"Deep Down" Judd Birch x Poc self insert

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That night, after Leah had texted y/n to let her know she'd be home real late, Y/n was relaxing on the birch's couch, watching some obscure Tv show when suddenly she heard a strange noise. It sounded like little footsteps, but as far as she knew, the birch's didn't have any pets. She waited until the sound got closer, sitting extremely still and getting ready to run. Her nervousness was subsided when a small fat little raccoon rounded the corner of the couch.

He sat down at her feet, just watching. Y/n giggled a little and reached down, delighted to see that he allowed her to pet him. He had a black collar, and the tag read 'fat fuck'.

well that's a little rude.

On the other side it had a phone number, one she presumed belonged to his owner.

"Who do you belong to, little guy?" she asked, scooping him up into her arms. He smelled
not-so clean, but it wasn't unbearable. The raccoon looked as if to be smiling when y/n scratched behind his ears. Then he reached out his paw a couple times to make a few gestures at the popcorn on the coffee table.

"You hungry ?" y/n laughed, grabbing a handful and watching him scarf it down.

"Where are you, you fat fuck?" A low voice called out from the bottom on the stairs. The raccoon instantly curled up into y/n's arms, shielding himself from Judd. Judd glared once rounding the couch, holding out his hand.

"Give him back." he demanded.

"He's yours?" Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He's mine. Give him back." The raccoon squeaked sadly.

"Why's he so afraid of you?" Y/n asked. Judd let out what could be considered a laugh.

"He's not afraid of me, I take very good care of my raccoons. His fat ass just doesn't wanna to take a bath." The raccoon looked at judd with a glare, seemingly upset that he insulted his weight. Y/n let out a little giggle.

When she attempted to hand him back, the raccoon would only curl around her arm further, much to Judd's frustration.

"What if i gave you a bath, little guy? Would you like that?" The raccoon's ears perked up and Judd let out a groan.

"Fine. Come on." She followed him up the stairs and they approached a door she saw when she came up there earlier.

intruders will be splayed. charming.

Judd opened the door and y/n followed him inside. There were weapons, Bikini model posters, and rock albums around the room, but ultimately it was clean. There were a few dog beds a bowls scattered around, as well as a few other raccoons.

Y/n entered the bathroom, which was also clean, and careful placed the raccoon in the tub of warm soapy water, Judd watched from the door.

"You'll be clean in no time." She smiled.

"Don't be so nice to him, he'll get spoiled." Judd huffed.

"Maybe you should be nicer to him." Y/n mumbled, scrubbing the little thing clean. Once he was clean and dry, y/n's eyes widened as all the other raccoons began to surround her, hoping to get the same treatment the first did.

Judd watched in almost admiration, his raccoons didn't like very many people straight off the bat. Plus, she admittedly looked cute on the floor with his animals, and he never realized how much he liked her grilz.

"Alright alright, leave her alone." He said, holding out his hand and helping her up. Her shirt was soaked and smelled like raccoons. Silently Judd walked out his bathroom and began rifling through his drawers for a shirt he didn't like too much. He pulled out a band tee and threw it at her.

"This for me?" she asked.

"You wanna keep the one you've got?"He said with a straight face.

Y/n didn't reply, taking off her shirt right there and putting on the one he gave her.

"You like Metallica?" She asked, looking down at the shirt. Judd gave a short 'mhm' as a reply.

"Are you staying?" he asked.

"staying?" Judd rolled his eyes.

"Are you staying in my room while i wash the other little fucks?" Y/n let out a little 'oh' before nodding her head.

"Okay. Go sit down." Was all he said before going back into the bathroom.

Cautiously, y/n sat down on his bed, watching him from there as he worked. Laying on her side, she noticed how toned he was under his shirt. And though his outside actions were touch, he handled each raccoon with care, making sure to even pat each of their heads once he was done.

Somewhere between the 5th and 6th raccoons, Y/n's eyes slowly began to shutter closed. And once Judd was finished, he huffed with a little bit of laughter at her sleeping form. He carefully picked her phone up out of her hands and placed it in her pocket, slipping one of his pocket knives in here too, then gently he lifted her up and carried her downstairs to the couch.

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