to your inner thigh, hearing you whimper in response. His hands would move back to cup your ass, groping at the flesh as his kisses moved up to your heat. He'd press a gentle kiss to the front of your panties, grinning when your hips jolted forward, chasing him as he pulled away. You were so damn desperate, no matter how many times he had his way with you. Every time was like the first.

"Judd." You'd groan out, one of your hands moving through his hair this time, yanking on it so that his gaze met yours once again. You were frustrated, that much was obvious. "Just want you. Now." You'd whisper.

He wasted no time in rising to his feet again, pulling down his own pyjama pants as he did so. He never wore underwear underneath; that was something you'd learnt pretty early on. You'd almost moan at the sight of his length, a bead of pre already leaking from the pink tip. You couldn't stop yourself from running your thumb over it and bringing it up to your lips, causing Judd to groan in response. You were so damn hot without even trying to be.

With that, his hands would grab at the back of your thighs, arms working to lift you up into his hold and wrap your legs around his waist. Your back remained pressed into the door, and his fingers would waste no time in pushing your panties to the side. A low hum rumbled at the back of his throat as he ran his shaft through your folds a couple of times, lubing himself up with your arousal. Then, as if the two of you were running out of time, he'd press himself into you to the hilt, groaning as he rested there. You'd cry and claw at him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, one hand lost in his hair.

You'd breathe in slow unison, both doing your best to catch your breath and relax. It wasn't often you went straight into it like this, Judd always preferred to play about with you a bit first. But, who was he to deny you when you sounded all whiny and looked at him with those big, pleading eyes of yours? He was weak for you, and he made no attempt to hide it. He'd give you a few moments to get used to the size of him, feeling your velvety walls clench around him and holding himself back from just pounding into you.

Soft hands would play with his hair, and your lips would press to his cheek. He took that as a sign to move, and so, he did. His hips would roll up into yours, making sure to go slowly at first, allowing you to feel just how deep he could reach at this angle. You'd whine and mewl in his ear, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck, breathless pants escaping him. You were so tight, so warm, so perfect. His hands remained resting on your ass, fingers flexing as he groaned into your skin.

"That's it... That's all you wanted, huh? All you ever want, hm? Such a slut for me." He'd murmur, feeling you nod in response, eyes squeezed shut. Slowly, his hips were beginning to pick up the pace, his own need to feel you overwhelming him. "You like that? Like feeling how deep I can go?" He'd continue to ramble, slowly moving to push one of your legs up to your chest until it hooked over his shoulder. You'd whine out, throwing your head back. He was even deeper now.

"God, Judd, feels good... So full." You'd moan weakly, head tilting to the side, jaw hanging open. All kinds of small sounds continued to pour from your lips, and he'd do his best to memorise every single one. His forehead would press against yours, gaze never daring to glance away from your own. He loved watching you fall apart for him, loved seeing just how much he affected you.

"Yeah? You like that?" He'd hum, grinning sadistically as he once again picked up the pace. He was practically slamming into you now, his own body keeping you pressed to the door as his hips pounded into your own. The door would creak with each movement, and he was sure just about anybody in the house would be able to hear your loud moans now, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. The only thing on his mind was feeling you cum around him, and so, that was what he continued to work towards.

"Judd..." You'd stutter out between sob-like moans, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes, hands travelling up to cup either side of his face. He'd turn to press a quick kiss to the palm of your hand before going back to focusing on his ruthless pace. That familiar coil was forming in your belly, and you knew you wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Your head was spinning, and you could feel hot tears of pleasure cascading down your cheeks. He was pounding into you so deeply, hitting all the right spots that made your toes curl and back arch. "Fuck, Judd." You'd babble, glancing down at where your bodies connected, seeing how he moved in and out of you with such ease.

Though, he was quick to steal your attention, nudging his forehead against your own and huffing out. "Eyes on me." He'd murmur. "Wanna see your eyes when I make you cum." You could only whimper in response, brows furrowing as he chased your orgasm. With just a few more harsh strokes, your legs would begin to shake, and that familiar feeling of white, hot, pleasure would come down upon you. You'd let out a loud cry, and he'd gasp, picking up his pace yet again. It wasn't long until he was reaching his own breaking point, feeling himself spill inside of you, eyes still holding your gaze. There was something so intimate and loving about the way he stared at you, the way he handled you with such gentleness.

The two of you would stay in place for a while, continuing to stare at one another, breath mingling together as one. He'd lean into your touch on his face, momentarily allowing his eyes to close now as he regained his strength. His hands would slowly massage your trembling thighs, helping you to calm down, relax. A low sigh would escape him before he began to pull himself out of you, moaning as he did. With that, he'd carry you over to the bed, placing you into it with gentle care.

"You okay?" He'd hum, leaning down to brush some hair from your face. His eyes held nothing but care and affection in them, his touch tender. You'd nod, panting and chasing his touch, causing him to grin. "Let me get a cloth for you." He'd grumble, reluctantly pulling away to begin cleaning you up.

The process wasn't long, and he was in bed with you in no time, arms wrapped around you, holding you to his chest. He loved being able to just hold you and relax with you like this, the two of you simply existing with one another, appreciating each others company. These were his favourite moments, the ones where all he could hear was the sound of your light breathing, and all he could feel was your body against his. Of course, the moment couldn't last, and before long it was interrupted by his brother opening his bedroom door.

"Judd, mum says you need to come down for dinner-" Nick was cut off by the sight of the you laid across Judd's chest. His face would grow a deep shade of red, eyes wide. Soon enough, his pervy little friend was stood behind him, also taking in the view. The two boys would simply freeze, eyeing up the sleeping girl in his bed.

He was quick to act, grabbing hold of a pillow and throwing it in their direction, pulling up the blankets so that no part of you was on view to them. He'd die before he let Nick and his freaky friend get a look at any part of you belonging to him. Those kinds of views were for his eyes only.

"Get the fuck out!" He'd yell, pushing you gently off of his chest and sitting up to cover you with his own body. The boys would yelp and run away when they saw Judd sit up, slamming the door shut as they left. Though he was glad they were gone, he could feel you beginning to stir beside him. He'd kill them later for waking you up.

"What is it?" You'd huff out, rubbing at your eyes and leaning up. Judd would run a hand over your arm, smiling at the sight of you so groggy from your power nap.

"Dinner." He'd huff out. "I'll go down and get you a plate, yeah? You stay here." He'd insist, though you seemed to have other plans, shaking your head and slowly moving to sit up.

"No, we should eat with your family, don't wanna be rude." You'd mumble, fixing your hair and slowly crawling out of his bed on shaky legs. He'd groan, not only at the idea of having to sit through dinner with his family, but also at the thought of not being able to just lay in bed with you for a little while longer.

He'd helped you get dressed into a pair of his jogging bottoms and an oversized shirt, before beginning to guide you downstairs. He'd grin proudly to himself when he noticed the shake in your legs as you came down the stairs, but you were quick to slap at his chest, causing him to huff.

His parents would give him knowing looks as the two of you entered the dining room and he pulled out a chair for you, but he'd choose to ignore them, focusing on you instead. You gave him that sweet smile that never failed to make his heart flutter, before taking a seat and allowing him to push you in. As he moved to his seat beside you, he'd finally notice Leah's friends who were sat at the table, greeting him and completely disregarding your presence.

"Hey Judd.."

"Hi..."

"Wanna watch me eat a sausage?"

Judd could feel bile raise in his throat, but he did well to just roll his eyes and ignore them, biting back an insult that he knew both you and his mum would tell him off for. Leah would glare at her friends and give them a look of warning, which they seemed to completely ignore.

You, on the other hand, didn't find it so easy to ignore their flirtatious tones. It was uncomfortable to hear other girls openly flirt with the guy you were sleeping with, of course it was. And, to make matters worse, it wasn't exactly a secret that you were sleeping with him; you were in his house, wearing his clothes and eating a meal his parents had made (not to mention the fact they'd most definitely heard him having his way with you less than an hour ago). Yet, despite all of that, they continued to flirt with him like you weren't even in the room.

Neither you or Judd had brought up the topic of a relationship in the last few months. Things were good as they were, and the two of you were comfortable in the little routine you'd created. You had no idea what his thoughts were, but you'd most definitely begun to fall for him. Your heart slammed against your ribcage every-time you caught him so much as look in your direction at school, cheeks growing hot whenever his shoulder grazed yours in the halls. The sex was great, no doubt, but you wanted more than just that. You enjoyed his company, craved it. You wanted to be able to spend time with him without using the excuse of wanting a good fuck. Not that you'd ever bring it up to him. As far as you knew, you were nothing but a way to get off for him. Sure, he spoke to you sweetly and gave you better treatment than you ever thought he was capable of, but what if that was just how he was with every girl he slept with? He could be a gentleman and still keep his reputation of an asshole.

Whilst you zoned out, Judd would take it upon himself to grab hold of your plate and begin to place food onto it. As he did so, he could feel Leah's stare on him, causing his natural frown to grow deeper. He already knew she had something to ask.

"Um, hey, Judd..." She'd say as sweetly as possible, staring at her older brother with a look of hope. He was already bored of whatever this was.

"Whatever it is, fuck off." He didn't even glance in her direction, making sure to give you an extra scoop of the potatoes he knew you loved. Then, he was sliding the plate in front of you, grabbing his own plate and scooping on just about the same thing he'd given you.

"Oh, come on! I just want you to text your hook-up in the city and, like, buy us some mushrooms tomorrow." She'd plead, holding her hands to her chest as if to look somewhat innocent. It was ironic, considering she'd just asked for drugs.

"Yeah, we wanna get high and figure out if we're actually friends." One of her friends would chime in, writhing in her seat in an attempt to look cute. Judd didn't even bother glancing in their direction.

"Please? We'll pay you double." Leah would add on, which seemed to finally convince him.

"Fine. I'm saving up for a pressure cooker." He'd grumble, placing his own plate in front of himself and shoving some chicken into his mouth.

The group of girls seemed to light up upon hearing his agreement, cheering amongst themselves and smiling brightly at him like he was God's greatest gift. Just the way they ogled him was enough to have you shuffling in your seat, feeling a strange possessiveness build up inside of you. You weren't used to this; you'd never been jealous over a person. Were you being pathetic? Would he laugh at you if he knew you were feeling this way? Probably.

"You're our hero, Judd." A brunette girl would sigh.

"I love you, like, for real." Another would chime in, sending Judd a look of pure adoration.

"Gabrielle!" Leah would exclaim, sending her friend a look of disapproval.

"What? Your brother's hot!" The girl would defend herself, causing your face to scrunch up as you did your best to focus on the food in front of you rather than their conversation. Judd seemed to ignore them with such ease, why couldn't you?

"Seriously, he's such a badass." Another would murmur, eyeing him up like a piece of meat. It just didn't sit right with you. Everyone at school was always too scared of Judd to approach him, you'd never expected girls to fawn over him like this.

As if noticing your distress, Judd would glance at you out of the corner of his eyes, taking in the way you stabbed at the meat on your plate. His hand would move to run along your leg, before he affectionately squeezed your thigh, brows ever so slightly raised, silently asking if you were alright.

You couldn't tell him that the way they spoke about him upset you. He'd probably panic about the fact you were clearly growing feelings for him and kick you out. So, you just smiled and continued to eat, leaving him to watch you in confusion.

"Exciting, the Birch house, isn't it?" Nick's barely moustached friend, Andrew, would sigh, eyes trained on you. Judd's gaze would sharpen when he saw how the two boys were looking at you, knuckles turning white from how tightly he clutched at his knife and fork.

"Don't talk to her, you little shit." He'd grunt out, giving Andrew a deadly stare that had the smaller boy shrinking back in his seat. You'd turn to Judd, shaking your head as if to tell him to stop scaring the kid. He'd huff, subtly moving his chair closer to yours, knee brushing your own. He had no doubt the creepy teen would be having wet dreams about you later, and that made his stomach turn.

"You wanna come with me tomorrow?" Judd would hum as he ate, tone low, eyes glancing at you every now and then, trying to gauge your reaction. You'd freeze for a moment, turning to him. He'd never really asked you to hang out like that. At least, not anywhere that wasn't at school or his house. Going out with him like that would be new. "To get the 'shrooms for Leah and her pack of crows." He'd nod his head over to the lively girls, as if you'd been confused by what he meant.

"Yeah, 'course." You'd smile in return, nodding. Though, you still felt a slight discomfort in your stomach. The flirty glances Leah's friends continued to send Judd didn't go unnoticed by you, and you weren't sure how much longer you could put up with it.

Dinner didn't last too long after that, and by the end of it, you'd only managed to finish about half of what Judd had put on your plate. Clearly, the continuous comments and looks from Leah's friends had ruined your appetite.

Now, you found yourself back in Judd's room, sat in his bed scrolling through your phone as he sat on the side lifting some weights and watching you. He'd noticed how off you'd been at dinner, and the urge to find out what was bothering you gnawed at him. You always finished whatever his parents had made you for dinner, not only because you thought they'd hate you if you didn't, but because you genuinely enjoyed his father's cooking. After a while, it was clear you weren't going to say anything, so he took it upon himself, placing the weight to the side and moving to rest a hand at your ankle.

"What's up with you?" He'd grunt, brows narrowed in question. You looked sad, uncomfortable, and he hated it. He was so used to you being giggly and playful around him, so to see you like this was unsettling. It didn't feel right.

"Nothing." You'd glance up, meeting his gaze and shrugging your shoulders. Then, you went back to your phone like nothing was wrong. No, he wasn't having that. You weren't going to just shrug this off like you weren't pouting and feeling sorry for yourself. He could read you like a book by now, and that frown on your lips was telling him you were anything but fine. So, his hand wrapped around your ankle, pulling you further down the bed so that he could climb on top of you.

"Talk to me." He'd huff, snatching your phone from your hands and placing it to the side, ignoring how you whined in protest. He was practically straddling you by now, hands either side of your head. It took all of his willpower to ignore the rise and fall of your chest.

"'S nothing, I already told you." You'd huff out, resting beneath him with a defiant look in your eyes.

"Stop being such a fucking brat and tell me." He'd demand, hand travelling down to slide beneath the sweatpants he'd given you and glide over your folds. Your entire body would jolt, eyes growing hooded as you bit your bottom lip. "I'm not stupid, can tell something's bothering you."

"Never said you were stupid." You'd whine, hips rolling up to chase his fingers, which he quickly pulled away. A noise of upset left you, which made him grin.

"Tell me what you're thinking about." He'd encourage, thumb moving to draw slow circles over your clit, eliciting a breathless moan from you. You looked conflicted, as if debating whether or not to really tell him what was on your mind. A part of you wanted to, wanted to just confess your jealousy and hope he'd comfort and reassure you. But, another part of you was screaming not to, telling you that it would be stupid to even mention the thought to him, that he'd just shrug it off and call you an idiot. Finally, after a few more strokes of his thumb, you'd break, gaze tracing over anything but him as you let out a shaky breath of air.

"I don't like how Leah's friends look at you." You'd whisper, head turning to the side to look at the wall. Judd's movements would pause as he hovered over you, a look of confusion overcoming his features.

"How they look at me?" He'd repeat. You'd nod.

"How they look at you. How they speak about you." You'd add on, moving to brush away some hair that had fallen into your face, nervously fiddling with the strands. Judd would take a few moments to think about your words, before a small grin settled on his features. "Like you're a piece of meat."

"Yeah?" He'd hum. "You sure you're not just jealous?" He'd grumble, leaning down to press a kiss to the love bite he'd left on your neck earlier. A shiver would run down your spine, back arching off of the bed as you chased his lips.

"No." You're respond quickly, lips pulling into a pout. You knew this would happen, knew he'd just make fun of you. You shouldn't have said anything. His hand would move back to your cunt, fingers gliding ever so gently through your folds, causing you to whine and gasp.

"You're not?" He'd hum. "Not jealous of how they were trying to flirt with me? Of how they look at me?" He'd ask, collecting your arousal on his fingers before bringing them up to his lips and taking them into his mouth, allowing himself a taste of you. A low hum escaped him, and he was quick to move his fingers from his mouth to yours, allowing you a taste as well. "'S not a bad thing, baby. It's kind of cute." He'd shrug, making you whine around his fingers as they stuffed your mouth full. A low chuckle left him.

"You worried I enjoy it? Worried I like 'em?" He'd ask, gaze never breaking from your own. You seemed to hesitate for a moment, but when his fingers moved from your mouth and back down to your crotch, you'd quickly find yourself nodding. Judd would coo mockingly, tutting under his breath. "Poor thing." He'd mumble, hand moving again.

Slowly, he'd begin to sink down on the bed, until he was face to face with your heat, lips ghosting over the material of the sweats you wore. His gaze was heavy on your face, hands smoothing over your clothed thighs as he continued to rile you up.

"Did you see me look at them? Even once?" He'd ask, moving forward to press a soft kiss to the material. "When did I ever even glance in their direction, huh?" He'd practically growl. "Didn't, did I?" You shook your head in response.

"No." You'd mewl, staring down at him, using your forearms to hold you up so you could watch him.

"So what makes you think I like 'em? In what world would I give them even a moment of my time, huh? Acting like I wasn't up here fucking you an hour before dinner." He'd hum, slowly pulling the sweatpants down, grinning as you lifted your hips to help him. You were always so damn eager and willing. Such a good girl for him. He'd take your panties along with them, wanting to just get to your skin. "Such a greedy little thing, huh? Don't even want other girls looking at me?"

"Yeah." You'd admit breathlessly, nodding like an idiot. You didn't care how pathetic you looked right about now, all you could think about was having his mouth on your cunt. He'd chuckle when he heard your agreement, shaking his head and pressing a soft kiss to your clit.

"Those annoying shits don't stand a chance with me, sweet thing." He'd murmur, pressing more kisses over your inner thighs. "Not when I've got you." He'd grin.

With that, he was leaning down, pressing a gentle, open-mouthed kiss to your heat, causing you to gasp and lift your hips from the bed. He was quick to react, wrapping his arms around your thighs and taking hold of your hips, holding you down so that you couldn't move. His tongue would flick out to move in tight circles over your clit, lips pulling into a smug smirk when you cried out a moan.

"Such a pretty girl. All mine, right?" He'd murmur into your pussy, licking a long stripe through your folds and humming as your arousal collected on his tongue. You were so sweet.

"Yeah." You'd squeak out, making him chuckle.

"Mhm, and I'm all yours, yeah?" He'd continue to ask, knowing you weren't really in the right mind to be answering questions right now. His mouth was attacking your heat, and he expected you to respond to every word he asked.

"Uh-huh." You'd sigh, nodding deliriously.

"Smart girl. My smart girl." He'd praise, moving his thumb up to rub circles over your bundle of nerves, tongue moving down to kitten-lick over your hole, leaving your walls to clench around nothing. Breathless gasps and whimpers would continue to pour from you, going straight to his head.

"Judd." You'd sigh out, head thrashing from one side to the other as you did your best to contain the sheer need you felt for the man between your legs. He'd just continue to chuckle to himself as he heard your whines, applying more pressure to your clit with his thumb.

"Mm? My jealous girl need something? What d'you need, baby?" He'd coo almost sadistically, evil eyes staring up at you as he leaned away from your heat. You'd sob at the loss of contact, attempting to roll your hips but failing due to his grip on them.

"Wanna cum." You'd huff, one hand moving to rest on his head, attempting to guide his mouth back down. He'd refuse, remaining where he was and grinning.

"You g'nna be good? G'nna tell me when you're upset next time instead of being a little brat and ignoring me?" He'd ask, causing you to immediately nod along. You'd agree to anything if it meant he'd finish what he'd started. "Need your words, baby. C'mon." He'd encourage, causing you to sob.

"Yes, Judd, do what ever you want." You'd whine.

"Don't cry, baby." He'd hum, leaning back down and moving his hand away from your clit, fingers circling around your entrance now. His tongue would move to take over the job his thumb had been doing, kitten-licking at your bundle of nerves. "Been so good for me." He'd mumble.

With that, two fingers slowly slid into you, immediately beginning to pump in and out. He was practically making out with your cunt by now, fingers curling and hurling you towards your orgasm. Your own fingers would yank on his hair desperately, anchoring his face to you as you continued to try rolling your hips, still failing.

He was relentless in his movements now, giving you exactly what you'd asked for, though it was somewhat overwhelming. The pleasure was building quickly, not allowing your mind to keep up with your body. Before you could even register it, you were coming undone, chest heaving and moans vibrating in your throat as you felt yourself release. Judd would groan, lapping up whatever he could get, nose bumping with your clit every now and then, causing you to whine.

His lips continued to kiss at your cunt until you finally began to calm down, pussy growing sensitive and hips attempting to escape his touch as it grew too much. He'd hum, moving back up to lean over you until his lips met yours in a sweet kiss. It was slow and gentle, as if he was deliberately being soft with you.

"Meant what I said." He'd whisper against your lips, clean hand moving up to run over the side of your face, stroking your cheek tenderly with his thumb. "'M all yours, don't want anybody else like I want you, especially not Leah's bitchy friends." He'd grumble with a huff from his nose.

"Haven't wanted anybody else since we started... Only ever crave you, crave havin' you near me, crave your company." He'd explain, tongue momentarily sliding into your mouth, causing you to hum when you tasted yourself on it. Then, he'd pause, as if silently debating over something.

"I don't normally do the whole relationship thing, never thought I'd be any good at it." He'd admit quietly, leaning back to look at you beneath him. "But I want that with you. Want to know that you're mine, want everyone to know that you're mine and I'm yours." He'd confess almost shyly. You'd go silent for a while, causing him to frown and huff. "You don't have to say anything-"

You'd cut him off by pulling him down into another kiss, this one faster, more excited and passionate. "Yeah." You'd sigh. "I'd like that." You could feel him smile, genuinely smile, against your lips, causing your heart to flutter.

"Good." He'd growl. "Was gonna have to kill you if you said no."

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*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

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Princess who knows nothing about sex and the knight who's more than willing to teach her everything

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came back from my drawing hiatus to draw jason oiled n wrapped up